Li Xiu watched as the soldiers of the overseas corps happily boarded the ferry!

They will be sent to the Middle East, where the vast area between Basra and Baghdad will henceforth belong to them.

Even Li Xiu gave them the northern part of Syria, the places in Deir ez-Zor.

Those places were the places where the Kurds made the most noise at the beginning.

They killed Ming merchants and robbed Ming goods. Even besieging small groups of Ming troops in droves!

The Ming airship went to the rescue, but was also shot down by anti-aircraft fire supported by the Israelis.

The pilot's body was dragged through the streets and then hung on the bridge and burned publicly.

Hearing these news, Li Xiu was furious.

But Daming's military strength is insufficient now, and he can only let these people be arrogant for a few days.

Chen Laohu had a good idea, so he let the famous foreign army and the Kurds touch.

Anyway, it's all dog eats dog, and it doesn't matter if you bite any one to death.

When Daming frees his hand, he must let the Kurds pay for their blood debts.

The nation that has killed the Ming people, the Ming has never forgiven this statement.

Li Xiao said well, the debt of blood needs to be repaid with blood.

It's like hundreds of thousands of Jurchens, and in the end, only a few thousand naturalized people remained, planting apples for Daming in southern Liaoning.

By the way, take good care of the Li family's tomb.

"Master Tiger, aren't you afraid that these guys will go to that place in the Middle East and collude with the Kurds to deal with our Da Ming together?"

Shang Zhixin watched a group of people walk up the gangway to the big boat!

The so-called big ships are actually just small cargo ships of more than 3,000 tons.

The 10,000-ton giant ship on the sea in the distance lies on the sea like a giant beast in the wilderness.

The people in the small cargo ship will eventually be transferred to the 10,000-ton ship.

The reason for this is to ensure that they are as complete as possible so that they can fight in the Middle East.

"Huh!

How could this believer in Jesus and Mahammad pee into the same pot?

Thousands of years of grudges are not something that can be counted if you forget it.

And Sun Zhijie is also a bad seed, he gave the land that originally belonged to the Kurds to these people.

They are all good places that rely on water, and the Kurds are willing to give it up.

There was already a feud, but now there is a land dispute.

Hehe! Some of them hit.

Dude, it's not been a day or two since you came to the Middle East, and you know what water means to these people. ”

Chen Laohu smiled ghostly!

Shang Zhixin has nothing to say, ruthless! It's fucking ruthless!

The foreign legion was deliberately put in the water source, and the Kurds couldn't bear it.

In that part of the Middle East, water is life.

No matter how generous the Kurds are, they will not be able to give their lives to others.

What's more, looking at the appearance of those people in the Foreign Legion, you can tell at a glance that they are not good birds.

When you get to the Kurdish place, robbing men and bullying women is all evil, and it is estimated that it is a basic operation.

Haig stood beside Li Xiu and watched as his soldiers were sent by ferries to large ships floating on the sea.

Everyone boarded, and all that was left was ...... Haig and thousands of officers.

They were all officers above the rank of captain, and now they were the only ones left in the beach prisoner camp.

The vast majority of these men were French, and all of them were French officers.

"Commander, when are we on board?" Haig said to the Tongue Man.

The tongue man didn't translate Haig's words to Li Xiu at all, but after taking a look at Haig, he followed Li Xiu.

Helpless, Haig could only take his men back to the barracks on the beach.

Looking at the barracks on either side of the tent, Haig breathed a sigh of relief.

This was his last armament, and everyone was gone, except for two regiments of Foreign Legionnaires.

These people were all black, and they were the lowest-ranking existence in the French army on weekdays.

Unexpectedly, now I have to rely on them to protect my own safety.

Da Ming is really big enough, and he didn't even confiscate their weapons.

But it's always good to have heavily armed soldiers to defend you.

"General, it's time for lunch."

"What to eat?"

"The main dish sent by the Ming people is beef stew and potatoes, and there are a few side dishes.

The staple food is white rice! ”

"White rice again!" Haig muttered as he walked towards the officer's cafeteria.

This was specially requested by him, and the officers had to eat in the officers' canteen, and the soldiers could only eat on the beach.

An officer is an officer, and he must be distinguished from an ordinary soldier.

Haig was the least likely to see the Ming style, where officers and soldiers ate in a cafeteria, and even used a toilet to go to the toilet.

An officer doesn't look like an officer, and a soldier doesn't look like a soldier.

They actually dared to smoke and chat with the officers!

Damn, how did such an army remain stable.

Walking into the officers' canteen, everyone stood up and saluted.

Haig returned the favor casually!

The orderlies helped bring the food, which was served on a metal plate.

The square metal plate is divided into several areas, each with different dishes.

The largest area in the middle is filled with white flowers.

As a general, he also had a small bottle of wine.

It was a very strong wine in a glass bottle.

It is stronger than brandy or agave, and a sip is not much different from a sip of fire.

It goes from the throat to the inside of the stomach, and then the stomach feels like there's a flame burning.

Although it is a little uncomfortable, it is really enjoyable to drink.

After drinking it for a week, Haig had to drink this small bottle almost every day at noon.

The officers preferred the kind of wine that came in small bottles and bubbled in glasses.

This wine is very refreshing to drink and quenches your thirst!

The Ming people called this wine beer, but the French officers liked to call this wine bubble wine.

Because when poured into the cup, it can break out very large foam.

Haig doesn't like sparkling wine, and he always pees when he drinks too much.

As the highest officer here, you can't just run to the toilet at every turn.

The beef is stewed badly, the potatoes are stewed very soft and glutinous, and the side dish is a white cylindrical dish fried with meat, which tastes crunchy and has a good taste.

Haig had never eaten this dish before, but now he was somewhat fond of it.

It is said that this thing is a sprout from the bean, at least the Ming people called this thing bean sprouts.

What he didn't like was white rice, and the European continent was dominated by wheat. Haig's staple food that he grew up eating the most was bread!

White rice in your mouth is completely different from bread.

The Ming people eat with too much salt and too little sugar......!

For the diet of the Ming people, Haig has countless grooves to vomit.

But it doesn't matter anymore, as long as you leave this place and go to the Middle East, it's not your own world.

When I arrived in the Middle East, I would eat bread if I wanted to, and I would eat steamed bread if I wanted to eat steamed buns, and whoever dared to control would be killed.

I barely ate lunch, and I was thinking about how to leave Corsica and go to the Middle East with Li Xiuti.

Unconsciously, a small bottle of Niulanshan Erguotou entered the stomach.

Back inside the tent, Haig felt a little upset, and fell into a deep sleep on the camp bed.

On weekdays, the French do not have the habit of taking a nap, but today there are especially many officers taking a nap.

Almost every French officer, after lunch, was sleepy and lay asleep in his tent.

For a while, the French barracks in the afternoon were exceptionally quiet.

On a destroyer not far away, Shang Zhixin was watching with a telescope.

The Mediterranean is sunny and a little hot at noon.

In the barracks on both sides of the French officers' prisoner of war camp, countless black soldiers came out.

Most of them carried machetes and axes in their hands, and a few carried revolvers.

These black soldiers silently entered the camp of French officers.

"What do they do with machetes?" Shang Zhixin looked at the swarthy machetes in their hands and was a little puzzled.

"Get used to it! These blacks are somewhat similar to the Gurkhas, and are very obsessed with using knives. Standing behind Shang Zhixin was a white French officer.

This French officer can actually talk to the monk without a tongue.

There are not many people in France who can speak so fluently.

"Marini, these are your men now. I will find you some more experienced Sikh or Gurkha veterans to serve as your non-commissioned officers and junior officers.

Anyway, there are all kinds of people in the Foreign Legion, and there are no more Indians.

In addition, I will also find you some Egyptians and Syrians who are loyal to the Ming Dynasty and have fought as officers.

With these officers, I think you can stabilize the Foreign Legion. ”

With the rank of colonel on his shoulders, Marini was originally the commander of the Foreign Legion.

Many years ago, during the honeymoon period between Daming and France, Marini was in college. Since then, he has been madly obsessed with Ming culture.

He even had the privilege of visiting Daming as a student representative.

For the wealth, prosperity and strength of the Ming Dynasty, Marini has seen it with his own eyes.

He fell madly in love with the country of Daming and the unique culture that this country represents.

Later, the relationship between Daming and France broke down, and he became a nail in the coffin that remained within the French army.

Now, this nail comes in handy.

A colonel regiment commander suddenly became the commander of the 200,000 foreign regiments.

This identity jump is not small.

"We've helped you get rid of the French officers in the army, so that you can take control of the army in the future.

You can go to the Middle East for whatever you want, and we will help you.

If possible, you'd better take Baghdad.

The commander will not erase your merits, and with such merits, it is no problem for you to join the nationality of the Ming vassal state. ”

Shang Zhixin looked at Marini with a smile.

"Hmmm! I will take control of this army to serve the Ming Dynasty and capture Baghdad.

The soldiers will get land, women, and wealth, and I, I, will get the status of the Ming Dynasty that I have always dreamed of.

When the time comes, I will be able to live in Daming! ”

"Nope!

If you want to live in Daming, you can't just conquer Baghdad.

Under Baghdad, you can only live in the Ming vassal country.

For example, Korea, Wako, Cochin, Siam, and Burma can also be used.

Of course, if you want to go to India, we don't stop you. Shang Zhixin corrected it very seriously.

The Ming people are like this, they never fool people when they say something.

If it is said to be the nationality of the Ming Dynasty, it will not give the Ming nationality.

To be honest, the blonde and blue-eyed appearance of Marini is too eye-catching in Daming.

"Nope! I will make a great achievement, and I will ask His Excellency the Generalissimo to personally recognize my merits and grant me citizenship. ”

Mariini replied excitedly.

By this time, the black soldiers were already slashing and killing tents.

Inside the binoculars, you can see the startled French officers trying to resist.

But their weapons had long since been confiscated, and one by one they staggered, unable to even stand on their feet.

Shang Zhixin saw with his own eyes that the thick-backed machete directly cut off the neck of a French officer.

A yellow-haired head flew up, and blood gushed out from the inside of the neck, like a red ribbon in the sun.

The killing lasted a full half hour, and when Marini set foot on the land again, there were fragments of human limbs everywhere.

The people standing nearby were all blacks, and he was the only one white.

The scene was horrific as Haig's head was carried by a black soldier.

He walked over to Mariny and threw Hagrid's head on the ground.

The skull was covered with sand, and Haig's eyes were open, and a look of surprise froze on his face.

Mariini glanced at Haig's head, and several flies "buzzed" and "buzzed" around Haig's head.

"Dig a pit and bury it!" Marini said softly.

The black soldier didn't speak, just raised the bloody machete in his hand and pointed into the distance.

There, a machine with large claws was digging a pit.

Marini was once again convinced, this thing is more powerful than manpower.

In the past, digging such a big pit required a lot of manpower and a lot of time.

But now, every claw of that huge machine can scratch off a lot of dirt.

More than a dozen machines of all kinds worked together to dig a huge pit in one afternoon.

The black soldiers dragged the corpses into the pit, and Mariny felt that they had chopped the corpses so much purely for the convenience of transport.

Large barrels of gasoline were brought over and some firewood was thrown in to light it.

Black soldiers with torches hunted down all the whites here.

As long as it is a white race, it will not be able to escape the fate of a knife on the neck. It doesn't matter if it's a man, a woman, an old man, or a child.

Some were driven to the edge of the burning crematorium and then thrown into the fire with a terrible howl.

A "Burning Man" can be seen running inside the fire, tumbling and rolling until it does not move at all.

Mariini did not blink an eyelid at this tragic scene, as if those men were not his fellow Frenchmen.

The massacre lasted for five days, and two regiments of black soldiers destroyed everything here.

During the whole operation, the Ming army was just a spectator.

The only thing they could help was digging pits and barrels of gasoline.

The fire burned for a week before it was extinguished, and when the last cremation pit was filled in by bulldozers, the air was filled with a disgusting smell of burning.

The black soldiers seemed to be delighted, each with a land certificate issued by Mariny in their pockets.

With this credential, they were able to receive a large piece of land.