C1939 The sound of the Port Saids gunshots (2/2)

Retreat did not mean that they would stop their battle. These desperate intelligence officer s used their lives to buy the most precious time, and during the fire, Prussian spy had already activated two other cargo ships.

”Forward... Prepare to strike! Continue Sailing... Fully sail forward and strike … ”

”Prepare for starboard combat …” Prepare Explosives... ”We can't let them get near the canal's mouth...”

In the wide dock area of the Port Said that was the surface of the Mediterranean, a tragic chase was carried out. Behind the four cargo ships, was the entrance to the Suez Canal.

The Wine God and the Dover were also desperately trying to ”accelerate …” Our only mission is to sink into the canal, charge through, regardless of casualties, regardless of the cost... ”Shoot!”

Pah pah pah … Before the two sides even clashed, they had already started fighting over the bullets. One after another, corpses fell into the sea as miserable shrieks filled the air.

At this moment, the entire port was in an uproar. The citizens of Half City were watching the battle from afar. Many of the people who knew about it had spread the news among the crowd.

Soon the crowd began to divide, French supporters shouting for the rioters to cheer the two old ships, while the people who hated France cursed the two ships for sinking.

War has broken out! France was fully prepared for war, and even the stone turrets of the seaports were turning their cannons on the Prussian freighters.

”Dammit, we don't dare to fire on the British battleship, we don't dare to fire on the Chinese, do we care about you!? ”A spy controlled crappy ship, if it explodes, so be it …”

”Quick, quick, quick...” ”Twisting the muzzle of the cannon, accelerate, and be a bit faster …”

The heavy cannons slowly rotated, the French army camp outside the city sounded its horn, the vanguard unit began charging into the city.

But would the French have time? Did they really have time to deal with the sudden conflict at the docks?

The Wine God and the Dover were old, after all, and with every boat filled with tons of yellow sand, it would be impossible to speed them up.

The fire had even burned one of the ship's sails, reducing the speed of the voyage.

The canal was getting closer and closer. One hundred meters, eighty meters, seventy meters … And closer to it were the Prussian cargo ships, forty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters...

”This is bad!” I'm about to bump into you... Avoid it! ”Dodge …”

It was too late. The French sailor saw the freighter coming like a giant buffalo on the prairie, and the deck beneath him shook.

With a loud 'kacha' sound, a huge hole was punctured in the Goddess of Wine. Sea water gushed into the hole.