C1948 Forward to the Port Said

"This is bad …" "No …" command cabin's Xiao Letian shouted loudly. At that time, his entire head was about to explode.

Why didn't they look at this stinking brat? If the emperor of the Great Qing died here, the entire situation in Asia would collapse!

In that split-second, countless terrifying scenes appeared in Xiao Letian's mind. The madness of the Manchu Group, the retaliation of the Xiangjun Group, even the various European powers had all pounced towards him.

At that time, the Chinese would be trapped inside and out of the war, so how could the Chinese have the ability to start a war with the whole world?

Just as Xiao Letian was scared to the point that his white hairs were breaking out in sweat, he realised that a figure had suddenly rushed out from beside Zai Chun like lightning, and pounced on him, pressing him down onto the deck.

"His Majesty! "Your servant is here to save you …"

Pah pah pah … A line of bullets grazed the railing and flew into the sky. Just half a second later, something major would happen.

Zai Chun felt as though he was being pressed down by a mountain of flesh. "Who is it …"

"His Majesty... This servant is Liu Dadao from the imperial kitchen! Dichrome recommended me, you personally ordered this … "

"Oh …" Liu... Who cares what you are... Let go of me! "I've been crushed to death …"

More soldiers and marines started to gather behind them. Looking at the two sides of the river, countless of marines and the British Army had converged into two streams of iron, rushing forward and encircling the Marionette.

The Englishman was scared to death. As soon as she reached the Mariana, she shouted in anger, "Stop the attack!" Zhiyuan Warship is a battleship that is protected by the United Kingdom, what right do you have to go against it … Immediately stop the attack! "

"Dammit, who let you shoot? This is the most serious diplomatic provocation … "

Countless British soldiers began to surround the Malanata. Some of them even jumped into the canal and swam to the side to start climbing, while the British officer on the shore kept pressuring France.

"Don't shoot! Stop the battle immediately! Stop all dangerous actions... The Mariana was calm! Otherwise, it would be provoking the British Empire! "

This caused Arnold to fly into a rage, cursing loudly in the command cabin, "Bastards, you are the shame of Europe! To actually be together with these Asian pagan, what a shame! "Unforgivable …"

The entire ship was filled with rage, cursing at the British from top to bottom. All sorts of obscenities and insults were thrown at them.

And the British did not want to be outdone by this group of Frenchmen who were all brainless fools.

"Idiot, idiot!" Do you know what you were doing? You are declaring war, on the Zhiyuan Warship, there is the Emperor of the Great Qing, and there is also the leader of the Chinese clan, and you actually shot? "

"Idiot …" "Idiot!"

However, despite the curses, both sides still did not dare to open fire. Soon, the first batch of British troops rushed to the deck and used their bodies to block off a isolation belt.

The conflict was temporarily suppressed, but the Zhiyuan Warship did not have the intention to stop. From the moment the ship collided, he had been unwavering in her efforts to push the Malan Pagoda back, and no matter how it struggled, it was unable to escape the demonic palms of the Zhiyuan Warship.

Many years later, the citizens of the Port Said would also never forget that day's miraculous experience.

He wanted to sleep early in the morning, but a fire and gunfight woke everyone up. The moment he opened the window, he saw that four cargo ships had already crashed into each other. A bunch of fearless Europeans were shooting at each other.

The usually overweeningly arrogant Frenchmen were now as anxious as ants on a hot pan. Even the so-called nobility of spiritual sense had been thrown into the Mediterranean Sea.

After exchanging fire for over half an hour, none of the armed men who attacked were captured. In the end, only dozens of corpses were captured, and their own boat actually crashed into the sea.

Right after that came the tyrannical appearance of the French warships, the mighty Malantha carrying a domineering killing intent, like a silver-armored knight, charging into the Port Said, at the same time jumping into the canal's channel in exchange for countless cheers.

Everyone believed that the Mar Ta was destined to win, and no one in the entire Port Said believed that the French would lose. With such a narrow waterway and the mountain-like size of the battleships, even if they didn't use their body to fire, wouldn't they still be able to kill off the Chinese people?

The river was only 30 meters wide, and the battleships couldn't even turn around if they wanted to. As long as there was a wall in front of them and the army surrounded them, these Chinese would starve to death without having to fight.

She was thinking of a beautiful woman, even more beautiful than Consul Ferdinand who was vomiting and vomiting!

However, after 40 minutes passed, the people of Port Said suddenly realised that the Ma Ran Tower that had just entered the canal, had returned.

"God! The French warships are too advanced. "That's not right, the wind isn't right. The wind is blowing towards the south, how can the battleship retreat to the north …"

"Don't be silly, look behind you..." That weird battleship is backing up against the sailboat! "What great power …"

At this time, the whole city was in an uproar. People were calling for friends, adults and children alike were crowding around the two sides of the canal, and very quickly, forty to fifty thousand citizens of Port Said were gathered there to watch the commotion.

Counsellor, who was cheering for the French battleship just now, was almost pushed down the river. Under the protection of a group of soldiers, they climbed to the roof of a house.

Looking at the unbelievable scene in front of him, the Counsellor was speechless. "God …" This, this, this... "What is this?"

"Tell me, is this a dream? "Is this a dream …"

Of course it was not a dream, the Malan Tower was still struggling, the flames in his boiler room had never stopped burning, the Coal diggers was already exhausted, the reciprocating crankshaft was desperately spinning, and the underwater propeller did not stop either.

The wind in the sky did not change, the wind did not weaken, and the huge white sails continued to blow!

But even so, the Malan Tower was slowly pushed out by the Zhiyuan Warship.

The Frenchmen present were all embarrassed to death. If there was a hole in the ground, they would probably have to hide inside it. The scene in front of them was like a struggling little girl who was determined to escape from the hands of an Oriental hooligan.

She pushed and pushed with all her might, but that hooligan would always laugh with contempt, and would slowly push her towards the corner of the wall.

"No one can save you, and no one will! You overconfident little girl, who told you to rush to the front of those hooligans? "Serves you right!"

The entire canal that flowed through the Port Said turned into a military parade ground for the Chinese to show off their fighting strength. Zhiyuan Warship appeared on stage in such a grand manner and completely dominated the city.

The Mar Ran Tower's awe-inspiring aura just now was like the shredded underwear of a helpless girl, flapping wildly in the wind!