Christopher has long been aware of the consciousness of dedicating himself to the country.

And not only Christopher, but almost all the French army.

Although during this time there was a mutiny in France, and even in some places the mutiny continued. But the soldiers' demands were not for an end to the war, not for peace in an undignified way, but for an end to the senseless death.

As warriors, soldiers are not afraid of sacrifice, but of worthless death.

Christopher was ready to sacrifice now, and when he heard the sound of continuous grenade explosions on the position, Christopher knew that the final moment was coming.

"Gentlemen, it's time for us to go." Christopher pulled out the revolver on his waist, checked the bullets in the magazine, and calmly gave the battle order to the staff officers and operators.

Christopher's tone was surprisingly steady, as if he had decided to go camping rather than die. "Calmly go to death", probably this is what it means.

The civilian staff officers under the 215th Regiment are already holding guns, some of them are pale, and the hands holding guns are even a little trembling, but most of their expressions are resolute, and their eyes are not floating, although they may not be able to touch the guns a few times a year, but when they need to sacrifice their lives for the country, they can stand up bravely.

There are even female members of the operator.

Although the French advocate freedom and openness, they are still very traditional in some aspects, such as the gender composition of the army, the French are very insistent. Within the French army, there were very few female members of the front-line troops, except for those who worked in hospitals where meticulousness and patience were required.

Since the outbreak of the world war, French men are no longer on the battlefield, but in factories, and women are no longer excluded in the army.

The female operators were also assigned a pistol, which, of course, was of great significance to the men, and could be used not only to kill the enemy, but also to kill themselves.

Although Christopher didn't say that, the operators understood the role.

But the female operators also wanted to do their part for the country, they stopped the meaningless calls, took off the headphones on their heads, put down the pager in their hands, sorted out the machines that accompanied them day and night, picked up the strange pistols, and stood with the men, ready to accept the last task.

"Very good......" Looking at the staff officers and operators who had gathered together, Christopher pursed his lips vigorously as he spoke, trying to forcibly suppress his excitement, even so, Christopher's voice still sounded a little trembling: "Gentlemen, ladies, I am proud of you, and France is proud of you......"

No one spoke, everyone looked at Christopher, trying to suppress the excitement, fear, sorrow, and anger as their commander made the last pre-battle mobilization.

"Now, it's time to show our bravery and loyalty!" Christopher looked around at the crowd and shouted the slogan of the 215th Regiment with all his might: "Always be loyal!" ”

"Always loyal!" Countless voices are responding, thick and firm, crisp and trembling, vicissitudes, immature......

Christopher nodded, clutched the handle of the gun in his hand, turned and strode away.

Men and women are following suit, and even fighting a little because they are not to be left behind!

On the front-line positions, in some sections, the Germans had already rushed to the high ground and fought with the French soldiers.

Only at such times can the madness hidden in the hearts of human beings be most truly reflected, and they use bayonets, gun butts, sapper shovels, stones, nails, teeth, and everything else they can to kill each other by all means.

The French, who consider themselves on the side of justice, believe that they are crazy for their country; The Germans, who also considered themselves to be on the side of justice, thought that the German soldiers were fighting to smash all conspiracies against Germany and to gain more space for Germany to live.

Doing the most barbaric things under the cloak of civilization, human beings are always like this!

Opposite the 185 heights, the German commanders had already seen the hope of victory, more troops were sent out as fast as they could, and the soldiers' fighting spirit was high.

Below Heights 185, the German soldiers who were already on the way to the charge also saw the hope of victory, and they quickened their pace, either roaring loudly or desperately moving their legs silently, hoping to be the last straw that broke the camel's back and drowned Heights 185.

The French soldiers resisted desperately, the German bayonets were already in their chests, they forgot their fears, their families, and even themselves, and rushed to do whatever it took to pounce, or kill or be killed by the enemy.

Fear has no meaning, even if you want to escape, you must first deal with the enemy on the opposite side before you can run, otherwise you will not be able to escape by leaving the enemy with a back.

The soldiers of the 215th Regiment also had reinforcements, and their regimental commander Christopher had just walked to the gate of the headquarters with the regimental staff.

Right at the entrance of the headquarters, Christopher was dumbfounded, because in front of him, four tanks of the Foreign Legion were rumbling past Christopher's face.

The cold steel hull, the hideous and vicious turret, the never-ending tracks, the huge load-bearing wheels without the slightest beauty. Christopher somehow the tank, which usually looks ugly and abnormal, now looks so cute.

The body of the tank was painted with the emblem of the 1st Foreign Legion Division, and a shell exploded on the shield crossed by guns and swords, and the numbers 301, 302, 303, 305 were sprayed next to it.

Christopher knew what this meant, and the Arabic numerals indicated that the tanks were from the 3rd Regiment of the Foreign Legion. Christopher has always wondered why the Foreign Legion from the East used Arabic numerals instead of Roman numerals.

Perhaps Christopher should have wondered why he would have such thoughts at this moment.

Behind the tank, there was about a company of infantrymen, all of whom were already armed with guns, and were marching in a covert manner by hiding behind the tank with small broken steps with a high cadence. Most of these soldiers had shotguns, or Lewis machine guns, and only a few had rifles on their backs and pistols in their hands, apparently for long-range precision shooting. In addition, the proportion of Lewis machine guns is surprising, and a company of more than 100 people is actually equipped with more than a dozen.

Maybe they brought in all the Lewis machine guns from all over France, and Christopher couldn't stop resenting it.

Compared with the tall French, these Chinese are not thin, but more flexible because of their well-proportioned figures. Their uniforms fit perfectly, and although they are still the traditional blue-grey of the French army, they are all up to date, including jackets with zippers, the latest trend of cargo jeans, and easy-to-put booties with zippers on their feet.

From the faces of these Chinese who are about to rush to the battlefield, you definitely can't see fear or nervousness, some are just calm and firm, when you see Christopher, a Chinese wearing the rank of second lieutenant even saluted while running, and came with a sentence of "Diplomatic relations!" ”

"Hello? No! Banzai! Christopher came back to his senses and was hugged tightly by his chief of staff.

Hooray, the French haven't used the word for a long time since Louis Philippe, but at this moment, Christopher shouted incredibly naturally.

"Hooray!" Countless voices responded, and individual staff officers even covered their faces and squatted on the ground, this kind of body posture is called "the aftermath of the catastrophe".

(To be continued.) )