Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

Intelligence had always been Wang Huaiyuan's pride. When he mentioned the deciphered code for the Russia telegraph, the leader of the Eastern Legend intelligence nodded his head in gratification: "That's right, under our intelligence network, the Russian's information flow is transparent. Since the Prime Minister has made a judgement based on this detailed information, then he must be right …"

Cough cough cough … This was the first time Sakamoto Ryoma had seen him blow his own trumpet, and at that time, he had choked on his tea in his throat and coughed for a long time, "Looks like you guys are really not worried about this war! You still have the time to boast? "

"Is this the stage? The marshal's heart was still not at ease! In fact, the more crazy the enemies were, the more they didn't care about their own lives, which meant that they had no way to turn the situation around! Now the big show is no longer on the battlefield, but outside of it! "

Hearing Wang Huaiyuan's words, Xiao Letian nodded his head: That's right, Luo Huo is reliable, he will personally take down the enemies and will not make it out of the formation, but now the main battlefield has been shifted to other places, such as the south ticket crisis, or the attitude of the English and French after the war …

"Wait …" I suddenly remembered that there was someone here, where's our old friend Molière? It can't be that he really sank into the ocean with the St. Peter, right? " Xiao Letian suddenly asked.

Wang Huaiyuan frowned and said: "I'm not sure, time is too tight, and the battlefield is too chaotic, we have no way to confirm it." However, I have always had a feeling that this scourge will not die that easily! "

"Why? "Because the dignity of such a person has long been thrown into the sea. He has failed time and time again. He has been questioned and scolded countless times in France. If he really has the dignity, he should shoot himself with bullets!"

"But he didn't. He's still alive. Half of his face is even burnt to a ghastly state. He's not dead yet … Yet, he is still trying his best to oppose us. This kind of person is already completely abnormal, and he is living for the hatred of us. Nothing else is important! "

"Revenge is number one. For revenge, he can definitely live. Even if he eats sh * t, he will still live on shamefully … He's fantasizing about us being destroyed! "

Xiao Letian nodded her head, "Your analysis is correct, we cannot let this kind of disaster continue any longer. Find him, kill him!"

Is Molière still alive? The answer was yes, at the edge of the battlefield, at the border between the defense zone of the White Tiger Regiment and the Vermillion Bird Regiment, Molière, who was in the midst of a large bush, was pressing down on a soldier. His left hand was tightly holding onto the soldier's mouth, and the sharp dagger in his right hand had already pierced into the soldier's ribs, breaking his heart.

The corpse became colder and colder. The three subordinates looked on numbly, but no one spoke or moved. The one who was pierced to death by Molière was not his enemy, but the French intelligence officer who was with him.

After the St. Peter escaped from the palace, Molière had a total of 12 intelligence officer s by his side, all of them being French elites who had followed him for many years.

However, in the face of a war, individual capabilities weren't enough to fend off a rain of bullets. The small boat struggled to move forward on the sea, and the sky was filled with flying shells and bullets.

There were even quite a few times when the shockwave from the explosion of the mine had reached Molière's boat. Of his men who died, some drowned in the water, some were hit by shrapnel and some were killed by the stray bullets. By the time they escaped to the beach, only five of his twelve men remained.

When they entered the deep mountains and attempted to gather with the large group at the top of the mountain, they met the lone Chinese soldier twice in a row. In the dark night, no one knew how many people the other side had, but after a series of crackling sounds, Molière's subordinates became the last three people there.

Just now, Molière had killed a subordinate who had a bullet in his chest. After seeing the wound, he knew that even God would not be able to save his injury.

"My friend, you go and report to God first! I still need to struggle in this cruel world for a while longer, but sooner or later, I will come and find you! "

"Close your eyes!" You are happy to end this nightmare early, but we still have to struggle! Don't hate me, don't hate me! "

The blood started to seep through the gaps between Molière's hands, the sticky and pungent smell of blood was everywhere, and that subordinate's eyes had finally disappeared. God knows whether he had forgiven Molière or not, but Molière felt that he had already forgiven him.

Abandoning his men who died with grievances, the four of them were silent for a few minutes, then one of them spoke up, "What do we do now? The Chinese are surrounding the top of the mountain tightly, we can't even meet up with Akson … But so what if they reunited? Isn't it still struggling in the encirclement of the enemy? "

Molière shook his head: "No, we must think of a way to meet up with them, the more dangerous it is, the more we must find our way to the crowd, individual strength is weak, we can still hide in the dark, tomorrow when the sun comes out, the Chinese people will definitely search the mountains!"

"This is Xiao Letian's home ground, as long as he can control the rhythm of the battle, he can play however he wants. After tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of preparatory soldiers or even ordinary people come onto this island to assist the army, we have nowhere to hide even if we want to!"

"Ai …" "We can only meet up with the army and hold on as long as we can …"

The three underlings did not have any good ideas so they could only nod their heads and accept Molière's idea. However, the most important thing in front of them right now was to find a way to break through the enemy's defense line.

"The Chinese position is right in front of us, how do we get there? How can the four of us sneak in? Tangwan Mountain had already been surrounded into a metal barrel. Eh? Wait! "Look …"

The four of them looked towards the top of the mountain in surprise, only then did they realize that there were suddenly sounds of slaughter and gunfire from high up Tangwan Mountain, and countless figures of Russian soldier were jumping from within the torches, rushing towards the new army's position like a surging tide.

"My God! Akson and the others were organizing the night battles? It seems that God still loves us. Our chance has come... Sneaking forward, I'll choose to penetrate through! "

The Russian soldier's counterattack had indeed brought hope to Molière and the others. They were in the place where the two Regiments met up, and their guards were in a mess. They could not see much in normal times, but once they fought, it was easy for mistakes to occur.

As long as he could hide quietly, there would definitely be a chance! But he absolutely did not expect that the one Molière was waiting for was actually a big gift pack that would cause him to be stupefied.

Wave after wave of Russian Army's death squads rushed down the mountain. Although the Marine Corps forces did not collapse yet, they were still in danger.

Molière the Dead crawled between the rocks and trees, getting closer and closer to the main battlefield. Just as they were about to break through, a strange light suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Shh …" What was that? Where in the middle of a war! "