In the 15th century, the Portuguese discovered the Dakar region, but did not establish an effective colony. Perhaps the two sides of the Senegal River, which were rarely visited at that time, really had no valuable resources, and there were not even a few large tribes.

Because of this, the Portuguese turned to operate the Cape Verde Islands in the Western Pacific and eventually turned it into Portugal's overseas territory.

Until the early 17th century, the French discovered the geographical value here and established a trade war on the banks of the Senegal River and stationed certain armed forces.

At that time, Senegal could only provide black slaves to France, with ivory and a small amount of gold, and the strategic value here was not highlighted.

But the savvy Frenchman suddenly discovered that there was a small fishing village called Dakar southwest of the estuary of the Senegal River. It was located at the westernmost protrusion point of the African continent. If it occupied this place, it could use this as a radius to control the waist of the entire Atlantic Ocean.

The first element of geopolitics is that it has a good geographical location and must be able to affect one or even multiple economic circles, and Dakar is very in line with the requirements of the French.

The French East India Company was the first to build Dakar. They built Yonggu Pier and invested in the construction of urban areas. In just a few decades, Dakar became the center of the black slave trade in West Africa.

After more than two hundred years of operation, Dakar has now become the most important colonial city in West Africa and France, and even France is preparing to build a railway here.

Because of this, France had heavy troops in Dakarb, not only had nearly 3,000 troops, but also more than 2,000 trained black servants. There were four sail frigates stationed in the port for a long time, and of course four solid turrets and hundreds of artillery.

If you think that there is such a strong force, then Dakar must be like an iron barrel, which is wrong. When the Holy and Zhiyuan rushed into the sight of the port defenders one after another, the whole city was quiet and peaceful like heaven.

The soldiers in charge of looking out on the lighthouse had already fallen asleep in their arms holding the wine bottle. The alarm bell next to them had not sounded for many years. The chaotic voyage period has passed, and pirates have become legends. Western powers have completed the division of Africa. At this time, there will be war? No fool can believe it.

The soldiers in the military camp in the distance had already fallen asleep, and snoring sounds one after another. Even the sentries standing guard leaned against the corner and dozed off. After all, it was a city that had not been encountered in a war in a century, and the people here had an incredible sense of security.

The sea breeze blows gently, the waves shake gently, the young sailor... is sleeping!

Oh! It's so peaceful. If Xiao Letian saw such a quiet and peaceful picture, he would have only such a voice in his heart.

The explosion woke up the dreams of the whole city. At midnight, Dakar Port was awakened by a muffled thunder, and countless people slept in a daze and pushed their daughter-in-law beside them.

"You...you go collect your clothes...it's going to rain..."

There was no thunder and rain? When the second shot hit the mast of the Holy, the soldiers who were on guard at the port finally woke up and looked at the sea. "Oh my God... Our warship was hunted by the enemy? Sound the alarm bell..."

Molière was overturned on the deck by the explosion. He yelled hysterically at Dakar, "I am His Majesty the Emperor's Special Envoy Molière! Now I order you as the Special Envoy, and fire immediately! Dakar counterattack..."

"Break counterattack... for His Majesty the Emperor, fire!"

According to Molière's script arrangement, Dakar should be like a porcupine that exploded and stopped the Zhiyuan with the volley of hundreds of artillery, allowing these damn Chinese to see France's anger.

Unfortunately, stomachache does not always cause diarrhea. Sometimes after a while, there will be no fart.

Today's Dakar disappointed him. The Zhiyuan had hit the Holy one with two shots, and Dakar still turned around. Not to mention counterattacking, he didn't even make a noise. What kind of routine is this? Isn't it a common sense to play cards?

"Are you all a group of pigs? Fire a fire and fight back... Counterattack!" Molière's face turned into pig's liver, but the Dakar Fort is still silent, and no one responded to his roar.

It was not until this moment that the lighthouse alarm bell creaked. I don’t know how long it took for the bearing to be oiled and maintained. The soldier had to use his strength to pull the rope. He could even feel the copper rust blowing on his face with the wind, confusing his eyes.

Dangdangdangdang... The bell finally rang, but at this time Molière could no longer wait for the counterattack from the fort. He pulled the rope on Sun Chujian's body and pushed it into the sea. "Swipe up the shore... Everyone escorted these prisoners to the ashore!" He followed and jumped out of the sea with a thud.

The Holy One had already ignited a raging fire. The explosion and the flames finally made the city understand what was going on. There was a chaos in the Governor's Mansion. The Hangover Governor let go of the naked female slave and opened the window naked.

"My God? Am I exiled by France? Is Britain going to war against us? Why is this happening..." In his eyes, no country in this world except Britain dares to attack France's colonies.

The Holy Ship was burning, and the sailors jumped into the sea like dumplings. The warships and civilian ships in the harbor finally woke up. The signal lights were on, and the figures on the warship seemed to be preparing for a counterattack.

Looking at the land turret, it was not until now that someone appeared and looked at the panic. The training was definitely not very good. The Zhiyuan had fired three shots in a row, but until now, Dakar did not have a shot.

Xiang Ying was stunned. He stood in the command cabin and let the telescope slide down from his hand. "This... This is the second most powerful France in the world? With this level of training, how dare you call yourself a strong army?"

"Sad, ridiculous, alasm... When Lin Zexu turned off cigarettes in Humen, and the British stood on the sea and bombed Humen, Guangzhou, what were the British feeling? Will they be the same as me now..."

"Hahaha..." Xiang Ying laughed, "So you are just a paper tiger! Today, I will expose your shameless face!"

"Zhiyuan, extend the shooting! Turn Dakar into a sea of ​​fire!"

Boom... Boom! The ammunition compartment of the Holy One was penetrated by a shell, and the violent explosion made the entire port shocking, and the burning wreckage covered the entire dock.

In the waves, Molière and countless sailors rushed to the shore in a hurry and did not dare to look back.

"The main gun fired two consecutive times... the lighthouse in Dakar... I was upset when I listened to the bell..." Amid the roar of the gunman Lin Zhen, the heavy 210 main gun began to rotate, and a violent blast ignited at the muzzle. Without two guns, just one shot, it just hit the top of the lighthouse.
Chapter completed!