The remains of the Chinese blocking force drifted across the Pearl River in smoke and broken timber.
Some of the wrecked junks were still burning. Others had already vanished beneath the surface, leaving only scattered planks, torn sailcloth, and men struggling in the water. The sharp smell of burned wood and black powder hung over the river.
From the bridge of the Napoleon I, Admiral Maisonneuve watched the destruction through his telescope.
The channel ahead was open now.
His first officer lowered his own glass and exhaled slowly.
"There is nothing left of the line."
Maisonneuve handed the telescope to a waiting marine without taking his eyes off the river.
"No," he said calmly. "There is not."
He turned toward the signal officer.
"Signal the squadron."
The man straightened.
"Yes, Admiral."
"Advance."
Within moments, fresh flags rose above the mast of the flagship.
The message carried down the line of the French squadron.
Move north.
Maintain formation.
