"Yes, I've never served anyone in my life, but today I have completely convinced you, if China can have a group of warriors like you, your nation will not die...... I am also part of Prussia, and my life should be left here......"

Xiao Lotian never imagined that Leo, a freelance writer who had been silent about documenting a qiē, would now take off his camera and pick up a rifle from the trench, and he would rush to the battlefield.

"Prime Minister, all my manuscripts, all my photos are in a black purse, I'm very sorry, I can't stand it......"

"Wait... Stop him for me..."Xiao Lotian roared, and the last two guards around him pounced on him and pressed the red-faced Leo to the edge of the trench.

"Are you crazy? You remember me, your battlefield is in the newspapers, your weapons are cameras and pens, and all our sacrifices want to be meaningful, relying on your propaganda......"

Xiao Lotian rushed over, grabbed Leo by the collar, dragged him to the edge of the trench, stretched out his finger and pointed at the melee, and yelled at him.

"Look at them, why are these soldiers fighting? They are fighting for the revival of the two nations, is their blood going to be in vain? Do you want their deaths to be meaningless?"

"This is the unyielding soul of two nations fighting, this is the most fundamental force of the rise of the nation, what you have to do is to record this qiē truthfully, publish it, let more people awaken, let more Prussians and Chinese see how the hero fights......"

Xiao Letian was holding Leo's collar with one hand just now, and when he shouted to the excitement, he actually grabbed Leo's shirt collar with both hands, so that he couldn't lift him up.

Xiao Letian shouted with all his might, "You must give me a life, your task has not been completed, you kid wants to be a deserter...... Come on, take Leo to break through from the north, if he dares not to leave, he will knock me out and carry him out......"

Leo was already excited at this time, his face was full of tears, and he couldn't get up or down with a breath in his heart, he knew that he couldn't refute Xiao Letian's words, but he just couldn't get over this hurdle emotionally.

Look at the hell in front of you, people can no longer be called people, they are a group of beasts. People used bayonets, sabers, sapper shovels...... Even fists and teeth fought together, and people died every minute and every second, until finally a Chinese officer even pulled a glorious bullet and rushed into the enemy line with a grenade.

Many years later, there is such a proverb circulating throughout Europe, when the Chinese soldiers raise the flag of residual blood, they are already invincible, blood for blood, life for life, you will meet such a group of crazy people, such an enemy even if you defeat them, then the soldiers who have experienced this qiē will also be imprinted with the most terrifying memories in their hearts.

When the next killing began, horrific memories would flood over their hearts, and all the soldiers would not dare to face the banner squarely. Anyone who has seen the remnant blood flag, their best friend for the rest of their lives is probably a psychiatrist.

In Leo's eyes, the Austrian cavalry formation finally began to loosen, and when more and more officers launched suicide attacks on the enemy with glorious bullets, the last bit of pride in the hearts of the Austrian cavalry was trampled away.

I don't know who was the first, anyway, a terrifying scream suddenly came from the battlefield "Crazy, this is a group of Chinese madmen, let the artillery get on and blow them up with artillery...... I can't stand it......"

The soldier's spirit was completely broken, but no one could blame him, and when he saw a Prussian soldier slashing with two sabers and finally slashing the cavalryman's throat with his teeth, no one could condemn the deserter.

The moment the first deserter appeared, it already heralded the complete defeat of this wave of Austrian troops, and after the Austrian formation, the old earl, who had just been smiling, was now in a hurry and almost fell off his horse.

"Hurry up and send reinforcements, while the cavalry is still entangled, our charging infantry hurry up...... I can't catch such a fighter, what use do I want you?" the old earl burst into tears.

But the war is like this, there are so many unexpected things, no one expected that the cavalry would collapse so quickly, and before the follow-up reinforcements were in place, the great rout had already been formed, and the wave of attacks appeared at this moment There was a short time difference, a small fault.

The fighting cavalry began to retreat, but the follow-up cavalry and infantry were not assembled, and the area of the oncoming battlefield was not large, and the collective charge of just 3,000 people was already the limit.

Not only that, the hour-and-a-half-long battle turned the entire charging slope into mud, large and small craters became obstacles, and the corpses lying on the ground were also hindering the advance of the troops.

Brigadier Capone, who was now anxiously riding his horses, rushed to the old earl and shouted, "No, commander, when our reinforcements rush up, I'm afraid these damned enemies will retreat back into the trenches, and it will still be a bad battle...... Let the artillerymen open fire ...

The old earl's eyes widened, and his murderous gaze was directed at Capone, and the curse in his heart was almost uttered. Capone, you bastard, you're going to slaughter your own people? And you don't give the order yourself, you're going to ask me to give the order? Do you want me to go back and stand trial?

The current battlefield situation is like this, the best and worst means is to open artillery, now the cannon can definitely kill all the enemy, but the cavalry that does not withdraw will also die together.

Is it a temporary victory, or a long judgment afterward? This is a difficult question, and this is a difficult choice question.

The old earl was furious, but when he saw Capone's young face, he suddenly flinched. Capone has always been his most loyal subordinate, and less than forty years old is a good age for a man to do business... But as for myself, I am already in my sixties, and after this battle, I am afraid that I will never be able to go to the battlefield again.

That's it, that's it... The career of young people can't be ruined, I'm an old man who is getting weaker, I will be judged if I am judged, and I will not carry the black pot.

"The artillery regiment listens to my orders... Towards the enemy...... Intensive shooting... Run out of your ammo......" The old count roared and almost ran out of air in his lungs, and at that moment he seemed to be suddenly more than ten years old.

Vincent faithfully carried out the order of the master with red eyes, and he also knew that this was the most effective way to end the battle, although there were still more than two hundred comrades on the battlefield, but no one treated them as living anymore.

Boom Boom Boom ...... The field artillery began to spew fire, and steel projectiles were ejected and went straight to the battlefield of the melee.

When mushroom clouds rose one after another in the fighting military formation, freelance writer Leo pushed Xiao Letian away as if he had suddenly come to his soul.

"My lord, open it... The Austrians were slaughtering their own people...... I'm going to take a picture, this is incriminating evidence, this is incriminating evidence like steel... Don't worry, my lord, I've figured it out, I want to live, and I'm going to tell the world all the things that happened today..."

The shutter of the camera was pressed, and the chaotic battlefield would eventually become a black-and-white photograph, and it was foreseeable that when the war was over, everything that happened here would become ironclad evidence of the attack on Austria.

At this point in the war, Xiao Lotian hurriedly ordered to "blow the military trumpet...... Let the brothers go back to the trenches... Damn, you Austrians are really shameless? In that case, I don't have any scruples, I'm fighting with you......

"Still gasping for breath, give me our last killer weapon, I want to see how ruthless this group of Austrians really is..."

The loud trumpets sounded, and the surviving officers and soldiers on the battlefield supported each other to break away from the battle and run back to the trench, and at the moment when they jumped into the trench, in the third and final parallel trench, more than a dozen huge wooden crosses suddenly stood up.

The Earl of Tarbrice and Baron Penca had just taken a look, and their hairs exploded in fright. Baron Capone, after all, was young and reacted quickly, and he yelled "Stop shelling... Damn, you guys stop it......"

At this time, everyone in the entire battlefield turned their eyes to those crosses in the distance, and everyone was stupid, they really couldn't imagine that these Chinese would use such despicable means.

Viscount Alain and all his nobles were actually tied to the cross, and they were set up on the battlefield as conspicuous hostages.

Especially Viscount Alain, the most miserable is him, I saw that he was wearing a white silk trouser printed with red roses, the military pants had long since flown somewhere, his hands were tied to wooden sticks in a large shape, and his chest was also open with a handful of chest hair waving in the wind.

"Revenge...... My teacher, I ...... Avenge me...... Help me, please save me......" Alain cried with a face full of flowers, aggrieved like a little girl who had just been insulted by a hooligan.

After a few minutes of silence, all the officers in the Austrian army erupted: "How dare these barbarians insult the noble nobles? How dare they take the nobles of the Habsburg dynasty hostage? They are the public enemies of all Europe..."

"Commander, give the order, let us charge with all our troops, we will never accept such an insult... We're going to rescue Viscount Alain and his companions..."

In the middle of the nineteenth century, Europe was still ruled by the aristocracy, and although the power of the merchant class and the plebeian class began to rise, the traditions of mankind that had existed for thousands of years were still strong.

Xiao Letian once remembered a little story that happened to Washington, the founding president of the United States, during the Revolutionary War, during the Battle of Gmanton, Pennsylvania, the president of the United States was once targeted by British snipers.

The sniper's name is Ferguson, the highest commander of a special forces unit in the British army, at that time Washington was riding on his back to him, the closest distance was only a little more than 100 meters, and Ferguson also knew Washington, he clearly knew the identity of the other party.

For a sniper, a distance of 100 meters is a distance that cannot be missed, but surprisingly, in the end, Ferguson gave up pulling the trigger.

Ferguson gave up this opportunity to change history, and he only had one reason, he was a gentleman and the president opposite was also a noble gentleman, and a gentleman could not sneak up behind his back, which was not in line with the mainstream morality of Europe.

Just a gentleman's title, not a real title of nobility, already has a strong moral binding, you can kill a nobleman in a head-on gladiatorial fight, but you can't sneak up behind your back and insult the noble, because then you will become the public enemy of the entire European aristocracy.

And today, Xiao Letian has committed such a big sin, if this killer weapon is not played well, the consequences are unimaginable.

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