"......No," Count Tarbres let out a wolf's howl, he looked at the retreating crowd and roared angrily, and the Earl, who had lost his mind, even pulled out his pistol and fired three shots in succession, and the rout who ran at the front was knocked to the ground.

"Go back... Everybody goes back... Shame, you are a shame to the Empire...... Look up at your enemies, there are only three hundred, only three hundred......"

Yes, the old earl was right, the enemy was only three hundred, but it is debatable whether they were human or not. Never before had I seen such a tenacious soldier, nor had I ever encountered such a frantic density of firepower.

As soon as more than 300 Mauser rifles began firing at full speed, they instantly fired thousands of front-loading guns, and together with the countless grenades and incendiary grenades in the task force, the charging Austrians suffered the heaviest casualties.

It's not that we can't accept sacrifices, and we know that the enemy is just that, but as a commander, you also have to consider how much psychological pressure the increased casualties will bring to the soldiers, and they are also human beings, no matter how strong their nerves are, they will have a moment of collapse.

If one charge is unsuccessful, we can charge a second and a third time...... But when we've failed our fifth or sixth charge, as a commander you always have to think about how your soldiers feel.

The enemy is no longer invincible, why do you want us to die in vain?

Far from shocking these soldiers, the corpses of the three routed soldiers made everyone's hearts overflow with strange feelings. At this time, a sweaty colonel battalion commander rushed to the old earl along the flow of people, grabbed the reins of the war horse and shouted loudly.

"Division commander, you can't fight like this, the casualties of the soldiers are too heavy...... There are no people on the other side, they are just a bunch of devils..."

"The new rifles are fast and accurate, and the incendiary grenades are a sea of fire, and their grenades, I can't remember how many types, and there are even smoke bombs that explode with yellow poisonous smoke, and all the brothers who smell the poison gas are gone......"

"Lord Count... If we can't go down like this, I wonder? Do we have to have this high ground? Wouldn't it be okay for us to rush across the stone bridge and set up defenses on the plains......

With a crisp snap, the old earl's horsewhip was drawn diagonally, and a bloody path suddenly appeared on the colonel's face.

"Shut up... You coward...... You're going to let me go to the plains to set up defenses? Damn, there's such a spike behind us that threatens us, how do you say we're going to set up defenses? What are they going to do when they get caught between the Second Legion?"

The old earl was already crazy, he suddenly raised his pistol and put it on the colonel's forehead, and said coldly, "I'll give you one last chance to go back with the rout...... Or I'll shoot you..."

"Commander...... "Baron George is not a coward, he has been with you for six years, when did he ever become a deserter, he is your most loyal warrior..."

When a group of nobles saw that the old earl was going crazy, they hurriedly rushed up to hug their waists, and grabbed guns and guns. They weren't hurting the old earl, they were saving him.

"Calm down, Lord Count, please calm down......" Baron Penka, who was holding the old earl's wrist, whispered, "Are you crazy? George is a very famous nobleman in Prague, and he is also your very important subordinate, how can this be killed?"

"Eliminate gas, you eliminate gas... It doesn't matter how many deserters you shoot, if you shoot a nobleman, it will shake the whole of Europe when you turn around, and even His Majesty the King will not be able to save you......"

"I don't care...... I can't care so much, I just need this high ground now, woo woo...... Look at this qiē in front of you for yourselves, if we can't take it, I'm afraid that our Thorn Flower Master will be disbanded immediately, and we will never want to return to the military world again in this life......"

"Don't forget my military order, the soldier retreats and I shoot the squad leader, and the squad leader retreats and I shoot the platoon leader...... And so on until I get to myself, and then His Majesty the King will give me a bullet with his own hands......"

The old earl was about to go crazy, his face was red and foaming, and a group of officers couldn't hold him back, and at this time, the soldiers who retreated also stopped and looked at the angry division commander with puzzled eyes.

The soldiers did not know what was going on, they didn't know if the division commander was real, but they knew very well in their hearts that if Baron George was shot, there would not be a single deserter among the soldiers present.

The soldiers will turn with the generals, and the grass will follow the wind... As long as the bigwigs are willing to lose their lives, what choice do the other soldiers have?

At this time, Baron George looked at the angry teacher, he was also scared, he knew that it would not work if he didn't give the Earl a step down today, he gritted his teeth and said, "Master, you don't have to do it, I'll take someone to rush back... Can't I die on the battlefield? Look at what you're doing, if the division commander wants to shoot me, I'll shoot you first......"

Baron George turned his head like an enraged lion and rushed into battle, and his action really boosted morale, at least the routs in front of the teacher turned and followed, and launched an attack on the high ground.

"Huhuhu......" The old earl's chest rose and fell violently like pulling a bellows, and he felt a little more comfortable watching Baron George's back rush to the high ground.

But before Count Tarbres could completely smooth his breath, a scene on the battlefield made him completely crazy, and he saw that Baron George and hundreds of deserters had just rushed to a hundred meters of the trench, and he encountered the counter-charge of the Chinese sword drawing team.

More than 200 Austrian soldiers were met with more than 40 sword-drawing teams, only to see three or four grenades emitting yellow smoke explode in the crowd, and the crowd of people charging suddenly stagnated.

When the light of the cold weapon was waved again, Baron George didn't even fart and fled, he didn't even have the courage to look back. But he was clever enough not to flee in the direction of the old earl, but to flee eastward in the midst of the crowd.

"Shame...... It's a shame—" The old earl could not speak, and a shiny white thread suddenly flowed from the corner of his mouth, which was a long line of saliva.

At 11:40 p.m., the Count of Tarburis suddenly suffered a stroke and fell to the ground.

The division commander fell, the only high nobleman who could hold back the Thorn Flower Master, and as the military doctor escorted the count to the rear, Pengka and the other nobles erupted into a heated argument.

"Retreat, we can't die here in vain, it's almost noon, our mission can't be completed at all, and the second army of the Prussian army will arrive soon......"

"No, we must not retreat, now the Chinese on the high ground have become a tired army, we just need to divide a battalion of troops to watch them, we will rush across the stone bridge and set up a defense on the plain......"

"Impossible... You are delusional, now that our artillery and ammunition have been exhausted, and there is no heavy weapon support, why should we fight against the 120,000 army on the plain?"

"Then what do you say? If we don't make contact with the Second Legion, then it proves that we are completely defeated by this group of Chinese, and the military tribunal of the empire will definitely not spare us at that time, Your Majesty's face?"

Baron Penka is now the highest-ranking soldier here, but his prestige is not as good as that of the old earl, and he can't control this group of thorns at all, and no one listens to them when they shut up several times.

"Enough, you're enough...... If you want to retreat, I will rush forward with the death squad, I can't stand such an insult, even if the mission fails completely, I will kill all these Chinese......"

Pengka rushed into the rout, rode his horse and shouted, "All the soldiers who have received my favor from Pengka stand up...... I, the soldier who saved the life of Penka, stepped forward...... The soldiers who owe me money for Penca have all come forward...... Soldiers who have been greatly favored by the Empire stand up...... I'm going to form death squads... I'll take you into battle myself......"

Not to mention, Brigade Commander Pengka is really popular on weekdays, and after only shouting for three or four minutes, there are already more than 400 brothers behind him, all of which are as he said, owing Pengka endless favors.

"Brothers, I take you to battle, I don't want you to be warriors, I just hope that before I retreat, you can fight bravely, I, Pengka, promise you, I will not abandon you to survive alone..."

"Fight to the death...... Fight to the death...... "More than 400 death squads, inspired by Pengka, really broke out with the momentum of seeing death as home, and it seems that the Austrian army still has a lot of courage to fight.......

The bloody battle on the Stone Bridge Heights has been fought so far, and it can no longer be called a modern war, and the enemy and us are now a battle of will, and everyone gambles and does not admit defeat. In the end, the two sides fought like street thugs, with knives, bayonets, and sapper shovels wielding indiscriminately, and stones, fists, and even teeth coming in handy.

At this time, Xiao Letian was tired and about to collapse, and the saber in his right hand didn't know when it broke in half, and now only half of it was poked in the soil in his hand to help him support his body.

There were only the last two bullets left in the Colt pistol in his left hand, and Xiao Letian decided to give one to an Austrian officer, and the last one to himself, and it was almost time to fulfill his vow to die here.

Xiao Letian's chest rose and fell violently, as if he was going to drain all the oxygen on the high ground. Too tired, too excited, Xiao Letian's body had squeezed out the last trace of his body, but his nerves were unusually excited, and he had a feeling in a trance, he felt as if he could fight to the end of the world.

"Winged King...... Brother Shi...... You, you look down on the high ground...... They seem to be attacking again...... Hahaha, this group of strong seeds, they really don't hit the south wall and don't look back..."

At this time, Shi Dakai was also tired enough, he sat on an empty ammunition box and tried his best to breathe longer, he took a small sip of water in the kettle, and slowly accumulated his body.

"Huh...... If the Prussian elite stationed on the high ground, or the British and French, I am afraid that this group of Austrian troops will fall off the donkey...... It's not a shame to lose to a strong European army, but if you lose to us Chinese they will definitely not be able to get over any hurdle in their hearts......"

"That's right, they don't think about the Second Legion now, and they don't think about the military orders on them, all they think about now is to kill our ......"

"Then let them try..."Long Ye stood up with murderous aura when he heard this, he held a sapper shovel in each hand, and the quenched steel mouths on both sides were a little curled, which showed how ruthless Long Ye killed just now.

After a morning of bloody battles, even the strongest Nordic warriors, these soldiers who grew up eating venison, were tired and out of breath, but all the Chinese officers who had learned internal kung fu since childhood still had a long breath and full of energy.

It is precisely by virtue of their tenacious will that they can withstand the enemy's frantic attacks again and again, and turn the position into a safe one.

"It's enjoyable, it's really enjoyable... If I didn't follow the adults, then I would just be a village owner in the mountains of western Beijing. What kind of bullshit North Dragon and South Eagle? What kind of bullshit ranking in the rivers and lakes? Compared to me now, it's all bulls......hit."

"I never imagined in my life that I would one day come to distant Europa, and I never imagined that I would kill countless foreign devils with my own hands...... Hahaha, the Manchurian uncles in Beijing, you kneel in front of the foreign devils and eat farts, but Lao Tzu can kill the foreign devils now...... It's worth it to live to this extent..."

Long Ye's impassioned passion suddenly ignited the fire in the hearts of all Chinese, thinking about the humiliation of Beijing City six years ago, and then thinking about his own bits and pieces in Europe, the whole position was full of emotions.

Everyone only had one sentence in the end: "Follow the Prime Minister until today...... It's worth it..."

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