As the sun set, the people finally began to return to the relenting city, and the governor, who had fled from the desert, made hoarse accusations against the shameless pirates, criminals, and murderers, but no one bothered to look at him like the walking dead.

Tearing through the rubble, people piled up the remains of one body after another, and the occasional survivor from a corner drew cheers from countless people.

After the fire, official statistics in Dakar showed that 1,500 people were killed by the military and 10,000 people died, which is a massacre for a small city of more than 30,000 people.

However, many people do not agree with such statistics, because in 1868 the French colonial authorities did not conduct a population count, and in fact the statistics of 30,000 people in Dakar were made six years earlier.

In addition, blacks themselves do not have a very stable concept of household registration, and the mobility of people is very strong, and many folk statistics far exceed the number of 30,000.

Later scholars, based on archaeological research, maps of the city, and population density statistics, finally came up with the latest data recognized by the academic community, and the population of Dakar in 1868 should be between 50,000 and 60,000.

If a one-third mortality rate is reliable, the number of deaths in Dakar should be around 20,000 on this night alone. This is one of the atrocities committed by the Chinese, and it is an important historical event that has been entangled in Europe for hundreds of years.

This war of words continued into the 21st century, until finally after China and Dakar signed a huge investment agreement, and this historical topic of endless debate finally came to a successful end.

"Oh my God...... Why don't you send down a fire from heaven to burn the infidels, and what about my treasury, and what about the gold of Dakar?"

Sitting in the middle of the ruins of the Governor's Palace, the fat Governor howled bitterly, in front of him the soldiers had cleared a large area of ruins, the door of the basement had been burned and twisted, and then look at the inside of the vault was pitch black and messy, there was nothing left but ashes.

Ivory is afraid of fire, is gold and precious stones still afraid of fire? Now there is no shadow of gold at all, so the only result is to let these robbers rob it.

"Where the hell are these robbers?Who are they?, can anyone answer my question?" the Governor drew his jeweled sword, and slashed desperately through the ruins, venting his emotions in a frenzy, but after a few moments he was exhausted and panting.

"It's the British, it's definitely the British......," shouted someone in the guards, "and when the shelling began, the soldiers of the shore defense battery discovered by the light of the fire that the battleship had no sails but a pure ironclad battleship......"

"And the power of this battleship's artillery wants to be terrifying, it is estimated that the caliber is close to the caliber of the 80-pounder gun, and now the countries that can have such naval technology are us and the British, it must be the British......"

The soldiers of the Governor's Guard shouted in a big voice: "Yes, that's right! Those soldiers who rushed to land on the beach had oil paint on their faces, and they couldn't see their faces clearly, and they must be familiar to us from the country that they ...... so hidden."

"This group of Brits started by privateers hundreds of years ago, and they were born to be a group of pirates, so they must have done it......"

The basin was immediately buckled on the heads of the British, and of course there were many British merchants in Dakar, and the British, who had fled from outside the city, stopped doing it as soon as they heard it, and loudly refuted the groundless accusations of the French.

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

The people stopped arguing, hula hued around, began to move the heavy logs, and soon four survivors were rescued from under a ruined wall.

The lives of these men were so great that half of the broken wall supported a large pile of wood, and a narrow triangle was stuck in the corner, and they escaped by hiding here.

The life is big enough, but skin trauma is indispensable, especially the first blonde officer to be carried out, the flesh and blood of his left leg have been smashed, and the flesh and blood on the right half of his face have been rubbed and blurred, and the whole piece of skin has been rubbed.

The doctor rushed to bandage and rescue him, but the commander in military uniform pushed him away and shouted, "Where's my stuff?

Nautical charts are very valuable, and generally the kraft reels used to store nautical charts are very strong and waterproof. But unfortunately, no matter how good the quality is, it can't be fireproof, and the tails of two of the reels have been scorched.

Yes...... A scream frightened the people present, "Why is this happening, my negatives! God, why are you punishing me like this...... Woooooooo

This cry was so miserable that all the listeners were moved, was this his dead father? Crying so badly? Later, when I saw that it was just crying about his cowhide rolls.

"What about the Doge, I want to see the Doge, I am Molière, the envoy from Paris, and I am the knight of Versailles!"

The fat governor was not far away, and when he heard the name, he suddenly became excited, and rushed over at a trot, "You are a knight of Molière?

After reading Molière's documents and the knight's medal hidden in the pocket of his underwear, the governor's frightened white hair sweat flowed down, and it was rumored in Paris that Molière was one of His Majesty's favorite knights, and now he was actually injured in Dakar, will he be guilty of being poorly protected!

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

"And Prussia, which has long concluded a military alliance with China...... They're executioners too!"

"Chinese? huh...... Hehehe, don't joke about it, the Chinese can run to the Atlantic to bombard the French colonies?

"Besides Chinese aren't they all dragging long braids, but last night's enemies didn't have braids, and they had a fierce temperament that even Europeans were moved by......"

"I'm so sorry, I really can't co-brand with you......"

Molière struggled to his feet and limped out, "I know you don't believe me, but it's true...... Well, you don't have to do a joint deal with me, but you can at least help me restore the telegraph line! We'll have to get everything going on here back to Paris......"

"You wait for His Majesty's wrath! Everyone can't run away, no one can run away! Including those hateful Chinese, you wait to go to hell!"