Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

The war was inhumane. Naturally, after the war, there would be literary people to do the work, and the commanders of the battlefield wanted victory. Without victory, there would be no justice.

The red-haired Akson was not a pedantic general, he did not believe in the morals of war or the benevolence that the people of the East spoke of, in his eyes, killing one thousand enemies while harming eight hundred people was considered, even if he personally sent the eight hundred people into hell himself, it did not matter.

If it was according to the knowledge taught in the textbooks, Akson would have been able to fight steadily and use his heavy artillery to break open a bunch of hard walnuts. Originally, there was no need to go all out like this to cause the infantry to assault him.

In just a little bit more time, he would be able to obtain the final victory, and it would also be the one with the least casualties.

However, in Akson's heart, there was always a demon interfering with him, and there was also a type of worry that he was worried about.

"How long can Captain Venia hold out against the enemy? Just how much time could he give everyone? "Although all of this had been meticulously calculated, all accidents on the battlefield can happen …"

"Also, the situation in the Far East is worrying. Ever since the fleet reached the waters of the South Sea, the most recent information on the Far East was not very optimistic, because the Far East's brave soldiers are causing more trouble for the Russia's garrison, and right now, a small group of people do not even dare to leave the city. Sometimes, for the sake of one or two thousand kilograms of food, they would have to use a battalion of their own …"

"Assassination, assault, fire, traffic destruction... "In the end, a small stronghold was captured by the enemy and all the garrison troops were killed. This is bad news. The dragon in the Far East is not easy to deal with …"

Molière, who had been watching the battle all along, frowned as he looked at the Akson who was muttering to himself nonstop. He knew that this young general was under too much pressure right now, so he thought Akson was regretting his cruel order.

"Sir! There was no need to be like this. War did not stop at nothing, and the dead were very common people … End the battle as soon as possible, so that more soldiers do not die. This is the true benevolence of a commander! "

Akson smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I don't have that kind of pedantic mindset, I'm just asking for trouble. I'm clearly just the commander of this battle, but I always want to focus on my overall strategy for East Asia … It seems like this is a disease that needs to be treated! "

Puff … Molière was almost choked to death by that mouthful of coffee. He thought that Akson was a woman who had fallen ill due to a heart disease, but in the end, the other party did not care about this life, what he was worried about was the strategy of the entire East Asian Russia.

"Damn it, this is aristocratic disease!" This fellow must have learned according to the Marshal's standards since he was young, right? "

Molière was right, he was born and raised while shouting 'Golden Key'. When he was young, his other children would still pee on their pants and soil, he was already able to sit on the map of the entire Russia naked and arrange tin soldiers to play war games.

When the children of the poor families were dreaming about making more money in the future so that they could eat potato roast beef, Akson had already made the legendary Prussian Chief of Staff Mao Qi and his idols, wishing he could replace them.

This kind of educated aristocrat elite was really outstanding, but to say that they didn't have any taste for human beings was to say that they didn't have any taste for human beings.

Akson took the cup of bitter coffee Molière had delivered and gulped it down. Then, he let out a long sigh of relief, "Before dawn, we have to finish this battle, and clean up the battlefield for at least six hours. That means tomorrow at noon, the fleet must leave this damned island at 12 o'clock …"

"It's not time for a decisive battle with Xiao Letian! "First, let's join forces. First, let's get to know the other factions before considering anything else …"

Molière looked at his pocket watch and said, "There shouldn't be a problem, it's not even 12 o'clock yet. The enemy's fortress has already been destroyed by us, it's not a problem to end the battle before midnight!"

The distant cannon strikes stopped once more, the charging Wu La Roar shook the earth, the light and shadows were filled with countless of human figures jumping, the Russian soldier's morale did not seem to be affected by the commander's wanton killing, on the contrary, the young men were angered by the increasing casualty rate, they anxiously wanted to end the battle.

"He broke through!" Commander, look... "A corner of the enemy's base has already been broken through. It looks like our flags are flying …"

What Molière said was not wrong at all, the barrage of cannons that had covered both the enemy and me directly caused the Sword Draw Battalion to disappear without a trace. Due to the lack of an officer, the entire Sword Draw Battalion instantly reacted unjustly, the enemy's charge tore through the defensive line, and the brutal melee fight in the trenches started once again.

The earth was shaking, the sky was burning, and people were crazily shouting. When Bing Tai pushed the guard's corpse away and came out from the ten centimeters of soil, everything in front of him was hell.

His soldiers were completely disintegrated by the strong Russian. The double-headed eagle flag flying on the ground was so powerful that it looked like it was showing off its might.

No matter how unwilling Bing Tai was in his heart, he had to admit that he could no longer defend the trench.

"Hehehe …" Bing Tai laughed like an evil ghost. He wobbled as he ran, ignoring the bullets flying in front and behind him.

"You want my position? Are you all ready? "Hahaha …"

"Battalion Commander, be careful …" A soldier suddenly rushed out from the dark corner of the battlefield and dragged Bing Tai towards the unfallen trench. When they arrived at a safe spot, the soldiers discovered that there were four to five long wounds on Bing Tai Lang's back that were opened wide like a baby's mouth.

"A company of soldiers to escort the Battalion Commander away, the rest of the brothers can stay here …"

"No …" Bing Tai grabbed the guard's arm, "I won't leave, even if I have to leave, I will still need to shoot the last bullet … Let the Gatling's firepower seal the entrance of ammunition depot # 6, we still have our final trump card! "

Bing Tai brought a group of guards and passed through the pile of corpses. The distant Gatling s were covering their flank, and all the Russian Army s who were trying to kill them midway were torn into pieces.

ammunition depot # 6 was now half empty. In the deepest part of the ammunition box, there was a huge metal chest quietly sleeping in the corner. After opening the iron lock, there were four jars that emitted a terrifying killing intent, like little demons that were sleeping soundly.

"White phosphorous incendiary bomb!" Our baby! This is an evil weapon that the Prime Minister has strictly forbidden from using. It is because they are too dangerous, and because they are too cruel … "

"However, I like this cruel scene. Watching the enemy screaming in the phosphorescence is the most beautiful scene I would ever dream of!" Hehehe, I thought that I would have to wait until 2 in the morning to use these treasures … But I can't wait! "

"We can't wait any longer …"