"Boom...... Boom...... Boom"

On the narrow stretch of Annam's land, a long train of steam locomotives scurried wildly on the tracks with thick white smoke, and the heavy wheels would make a regular dull sound when they ran over the interface of the rails.

Not so long ago, it was an armored personnel carrier, but now it is a coffin hearse carrying corpses and wounded. The iron plates embedded in the outside of the carriage were full of scars caused by cold weapons, and some parts were even twisted and deformed, like tattered rags.

In the carriage, the smell of wounded medicine and blood was filled, and from time to time there was an unbearable moan, and through the gap in the wooden plank of the carriage, you could see that there were a group of soldiers inside, soldiers from the Kingdom of Francis in the Old World, but most of them were wounded soldiers.

They endured the pain and suffering all the time, and they did not know when the return trip would end, these were all reinforcements from the southern port of Saigon, and in order to resist the imperial punishment from the Middle-earth Dynasty, they were forced to retreat helplessly in front of the heinous reality of war damage in the highlands.

The fourth carriage looked the most intact on the outside, and there were even padded seats inside, and all the people present were Francis officers, but most of them looked blank, their eyes looked in a certain direction, and their eyes were scattered, and they could not be concentrated in one place at all.

Only two of them had normal expressions, a young man of about thirty years old, wearing the military uniform of the Kingdom of France, wearing the rank of captain, but his temperament was completely different from that of his nearby colleagues, and although his face was a little sad, there was some anger in his eyes.

The other was an elderly man, wearing a gray robe soaked in the smell of gunpowder, only from the crow white at the collar could be seen that this was originally a white robe, this is an old man who has experienced a hundred battles, and is accustomed to all kinds of big scenes, so he can still maintain such a calm attitude after the crushing defeat of the kingdom's army.

"We're done!"

The young Captain Francis sighed, his words clearly irritating his colleagues, and some of them could not help but let out a groan of pain, but they quickly suppressed it.

In the officer's compartment, it was clear to everyone that their reign in Annam was coming to an end. Originally, they all regarded this vassal state of the Middle-earth Empire as a chick prostitute who kneaded at will, not only venting all kinds of desires on her, but also enjoying the service of the locals because of various privileges. After all, this is a heavenly hot land for servants to be used by a dozen and women at will.

It's a pity that when the behemoth behind the kingdom of Annam is eyed here, the good days of the soldiers from the Kingdom of Francis come to an end, although the enemy's undeclared war seems very despicable and immoral. However, if they had the opportunity, they would do the same to the enemy, all for the sake of victory.

"We're done!"

The young Captain Franz said this again, successfully attracting the attention of the old man, and he took a deep breath to heal the wounds in his heart, gradually forgetting the ferocious killing intent of the enemy on the battlefield.

"Bassoon, my disciple, there is no forever strong dynasty in the world, and there is no forever strong army. Although in my time, I once followed Emperor Napoleon to dominate the Old Continent, and it was not long before I was defeated by the intervention of the Great Powers, and even the invincible His Royal Highness Napoleon had no choice but to step down from the altar. ”

"Although I am a necromancer and have the ability to summon the dead, in the face of the overwhelming general trend, personal strength is not worth mentioning at all. ”

Captain Francis Basson lowered his head, and his voice was a little choked: "I know that the Middle-earth Empire only sent troops from two frontier territories, as well as some civilian rangers and knights, and defeated us. But I really don't want to, they won't let us go, and they won't tolerate our existence. ”

The old necromancer shook his head slightly: "My disciple, bassoon, don't be discouraged. Although we may lose Annam, Vientiane and Chenla are under control, and we have plenty of room for strategic maneuver. Besides, the East India Company of the Britain Kingdom will not sit idly by and watch us fail. After all, there is a wise saying in the Middle-earth Empire that without lips, your teeth will feel cold. To a certain extent, the great powers from the Old Continent competed with each other and supported each other. ”

Captain Francis Bassoon, the lieutenant of Pierno, the supreme commander of the Da Nang garrison, passed the trial of the war tribunal and followed the reinforcements south to regain lost territory, only to lose his confidence in victory after tasting a second defeat.

"Mr. Baptiste, will we come back? Can we still come back?"

The old necromancer Baptiste didn't know how to answer, so he skillfully changed the subject: "The Middle-earth Empire's Punishment Legion has five hundred and twenty-four people, and according to my observations, their average level is that of a high-ranking knight, and the strength of the leader should be a paladin. However, their weight-bearing capacity far exceeds that of most of the knights in the great powers of the Old World, and only the Knights of the Holy Grail of the Church and the Knights of the High Black Knights can match them. However, we are only facing the two frontier lords of the Middle-earth Empire, and the Imperial Forest Army defending the capital should not be full paladins...... Uh, that's horrible. ”

Captain Francis's face became even more ugly, the Middle-earth Empire not only had the peak combat power of the Cold Weapon Age, but the gunboats were not inferior to the powers of the Old Continent, and there was no hope of victory at all.

The necromancer saw that his disciple was choked with fright, so he slowly spoke his true thoughts: "Bassoon, my disciple, if the Middle-earth Empire only has an all-metal knighthood, we have the slightest chance of winning. After all, there are many masters of curses and defilements in our country's hermitages, and we have a lot of experience in dealing with pure knight legions. ”

Captain Francis Basson's originally drooping head immediately raised, looked at the necromancer opposite, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, as if he had found a spiritual support, and the whole person regained his vitality.

The gray-robed old man smiled and nodded slightly: "We have developed very well in Vientiane and Zhenla, there are senior scarlet alchemy masters, who extract and make a complete warlock bloodline from the captured indigenous gods, and the repulsion effect of the transplantation can be suppressed with medicine." Bassoon, my disciple, if you want to gain the power to become a Kingdom Warlock, I can recommend you for a transplant. ”

Captain Francis pondered for a moment, then nodded heavily, after all, he studied with a necromancer, and he turned into an alchemy apprentice, which was also a drunken result.

"Dirty ......"

After a short journey home, the driver of the steam locomotive closed the boiler and slowly pulled down the speed brake, and the train, laden with dead and wounded, finally began to slow down.

On the humble platform, the stationmaster in charge of reception took a deep breath, smelling the strange and familiar smell of blood from the familiar smell of soot and the rolling steam heatwave, and couldn't help but sigh, he was also one of the high-ranking officials of the colony, and he knew the war ahead.

When the steam-armored train finally stopped, a fully organized Francis regiment, led by Colonel Pierno, who had been reinstated, left the waiting room and came to the platform in a stream.

The unsuspecting Francis soldiers, their faces full of youthful vigor, their eyes full of desire for merit and victory, but they had also heard about the war at the front, and their brows were mixed with uneasiness about the war.

As the carriages passed in front of their eyes, the cold corpses were piled up haphazardly, and the dead compatriots and comrades were like filthy cargo, carried away from the frontline by steam trains, everyone began to agitate.

After the black compartment full of corpses, there were truckloads of wounded people one after another, some of their faces were ruined and they couldn't bear to see it miserably, some of their faces were covered with gauze, blood was still oozing out, and some of them lost their arms, legs and feet, empty sleeves and trousers, silently telling the cruelty of war.

Although they were alive, their eyes were lifeless, as if their souls had been left on the battlefield, and only a shell had escaped.

Colonel Pierno remembered the scene of the fall of the garrison, and his eyes were soaked with poisonous pain, and he could not help but take off his military cap, clutch it in his hand, and hold it tightly, so that the joints of his bones turned white from too much force.

The Francis soldiers lined up behind him, seeing the scene in front of them, involuntarily took off their hats and greeted their comrades.

But the wounded on the carriage did not react, just looked at all this blankly, and then walked down the train like a group of walking corpses.

In the process, no one made a sound, and the occasional moan touched the wound, and it was also faintly unheard.

The Francis colonial army of Annam suffered a crushing defeat in history, which no one expected.

The unpredictable sky, I don't know when it began to be covered by dark clouds, black pressed the ground, heavy, pressed on everyone's heads, just like the Middle-earth Empire not far away, the monsters of the behemoth, making a dissatisfied voice against the ants who offended their territory.

It's a pity that even such a low-intensity roar could not withstand the colonial army of the Kingdom of Franz. What the future holds, no one knows.