"How did you do that, Mr. Colonel!" Seeing the hellish apocalyptic scene in front of him, the lieutenant colonel corrected his attitude towards Qin Zhiyuan.

The officers of the Foreign Legion were common to the British, and in the British camp there were millions of Indian troops, and the British called them the Colonial Legion. As a result, the British did not care about the officers in the Foreign Legion, especially the non-British officers in the Foreign Legion.

Don't think that there are no non-national officers in the Foreign Legion, whether it is Britain or France, the members of their Foreign Legion may be foreigners, but the highest commander or military director in the army is always a native, including the "Huayong Battalion" when the Eight-Nation Alliance invaded China.

Qin Zhiyuan, black hair, black eyes, yellow skin, but from the analysis of appearance, he is not a Westerner, he is a standard Oriental, or because of Qin Zhiyuan's tall figure, he is a standard Chinese.

When the British lieutenant colonel first saw Qin Zhiyuan, he just gave a hasty military salute, and then said "sir", and when he saw the tragic situation in the tunnel, he became "Mr. Colonel", the hypocrisy of the British and the so-called "gentlemanly demeanor" can be seen, although the skin characteristics of this country and the Japanese are different, but they are almost the same in their bones.

"When the enemy's butcher's knife comes to us, we won't kill it." Qin Zhiyuan did not answer directly, but expressed his attitude with a proverb.

"With all due respect, I know you're fighting hard, but I didn't expect it to be so fierce." The lieutenant colonel was still smacking his tongue, and he couldn't imagine what price he would have to pay if he had to kill so many German troops.

"We have no choice in the face of war." Qin Zhiyuan's expression was gloomy.

At this moment, Qin Zhiyuan thought of David, the Chinese soldiers who sacrificed, and the French soldiers who were not afraid of death, and even the German soldiers who went forward one after another.

War, what is it for? There is never an answer to this question.

Or rather, there is no one suitable answer.

Just when Qin Zhiyuan was talking to the British lieutenant colonel, Gars, who was wrapped in bandages on his shoulders and arms, puffed out his chest, as an officer, he was proficient in French and English, and naturally he could understand the admiration between the words of the British lieutenant colonel. Ian, along with Henry and Charles, also puffed out their chests, deserving of such praise as in-person participants in the battle. Chen Kangjian and Hu Tingfeng also puffed up their chests, and today's battle made them understand how many pounds and taels foreigners have, and if they let go under the same conditions, the Chinese are no worse than the "foreign adults", and the "foreign adults" have to bow their heads and beg under the Chinese's knife.

"If you can, please accept my salute and let us take care of cleaning up the battlefield. Mr. Colonel, you and your fighters have also rested, and I am sure that you will have a pleasant holiday. The lieutenant colonel of the British army stood up and saluted, and the respect between the words was like a spring breeze.

"No, no, no, your army has come from afar, you should have enough rest, because if there is still a battle in the future, we still need the heroic British brothers to fight bloody battles and clean up the battlefield, so let's do it." If possible, Qin Zhiyuan would not let the British enter the tunnel.

"But you and your men are so tired. As a benevolent commander, you should now give your troops a well-rested rest. "The British lieutenant colonel was very persistent.

"On the contrary, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, I think you and your troops need to rest, look, your children are exhausted, they have been running for a long time, and now they have become the end of the crossbow, let them rest, my men are cleaning up the battlefield." Qin Zhiyuan was-for-tat, not giving an inch.

"It seems that you don't need our help." The lieutenant colonel looked at Qin Zhiyuan's face uncertain.

"I don't mean to offend, but I think my fighters have the right to clean up the battlefield." Qin Zhiyuan deliberately led the lieutenant colonel to the fork in the road.

Just when Qin Zhiyuan and the British lieutenant colonel were secretly arguing with each other, the French soldiers and Chinese soldiers had begun to carry the corpses out of the tunnel, there were too many corpses of the Germans, and many of them had stumps and broken arms, and blood was overflowing, so that no one even asked for good military boots, only some German belongings, such as goggles, binoculars, Luger P08 pistols, pocket watches, rings and necklaces and other things that some people were willing to collect.

"Of course, they deserve it." The British lieutenant colonel saw that the Chinese soldiers began to search for their belongings, and his face was mocking, showing the so-called gentlemanly demeanor at the right time.

Seeing that the French and Chinese made a lot of money, and the British soldiers also went up to help, no one objected to this, and there were so many corpses that only a few hundred French soldiers and Chinese soldiers could not be cleaned up at all.

When he saw that there were British soldiers entering the tunnel, Qin Zhiyuan did not object, the tunnel was not wide, it could probably accommodate four people to enter and exit side by side, if he carried the corpse out slowly like this, I am afraid that it would be carried until dawn, and the corpse would not be able to be lifted.

Looking at the slow work of the Chinese soldiers and the French soldiers, the British lieutenant colonel did not say much, although his face was unhappy. In Qin Zhiyuan's view, the British lieutenant colonel may or may not know that there is gold in the tunnel, it doesn't matter, as long as the British lieutenant colonel does not forcibly drive the French and Chinese troops away from their positions.

Seeing that more and more corpses were being carried out of the tunnel, the British lieutenant colonel's face became more and more pale, and it was obvious that he was frightened by the mutilated corpses, and at the same time had a higher estimate of the combat effectiveness of the French soldiers and Chinese soldiers.

The British don't get in the way, and Qin Zhiyuan can't ask for it. Under the command of Qin Zhiyuan, it took a whole hour to clean up, and the corpse in front of Position A had not yet been cleaned up. This also made it so that when a French army arrived, Qin Zhiyuan smoothly handed over the position that was still under control.

"Yes, General, I have met with Mr. Verbeke...... Okay General, I'm going to hand over the defense of the position to Mr. Verbeke...... Thank you very much General Army, as you wish, the 6th Regiment will return to Yamao to rest and recuperate......" When the reinforcements arrived, Qin Zhiyuan received a call from the commander of the 10th Army, Michele, in which Michele gave the 6th Regiment of the Foreign Legion plenty of time to rest.

Qin Zhiyuan immediately handed over to Colonel Verbeck, who rushed to reinforce him, and then led the remnants of the Sixth Regiment back to Kapi that night.

When he went to the front line from Kapi to support, Qin Zhiyuan took 130 soldiers and 180 auxiliary personnel. When he returned to Kapi, Qin Zhiyuan only had 49 soldiers and 150 auxiliary personnel left around him, and it was not an exaggeration to call him a "remnant army".

"Master Qin, you let me come down and walk, I can walk ......" Qin Zhiyuan carried a soldier who was up to 18 years old, and hurried back with a firm pace, and the flashlight hanging around his neck pointed out the direction for the group, which was a real light in the dark.

"What's strong? If it weren't for your thigh injury, Lao Tzu wouldn't have carried you. After a day of fierce fighting, Qin Zhiyuan was also exhausted, but in order to bring everyone back to Kapi, Qin Zhiyuan also had to go into battle in person.

In the long procession, those who were not injured were basically carrying stretchers, and each stretcher carried a Chinese soldier who had died in battle, or a seriously injured Chinese soldier, as long as he could still walk, he was moving back step by step with the support of his companions, no one was left behind, no one complained, no one was afraid, and no one collapsed.