In the Second Opium War, the plenipotentiary commander of the French army was named Gro (no information found, only name). Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this time, this middle-aged man in his 50s, wearing a straight French-style 3 military uniform and with blonde hair, was proud, with the pride of a victor, riding a high-headed horse with a bright white color, leading more than 5,000 French soldiers under his command, and heading straight to the Old Summer Palace.

Gro has been in China for a while, and naturally knows that the Old Summer Palace, a rare royal garden in the world, contains countless treasures, and if you have to go back, it will be enough to live happily for half a lifetime.

Therefore, after defeating the remnants of the Monk Qing army, Greenqin and Ruilin, he was one step ahead of the British army, and the purpose was simple, that is, to loot the treasures in the Old Summer Palace.

"Your Excellency, the front is the Old Summer Palace of the Qing Dynasty."

Gro's adjutant, a young Frenchman who is a Chinese expert, said excitedly.

Gro looked up and saw a huge and magnificent royal garden standing between the reckless mountains and forests, and his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said excitedly: "Inform the troops, move forward at full speed." ”

"Yes!"

Adjutant Koloze turned around and shouted as he waved his horsewhip: "The envoy has an order, go at full speed!" The envoy has an order, full speed ahead! ”

When the soldiers heard this, they did not hesitate, raised their speed, and ran forward.

Naturally, these soldiers also knew what they were going to do next, and everyone's faces were filled with excitement.

A group of more than 5,000 people accelerated towards the Old Summer Palace.

Suddenly, Gro frowned, looked at the black figure running in front of him, and asked the adjutant, "Kolo, who is that, what does he want to do?" ”

The black figure is naturally Zhang Long.

Kolo also saw Zhang Long, and frowned slightly: "Your Excellency the Special Envoy, that person is wearing iron armor, as if he is a general of the Qing Dynasty army!" ”

"Hehe, general of the Qing Dynasty!"

Gro laughed twice, his eyes full of disdain.

He led the army all the way to Beijing, during which he did not know how many Qing Dynasty generals he killed, and the Qing Dynasty general in front of him dared to kill more than 5,000 of his people head-on, and he simply didn't know how to write the word death.

"Stop!"

Gro let out a loud shout and ordered, "Musket squad!" ”

Boom~

More than 30 French cavalrymen with muskets on their backs turned over and dismounted, and they were lined up in three rows of ten.

"Fire!"

Gro pulled out his saber at his waist and yelled.

Bang bang bang~

After the first row of ten French soldiers opened fire, they quickly squatted down and loaded their ammunition, and almost at the same time, the shots of ten French soldiers in the second row also rang out, and then the third row.

There was a sound like frying beans, and thirty musket bullets shot at Zhang Long together.

However, in the next second, the expected human body was shot by a bullet, and the picture of blood rushing did not appear.

All the French troops, including Gro, stared at the Qing generals who flew high and killed them with knives.

"Oh, cake seller, what's this?"

Gro was shocked and couldn't understand why someone could fly so high in violation of the law of gravitation.

"Raised by a son of a bitch, let me die!"

Zhang Long's internal force poured into the long knife, and with one slash, a sword qi shot out, directly splitting Ge Luo and the five or six cavalry behind him, including men and horses, into two halves.

There was a boom, and the blood rained down, and the blood of the human and horse splashed the faces of the surrounding French soldiers.

Everyone was stunned by this terrifying and unbelievable scene, and they forgot to fight back for a while.

Zhang Long didn't care so much, he sent out a sword qi to slash and kill Ge Luo, his body rushed straight down, he sprinted quickly, and the dragon bird ring was dragged and slashed with a knife, and more than 30 French cavalry who were directly in time to react were beheaded.

The heads fell from their necks one by one, blood gushed like a fountain, and the headless corpses snapped and fell off their horses.

Adjutant Kolo touched the blood on his face, finally came back to his senses, looked at the body of Gro split in half on the ground, pulled out his cavalry knife, and shouted angrily: "Kill, kill this Qing Dynasty man for me." ”

Boom~

Five or six cavalrymen pulled out their cavalry knives at their waists and slashed at Zhang Long.

Zhang Long slashed out with a backhand.

A knife cut off the cavalryman's cavalry knife, and the sharp blade slashed through the neck, directly beheading the five or six cavalrymen in front of him.

Kill!

Zhang Longshen blocked and killed the gods, the Buddha blocked and killed the Buddha, stepped on the Lingbo microstep, brandished the dragon sparrow ring sword, and the iron armor was stained with blood, like an ancient killing god descending, harvesting the lives of the French army.

100 people slashed!

Two hundred people beheaded!

Three hundred people were killed!

……

Wherever Zhang Long's body passed, blood splashed, stumps and broken arms flew, for these robbers and invaders in front of him, Zhang Long did not have a soft hand, his eyes were red, and he killed him in the dark.

Puff~

With a horizontal slash, a head flew high, which was the thousandth human head under Zhang Long's knife.

Thousands of people are killed!

In five minutes, in just five minutes, Zhang Long killed a thousand French soldiers with his sword.

At this time, the black iron armor on his body was already blood-stained, and his hair, face, and entire body were bathed in sweet blood.

"Devil, this is the devil!"

"Satan, it's Satan!"

……

The French were frightened and fled in all directions in panic.

Watching Zhang Longru enter the flock of sheep like a tiger, slashing left and right, Ye Haishan, who was squatting on the top of the city tower, was also secretly speechless.

At this moment, more than two hundred French troops stumbled over, and a cold glint flashed in Ye Haishan's eyes, and the whole person was murderous.

Grandma's, Brother Zhang Long is so fierce, I can't let him underestimate it.

Ye Haishan pulled the trigger suddenly, and the M60 suddenly roared, the bullet chain jumped, and the machine gun bullets tilted down, poof, puff, and the sound of entering the flesh came and went, and one after another the French soldiers were shot down.

"Ah, someone, there's someone on the roof!"

"What kind of weapon is this, ah, my leg, my leg is broken, who will save me......"

"Run, run!"

……

The French soldiers were beaten and cried for their fathers and mothers, leaving behind more than 100 corpses, and then retreated.

Nima!

Don't even think about running!

Zhang Long flew to catch up with a group of French soldiers, dragged his knife and slashed horizontally, and picked more than a dozen heads into the air.

Then with a wave of his hand, the biochemical steel armor Tyrannosaurus rex appeared!

"Kill, Xiaoyin, whip these guys in front of you fly!"

Roar!

Hearing the order, Xiao Yin raised his head and roared, and rushed towards the French army, biting with a big mouth, slapping with his claws, and whipping his tail to kill, and everywhere he passed, the French army was frightened and trembled.

Zhang Long put away the dragon sparrow ring knife, took out the M134, and performed light skills to chase and kill the fleeing French troops in all directions.

Half an hour later, more than 5,000 French troops were almost slaughtered.

"Well, there's another one!"

Zhang Long's ears moved, and he heard a breath, and he turned and walked towards a bush.

Hiding in the grass was none other than Adjutant Kolo.

Listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer, Kolo, who was lying in the grass, trembled in fright, and his feces and urine were scared out.

He regretted it, and he regretted it terribly.

If he could choose again, it would be for his emperor, and he would never come to China.

Chloe's trembling hand reached for the revolver at his waist, glanced at the sky with nostalgia, raised the pistol to his head and pulled the trigger.

With the sound of the gun, Chloe fell, he did not have the courage to face the devil, and he took out his gun and committed suicide in fear.