In the afterglow of the sunset, people finally began to return to the city area with residual heat. The governor who escaped from the desert shouted loudly and accused the shameless pirates, criminals, and murderers, but everyone was too lazy to look at him like a walking corpse.

Pulling away the ruins, people piled up one wreck after another, and occasionally finding a survivor from a certain corner can attract countless people to cheer.

After the fire, Dakar official statistics showed that 1,500 people were killed in the military and 10,000 people died. For a small town with more than 30,000 people, one-third of the death rate can be regarded as a massacre.

However, many people among the people disagree with such data, because the French colonial authorities did not conduct demographic statistics in 1868. In fact, the statistics of 30,000 people in Dakar were made six years ago.

In addition, black people do not have a very stable concept of household registration, and the mobility of personnel is very strong. Many private statistics far exceed the number 30,000.

Later generations of scholars based on archaeological research, combined with the city map of that year, and after statistics on population density, they finally obtained the latest data that was more recognized by the academic community. The population of Dakar should be between 50,000 and 60,000 in 1868.

One-third of the mortality rate is reliable, so the number of people who died in Dakar this night should be around 20,000. This is one of the atrocities of the Chinese and an important historical event that Europe has been entangled in the next hundreds of years.

This slander lawsuit was fought until the 21st century. Until the end of the day, after China and Dakar signed a huge investment agreement, the topic of historical debate finally came to a successful conclusion.

"Oh my God! O my God... Why don't you descend the heavenly fire to burn those pagans to death! Where is my vault? Where is the gold in Dakar?"

Sitting in the middle of the ruins of the Governor's Mansion, the fat Governor cried bitterly. In front of him, the soldiers had cleared a large area of ​​ruins. The gate of the basement had been burned and twisted. Look at the inside of the vault, and there was nothing left except ashes.

Ivory are afraid of fire. Are gold and gems still afraid of fire? Now there is no trace of gold, so there is only one result that these robbers are stolen.

"Where did this come from the robbers? Who are they? Who can answer my question?" The Governor pulled out his sword inlaid with gems and slashed desperately in the ruins. He was venting his emotions wildly, but in a short while he was exhausted and panting.

"It's British, definitely British..." Someone in the guard shouted. "When the shelling began, soldiers from the shore defense turret once discovered by the fire that the warship did not have sails but a purely armored warship..."

"And if the power of the artillery of this warship is terrifying, it is estimated that the caliber of the 80-pound gun is close to the caliber of the gun. Now we and the UK can have such naval technology. We must be British..."

The soldiers of the Governor's Guard shouted in a slight manner, "Yes, that's right! The soldiers who were rushing to land on the beach all had oil paint on their faces, and they couldn't see clearly. Those who were so hiding their heads and tails must be the country we are familiar with, and they were afraid that we would find out..."

"This group of British people started their business in privateers hundreds of years ago. They were born with a group of pirates, so they must have done it..."

The shit was suddenly slapped on the British. Of course, there were many British merchants in Dakar. The British who fled back from the city stopped doing it when they heard it and loudly refuted the French's unreasonable accusations.

The two sides were about to start arguing, but at this time, a faint cry for help suddenly came from the ruins, "Save me... Please save me... Is there anyone..."

People stopped arguing, surrounded them all at once, and began to move the heavy wood. Soon, under a ruined wall, people rescued four survivors.

These people were so lives that half of the broken wall supported a lot of wood, and a narrow triangle area was stuck in the corner of the wall. They escaped after hiding here.

He has a great life, but skin trauma is indispensable, especially the first blonde stern who was lifted out. His left leg was broken and his half of his face was rubbed into blood and blood. His entire skin was rubbed out.

The doctor rushed up to bandage and rescue, but the commander in military uniform pushed him away and growled, "Where is my stuff? Where is my carry-on package?" He struggled desperately until people sent the cowhide rolls to his arms, and then he calmed down and let the doctor bandage them.

Nautical charts are very precious. Generally speaking, the cowhide reels used to store nautical charts are very strong and have been waterproofed. But unfortunately, no matter how good the quality is, they cannot be fire-proof. The tails of the two reels have been burned a lot.

Ah... A scream scared the people present, "Why is this happening? My negatives! God, why do you punish me like this... Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo

The crying was extremely miserable, and all the listeners were moved. Is this his biological father dead? He cried so miserably? Later, I saw that he was just crying for his cowhide rolls.

"Where is the Governor? I want to meet the Governor. I am the special envoy from Paris, Molière, and I am the knight of Versailles!"

The fat governor was not far away. When he heard the name, he suddenly became excited and rushed over. "Are you a Knight Molière? Do you have any evidence?"

After reading Molière's ID and the Knight's Medal hidden in his underwear pocket, the governor was so scared that his white-haired sweat fell. It was rumored in Paris that Molière was one of His Majesty's favorite knights. Now he was injured in Dakar. Will he be punished with a crime of poor protection?

But Molière obviously had no intention of blackmail. He grabbed the governor's hand and whispered, "Take me to the telegraph room and repair the telegraph line immediately, and you and I will send a telegraph message together... The Chinese attacked Dakar, and the Chinese have declared war on France!"

"And Prussia, which has long established a military alliance with China... They are also executioners!"

"Chinese? Hehe... Hehe, don't joke, the special envoy, can the Chinese run to the Atlantic Ocean to bombard the French colonies? Can they defeat our French Army?"

"Besides, don't the Chinese people drag a long braid? But the enemies last night didn't have braids. Their tough temperament was touched by even the Europeans..."

"I'm very sorry, I really can't collaborate with you..."

Molière struggled to stand up and limped out, "I know you don't believe me, but this is the truth... Well, you don't have to cooperate with me, but you at least have to help me restore the telegram line! We have to send everything that happened here back to Paris..."

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