C1363 a canoe

The boat was small and looked like a canoe, but it was not made of a whole tree trunk.

"This, this, this, this …" Can this thing even go into the water? " The four of them were dumbfounded. This boat was the same one that was usually used in the seafood drying area to tidy up the goods. At most, it could send things back and forth at a distance of ten meters from the seaside, or fish for sale.

But did they have a choice? This time, Chinese Army had cleaned Amami Oshima very cleanly, and all the ships that could move had been deployed away. On one hand, they had to load the cement into the channel, and on the other hand, they had to prevent Russian Army from sending their soldiers back and forth.

If not for this ship being too crappy, they would have already moved it away. They would not have let Molière and the others discover it.

"There's no other choice. Let's push it into the sea and see if there's any leak!" Molière threw all of their supplies onto the boat, and the four of them started to push the boat that was partially buried in the sand.

"One or two …" Push! One or two … Push! " Molière and the others were really too tired, and had not had a proper rest for two days. At the moment, they had already exhausted all of their stamina, and they had to expend all of their strength just to push such a small wooden boat.

With the sound of the horn, the boat finally began to slide into the waves.

"One, two, three …" Before they could even finish saying the word, they heard a crisp sound. Everyone saw that the boat side that Lei Meng was holding was actually broken into pieces.

"Bastard!" How did you do it? "This is our only chance. If you dare to mess with us, I'll shoot you!" Molière shouted at the big mouth angrily.

Lei Meng was also scolded senseless, he retorted timidly, "Sir! It's not that I'm not careful, this ship is just too rotten. Can I even go into the sea? Will it get heavier while we're on the road? "

The other two also voiced out their worries. "That's right. This kind of boat might be able to hold on for a little while in the smooth river. Isn't it just a dream to think about sailing in the sea?" This is the sea! "

"What happened to the sea? As long as we can escape the encirclement of the Chinese, we will have a chance to survive. Outside are the abnormally bustling sea routes in East Asia. We have gold on us, are we afraid that no ship will rescue us? "

With a "pa" sound, Molière slapped a leather bag on the ship's baton, revealing the shiny golden ancient gold coins. It was precisely the Mediterranean gold from the time of the Ancient Rome that Xiao Letian had collected, every single one of them priceless.

Lei Meng looked at the boat, then looked at the gold coin and finally shook his head and said, "What if there's no boat? It's war now! Which family couldn't avoid this place? Besides, the sea is full of Chinese spies, and the merchant ships are not safe! "

"Then cross the China Sea! Cross the East Sea and go straight to the Great Qing! " Molière roared crazily, his voice was terrifying.

"Ah?" My God, are you crazy? You want to cross the East China Sea of China with this shit? "You want to kill yourself …" Before Lei Meng could finish speaking, the gun had already been pointed at his head.

Molière said sinisterly: "You want to betray the nation? Tell me, do you want to surrender to the Chinese? Are you betraying the country!? "

The three lackeys were completely stupefied. Sir! How can we be traitorous? "Okay okay okay, we'll listen to you. We'll go into the sea with you, okay?"

Humph! Molière coldly snorted as he kept his handgun: "Bring our supplies aboard the ship! For the France, for his majesty! So what if we die?! "

Under Molière's pressure, the three of them pushed the boat into the waist-deep waters and jumped onto the boat one after the other. Molière was the first, followed by the three intelligence officer s, and Lei Meng was the last.

The problem now appeared, this ship was really too small to fit enough, so every person on the boat would sink a huge amount. When Lei Meng boarded the ship, the water level was already close to the gap that was just broken, and the water level immediately surged in.

"My God! "Do you want to sink the boat?" Molière pushed Lei Meng into the ocean to barely keep the boat from sinking.

Standing waist-deep in the water, Lei Meng was at a loss "Sir? What should he do? How about I find some wooden planks and fix it? "

At this time, the sky in the east was already turning white, the sounds of gunfire on the Tangwan Mountain was also becoming quieter. It seemed that both sides had reached the stage of licking wounds, there was not much time left.

The anxious mood infected everyone, and one of the intelligence officer suddenly shouted out with a broken body, "I already said that's not okay! Just now, he should have used the telegraph to send the top secret information to the Ambassador of Beijing, even if it was a try! "But you just don't agree!"

"If we send the information over, we can reunite with the Russian Army on the mountain and at that time, we can at least temporarily protect our lives. Then, we can leave the future matters to the negotiation table …"

A crisp slap rang out! The intelligence officer who had collapsed in emotion looked at Molière in disbelief, and of course, the smoking handgun in his hand. Even until his death, he didn't understand why they wanted to kill him, why he had already followed Molière for five years, and why they wanted to kill him …

With a splash, the corpse fell into the sea, blood spurting everywhere. Molière said expressionlessly: "Alright, Lei Meng, you can board the ship now! Remember, this is the fate of those who betrayed the France! "

No one dared to object again. Carefully, Lei Meng climbed onto the small boat and the three of them started to paddle towards the ocean.

Molière became ruthless in his heart: "Idiot! They followed me for so many years and still asked such stupid questions, just how big of a contribution did this codebook get! Don't you know? If he sent it directly to the Beijing, wouldn't his contributions be a big waste? I'm still waiting for this credit to wash away the shame! "If you dare to block my way, there will only be one result …"

Everything was a lie. Whether it was the telegraph network being cut off or the monitoring system, it was just a lie on Molière's part. What he wanted was to possess all the credit and use this huge contribution to wash off all the humiliation from his failures.

Molière was destined to reach the pinnacle of power in Paris!

The sound of gunshots must have alerted some of the patrolling soldiers. Molière and the rest did not hesitate to swing their arms like wheels, using the broken boards as oars and hitting them with water splashing everywhere.

The lakeshore was getting further and further away, and the Chinese soldier s were running on the beach in vain, shooting blindly without any aim, until Molière and the rest finally broke through the lakeshore.

"Go, let's go quickly!" While the sky was still not completely bright, he quickly escaped from the Chinese Navy's patrol area and headed west! to sail in the direction of the Kingdom of Qing! "

If Xiao Letian knew about Molière's crazy actions, he would be so shocked that his jaw dropped. Amami Oshima was 750 kilometers away from Qing Guo continent.

But Molière was such a madman!