C1328 Assembly of the Collective Army (1/2)

Nicholas who looked like a bear hugged onto the struggling Akson, seeing how big of a guy he was, he could probably sneak into two Akson s. No matter how much the red-haired major kicked him, it was useless. A three year old child still wanted to fight against the grown man?

”Let me go! Bastard, let me go... Shoot you! ”I'm going to shoot you …”

”Save your energy, even if you were to shoot him, he would have to wait until you are on the St. Peter before he can be shot!” Molière who was sitting opposite to Akson advised.

”Shut up! You French liar! If it weren't for you, how could we have gotten to this point... ”From the very beginning to the end, you were the one who led us into this trap. The first piece of information was sent by you, yet you still dare to speak sarcastically …”

Akson didn't even bother to curse at them. This time, the lid of the secret that only the upper echelons could communicate with was exposed. This was the first time such a secret, which was restricted to the upper echelons, was revealed to the public due to his anger.

Molière was startled, he did not expect Akson to actually say such low-level words. ”You …” What did you say? Do you think it's my fault? Ha ha-ha, this is a joke. How can you think like this?

”Aren't you greedy enough to fall into your trap? Aren't you the ones who will make the final decision in the information I provided? Belait's gold and silver, don't you guys feel good taking it? ”

”Besides, the source of the information is not just us in France. You didn't use the information from England? Now the loser has to blame himself? ”This is truly laughable …”

Molière was confused, would people reason when they were angry? It was human nature to overtake others! Nicholas had long been unable to vent his anger over the defeat of this battle. Today, he had finally found an outsider to vent his anger, so how could he let go of this opportunity?

”So it was you, you bastard, who killed us! ”Go and die …” Amidst the roar, a Piercing Wind Palm was thrown out, if this palm struck Molière's face, the remaining half of the face would be disfigured.

Molière, who subconsciously dodged backwards, barely dodged the slap but forgot that he was on the boat. With a balanced body, he fell into the sea with a thump.

”Sir!” The intelligence officer that Molière brought along all went into the water to save him, splashing splashes all over Akson.

Nicholas was about to throw the butt of his gun into the water, but he was really angry, and his killing intent made him want to smash the heads of these Frenchmen with the butt of his gun.

But when cold water was poured on Akson's face, the cold feeling made him sober up. He reached out and grabbed Nicholas's arm. Don't do it! that would cause a diplomatic dispute... Don't get the Empire into trouble again! ”

Under Akson's scolding, the soldier who made a move finally calmed down, and only then did Molière boldly crawl onto the side of the boat with both hands, spitting out the seawater from his mouth as he said, ”Are you calm now? Do you still want to fight? If you keep hitting me, I'll swim back to the flagship! ”

”Forget it!” ”Now that things have come to this, there's no need for me to continue talking to you. You can board the ship …”

The lifeboat sank into silence. No one spoke along the way, only Nicholas breathing heavily. The anger in his heart had yet to dissipate.

Just at this moment, the small boat finally entered the shadow of the St. Peter. The deck was filled with shouts and the sailors running back and forth.