C926 Hero's ashes

There were a lot of nameless islands in the Atlantic Ocean, but due to the fact that they were not surrounded by the golden channel and their area was small and had no strategic resources, they were all in an unabandoned state.

The Zhiyuan Warship was now moored on the sea, surrounded by four primitive scissor boat s and two merchant ships that they had just snatched, all of the boats had dropped half a flag. All the officers and soldiers were on the island, with the exception of the necessary garrisons. Today was the cremation of all the brothers who had sacrificed their lives.

The neat and orderly squadron was solemn and stern. Everyone had a face full of grief and indignation. The 36 huge pyres on the beach in front of them were all built up by cutting down all the trees on the island.

Because of the humidity of the wood, people had to pour barrels of kerosene over it, and even put a lot of coal on the pyre.

After a simple arrangement, the dead soldier changed into a brand-new military uniform and lay down on the pyre with a serene look, as if he was sleeping. However, many of the people who were still alive had tears welling up in their eyes.

Xiang Ying walked in front of every single corpse with bloodshot eyes, yelled out the name of the warrior, and stuffed the proof of his sacrifice into the urns. The urns were the shell shells of the six inch Armstrong's rear-barrel cannons.

"Brother, have a safe trip home. We will take your ashes home safely … I won't abandon you, Ryukyu has your share of incense … Your parents have a peaceful and rich life... "

"Brother!" "We won't let you die in vain. Rest in peace …"

Every time he shouted out a name, the surrounding military formations would break down in tears. Now, all the officers no longer had the time to care about everyone's looks and they themselves began to pee on their horses.

Weeping low to the point where it became a cry without any care for face. Since this was an empty island, they wouldn't be afraid to make a joke out of it. Thus, everyone just opened their mouths and cried.

All of the Chinese people here were Ryukyu s who had undergone military training for a long period of half a year. Everyone had already established a very close friendship.

Furthermore, they had traveled more than half of the world to Europe together. Afterwards, they had studied and lived together in various universities. They had fought side by side with each other, as if they were blood-related brothers.

The thirty-six brothers could no longer return home alive. Everyone was crying bitterly. They did not know how to face their dead comrades' parents.

Xiang Ying raised his torch and roared, "Don't cry! Dust to dust, dust to dirt … Let us send our brother on his final journey! All have... Stand at attention! Salute! "Gun!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! The Zhiyuan Warship s on the sea fired nine consecutive bullets, while the other scissor boat s also fired nine bullets. As for the soldiers on the island, after they saluted, they collectively pulled the triggers, and the sound of gunfire instantly became like rain and thunder.

Xiang Ying and the various officers lit up their respective pyres. The wood soaked in kerosene emitted thick black smoke, the flames were more than three feet tall, and the air was filled with crackling sounds.

The Chinese concept of burial was still different from the westerner. China had never experienced it before, so they could not directly bury their teammates in the sea. If they were Europeans, most of the soldiers who died in the battle would be wrapped in white cloth and thrown into the sea.

However, Xiang Ying and the others were not willing to do this. In the hearts of the Chinese people, even if they were to return home with ashes or even have a handful of hair, it would allow the spirits of the overseas travellers to have an attachment. Although the mountain was closed for thousands of miles, the spirit soul still had to go home.

The fire raged for more than four hours. Due to the large amount of coal added in the middle, the fire was very fierce. It was not until the evening of the same day that people began to search through the piles of ashes for ashes.

It was only until the middle of the moon that the thirty-six artillery shells wrapped in white cloth were carried in the arms of the people. The Zhiyuan Warship had specially cleaned up a cabin to serve as a temporary storage place for the ashes of the victims.

When Xiang Ying was in the last batch of boats to leave the island, he said faintly, "We've only traveled a third of the way home. Who knows how many more people are going to die …"

When the Zhiyuan Warship sped away towards the Southern Ocean, the Dakar's telegraph station finally resumed its communication. The intelligence agency in Paris received this unbelievable piece of news late that night.

After the ISI's messenger finished translating the password, she was stunned for ten minutes. If this message did not contain the beginning of the Dakar's cryptography and the Dakar's message, he would have thought that it was a prank.

The officer holding the coffee stood beside him, puzzled. "Hey …" What's wrong? Did you see the ghost in your eyes? "

"No …" Something more terrifying than a ghost! Sir... Dakar was bombarded by unknown warships, as well as unknown army attacks. The entire city was engulfed in flames, the estimated number of casualties was at least ten thousand … "

Puff … A mouthful of coffee sprayed against the wall. "What?" Are you kidding? Dakar will be attacked? " No wonder the governor didn't believe it, since West Africa was now basically France's backyard.

From the map, West Africa was not far from Europe, and Gibraltar could be reached by a straight line south. This was the first golden channel found in Europe, and it was discovered by Prince Enrique.

There were no hostile countries in the area. France was very close to Britain, and Spain, the Portugal and the Netherlands were all weak. No one dared to declare war on the France.

"If you make such a joke again, I will deduct your salary! The Dakar had a total of five thousand soldiers, including both battleships and shore defense cannons. What kind of fleet could cause such a massacre? It's a fantasy story, it's really a fantasy story! "

"I'm really not joking. If you want to deduct my salary, then please go and deduct from me the wages of the Knight of the Molière and the Governor of Dakar …" Because this telegram was signed by both of them! "

This time, the officer could no longer remain indifferent. He took the telegram and read it carefully, muttering to himself, "A pure Iron-armored battleship that can't identify its nationality?" Eighty pounds of main cannon? A soldier with a painted face? Not declare war? "A sneak attack late at night …"

"My God! The Molière Knight recognized that the attacker is Chinese? And the governor decided it was English? One thousand five hundred soldiers died in battle, and tens of thousands of citizens died? "

"Dammit, are these two idiots? After being beaten up so badly, you don't even know the identity of your enemy? Can't tell what the Chinese look like from the British? What the hell … Hurry and send it to the military, cabinet and the emperor! "

"Bad, bad, this time it's all bad!" The emperor's temper is too frightening. I hope I don't have to report this to him … "

In the dead of the night in Paris, a carriage with a Ministry of War wind lantern was running amok across the long street. None of the policemen dared to stop them because they all saw that the carriage was headed towards Versailles.

That night, the resounded with the roar of Napoleon III, "This is the shame of the empire! Shame! Take those two bastards back to Paris and have the Atlantic Fleet move out at once... Find that damned attacker! Immediately! "Immediately!"