C906 Sun Chujian who survived (1/2)
The fire ignited from the Glory's cabin, and billowing black smoke rose from every crack. The Zhiyuan Warship left the battlefield at high speed and headed towards the east.
Bruce cried like a child. Half of his life seemed to have been burnt by the fire, he was already over 50 years old, and with this Glory, he still had an excuse to extend his service. Without this battleship, he could only be forcibly turned into a non-combat officer by the military.
Who at this age would give him a new warship to adapt to? No, his career had come to an end today.
”No …” My Shared Honor... Wu wu wu … No... My Glory … ” This cry was like the howl of a wolf or the cry of a ghost. It was so piercing that even the enemy's intestines were broken.
Lin Zhen really could not listen any longer, he took out a piece of rag from somewhere beside him and said, ”I'm blocking his stinky mouth, what are you howling for!”
Xiang Ying grabbed his arm. ”Don't! Let him cry, I can understand his feelings... A pure soldier will die in front of his eyes after a lifetime of fighting. I can understand his feelings! ”
”They are indeed our enemies, but they are also human beings. We stand in different camps, we are born in different countries, we accept different cultures... ”It doesn't matter if they're righteous or evil. At the very least, their love for the motherland and loyalty to the nation are the same as ours!”
”From this point of view, they are also people worthy of respect!” Right at this moment, a loud sound came from behind them, the shockwave caused by the explosion swept past the Zhiyuan Warship, causing all of the miscellaneous objects to clatter.
People subconsciously bent down to look behind them. At this time, they discovered that the Glory's ammunition depot had already been ignited, and a small mushroom cloud had risen from the sea. The thick black smoke could be seen even from a few dozen miles up in the sky.
”My Glory …” Young General Bruce sprayed out a mouthful of blood, then fell headfirst onto the deck, unconscious.
In the east, Holiness were sails full of escape routes. It was a pity that a hole had been torn in the main sail during the battle just now. A portion of the wind had been wasted, and currently, the full sail only had a speed of about 11 knots.
Molière stood on the deck, while the aides used waterproof tarps to wrap the photographic plates and sketches one by one. This was the most precious harvest of the mission, every one of them was his lifeblood.
The tarpaulin had been stuffed into a tube of leather as thick as a bowl's mouth. It was an easy and waterproof tool used by navigators to store nautical charts.
All the information was divided into four parts and carried on the backs of the four aides. Molière personally carried a sword and hung it on their waists.
”You have the most difficult mission on your shoulders. Your lives and these four pieces of information have already been fused into one. If the information is with you, you can live on. Moreover, it will be a great contribution. If the information is no more …” I suggest that you all choose to commit suicide. Otherwise, I will let you all know what hell is! ”
Molière's hideous face made the four aides shudder. They took the guns and stuffed them into their holsters, raised their hands and saluted. ”Yes, Sir.
”Very good, when the ship arrives at Dakar, you two will take a different boat and head north as fast as you can …” Before he could finish, a muffled sound came from the west. Not long after everyone looked up, they noticed the obvious mushroom cloud.
”Oh God! The Glory must have been killed … This is the explosive martyrdom of the ammunition depot! ” Everyone cried out in alarm.
”It's faster than I thought. This steel beast is really powerful, it's continuing to speed us up as we head towards Dakar …” After Molière finished giving out his orders, he walked into the dungeon with large strides. In each of the large iron cages, there were more than thirty people who were holding onto the surviving Kunshan.