Expedition to Europe

"Old Liu, take your people and start transporting the wounded soldiers, and send them to Cappi. Explain our situation to Falcao. Whether he has it or not, we need reinforcements, otherwise we won't be able to hold on. The British are coming." After understanding the situation, Qin Zhiyuan issued the first order.

In just ten minutes, four armed Chinese workers were killed and 13 injured. This is the unavoidable price of joining the war, and Qin Zhiyuan has been prepared for it.

"Yes!" Liu Zizheng accepted the order and immediately began to execute it.

"Brother, count all our weapons. Machine guns, machine gun bullets, and grenades are the most important. We must find out." This was Qin Zhiyuan's second order.

"Okay, but what if the French don't let them sort it out? What should I say to them?" Qin Zhisheng's French is still at the vocabulary stage, and he does not have the ability to communicate normally with people.

"I'll think of a way." Qin Zhiyuan also thought of this problem, and then found the military doctor who was treating the wounded soldiers.

"Mr. Second Lieutenant, who has the highest rank on the battlefield now?" There is a collar badge on the military doctor's uniform, and Qin Zhiyuan recognized it as the badge of the Second Lieutenant.

"Major Bastian, but he has been injured. If there is no one injured, then it is me. But I can't command the battle, I can only suture the wound, and now there is no medicine." The second lieutenant looked sad, obviously for this team The prospects for the army are not promising.

"Okay, now is not the time to discuss this. I need to sort out the supplies we have, machine guns, bullets, grenades, etc. Can you help?" After Qin Zhiyuan finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to introduce himself: "Zhiyuan Qin , nice to meet you. ”

"Ah... you are the Overlord of the Far East from China? Bastian has been talking about you. My name is Henry, Henry Brad Daniel. Nice to meet you." Finally meeting the legendary Overlord of the Far East, Henry looked at I felt a little energetic when I went up there.

"Yes, thank you for the compliment, can we start working now?" Qin Zhiyuan had no time to be polite. He knew that the Germans would complete preparations for the next attack in at most an hour.

"It's very bad. Several heavy machine guns are broken. Damn Shaosha is useless at all. There are not many bullets. Before the last attack, it only had enough for ten minutes. Now it is probably all gone." Regarding the material reserves on the position, , the second lieutenant obviously knew it too.

Qin Zhiyuan nodded to express his understanding. It was precisely because Hachikes was out of bullets that the Germans could easily charge forward. Otherwise, it would not be so easy to attack a position with sufficient weapons and ammunition.

"There are very few grenades, only one or two boxes left. Since yesterday, we have only received supplies once, and now there are not many left." As Henry spoke, he led Qin Zhiyuan to a hall.

This hall is the same hall where Qin Zhiyuan and the others discovered gold.

"They are all here. The ones here are left by the Germans. They are not of the same caliber as ours, so they cannot be used. These are the only ones we can use." Henry pointed to a dozen boxes stacked on one side of the hall. , these were sent over by Qin Zhiyuan and others yesterday.

On the other side of the hall, hundreds of empty boxes were piled up scatteredly, and there were dozens of unopened boxes. These boxes blocked the passage to the gold storage room. Qin Zhiyuan estimated that the room had not been discovered yet.

"Put these in order." Qin Zhiyuan decided to "discover" the secret room himself, so that he could clear away his suspicions under Henry's witness.

"Okay." Chen Kangjian led a dozen people to start together, and soon the boxes were sorted, with empty ones in a pile and unopened ones in a pile.

"What's in those rooms? Open it." Qin Zhiyuan picked up a crowbar and started to pry the box, and then ordered Chen Kangjian smoothly.

"Okay." Chen Kangjian rolled his eyes, walked to the door, and kicked open the iron door.

"Holy shit!" Even though it wasn't the first time they met, Chen Kangjian was still dazzled by the golden light.

"My... God!" Henry was also shocked, dumbfounded looking at the gold all over the floor.

"Hurry up and report it... We have to report it... ah... it's incredible." Qin Zhiyuan also pretended to be dumbfounded and murmured to himself, with a feeling of disappointment that he wished he could take it for himself.

"Sergeant, Sergeant! Please come here." Ever since he discovered the gold, Henry has been blocking the door, and would rather shout at the top of his lungs than leave.

"Yes, Mr. Henry." A soldier hurried over and he was nearby.

"Now, you go back to Kapi immediately and report what you found here. Come here, you can take a look, but you are not allowed to tell others." Henry was very aware of confidentiality and greeted the sergeant sideways.

"My... God!" The sergeant's reaction was exactly the same as Henry's, and he was immediately stunned.

"Go, right away." Henry only glanced at him, then closed the door and stood in front of the door like a door god.

"I said it would be better to let Major Bastian report." Qin Zhiyuan saw the defensiveness in Henry's eyes and felt a little uncomfortable. If he had known this was the case, he would have left it alone to move slowly.

"The Major has been wounded." Henry's expression was calm, and it was hard to tell what he was thinking, but the violent rise and fall of his chest betrayed him. He must also be fighting between heaven and man.

"I have already treated his wounds. As long as he wakes up, it's not troublesome." Qin Zhiyuan saw that Henry wanted to take credit, so he was no longer polite.

"Sir, this is French property, and only French people are qualified to decide how to deal with it." As long as I see it, it is mine, or as long as I know it, it is mine, standard Western logic, bandit logic.

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"Sir, I don't mean to offend you, but before this, this is a tunnel dug by the Germans." Qin Zhiyuan thought about it and decided not to talk nonsense. He turned around and left: "Gather our people, let's leave immediately. This is a war of the French and has nothing to do with our work."

In order to make Henry understand, Qin Zhiyuan deliberately used French.

"Wait... please wait a moment." Seeing Qin Zhiyuan was about to leave, Henry was stunned.

It was only now that Henry remembered that if Qin Zhiyuan and his men had not come to help in time, the position would have been lost, and gold and other things would be nothing...

"Please wait a moment, Qin, you can't leave like this." Henry took two steps at a time and stepped in front of Qin Zhiyuan and stretched out his hands, his tone full of panic and anxiety.

"Why? Lieutenant Henry, I'm afraid you don't understand. We are just a group of laborers. We signed a labor contract. We have no responsibility for the war." Qin Zhiyuan was right. Just last night, not long after Falcao's report was submitted, there was an order to set up a Chinese camp to join the Foreign Legion, but it would take half a year. Therefore, the current Chinese workers are not soldiers yet. They still have the "Labor Contract".

"Oh my God, no, no, no, there must be a way, there must be a way, please give me some time, I need some time." Henry was a little incoherent and refused to give way.

"Hey... guys, I fixed the line and the phone was connected. Where is Major Bastien?" The tough engineer company commander shouted and rushed into the hall, his excitement was beyond words.

"Wait, Charles, you stay here, I'm going to talk to General Michelet, I have something important to report." Henry ran over like a fly, left Charles in the hall, and then went to make a phone call.

Ten minutes later, Qin Zhiyuan received a notice that the Chinese regiment of the 6th Infantry Regiment of the Foreign Legion was established on the same day, September 8, 1916. Qin Zhiyuan served as the colonel commander and was responsible for recruiting members of the troop.

September 8, 1916, this day was the eleventh day of the eighth month in the lunar calendar, which happened to be the "White Dew" in the 24 solar terms. The "Collection of Explanations of the Seventy-two Solar Terms of the Lunar Calendar" said: "The eighth month... the yin energy gradually becomes heavier, and the dew condenses and turns white."