Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

No matter how detailed and detailed his memory was, it was impossible for him to catch all the details in history in one go. There were many times when he could only faintly sense that something existed, but he could not remember it all the time.

In the Franco-Prussian War, Prussia fought very smoothly. It looked like France did not have the ability to retaliate, but Xiao Letian knew that it was not the case.

It was said that there was another base that managed to eliminate the charge of two thousand Prussian army s in just one morning, so how did they do it?

It was only until the heavy machine gun at the foot of Salbrucon that Xiao Letian realised that he had forgotten about the heavy machine gun at the wrong location in France.

Mithradates Heavy Machine Gun, the most short-lived song in the history of world machine gun development. This was a national weapon used by France to fight back with needle-like rifles, but unfortunately, it was completely crushed by the Krupp's steel gun in the Franco-Prussian War.

It had to be said that this heavy machine gun had a pretty good performance. Regardless of its range or firing speed, it could easily crush the infantry's charge. However, France also had two fatal flaws.

One of them was that France lacked high quality cannons to coordinate with the heavy machine guns. Although the machine guns could easily fire at the infantry's charge, as long as the position was exposed, they would be accurately attacked by the enemy's field gun.

The second reason was because of the overly complicated control, which made those small number of Machine gunner his darling!

He did not know what the French Emperor was thinking either. He had hidden this weapon too well, and in order to keep it a secret, he had even sealed off the information of the frontline combat troops.

Almost no one in the army had used this weapon until before the war started. Only then was French Emperor assigned to the frontline army along with the machine guns and the specially trained batch of Machine gunner s.

This was his biggest weakness, Xiao Letian realized this with his keen eyes. After he received the information on the appearance of the Heavy Machine Gun's divine tool, he quickly made a decision and sent thirty of his best snipers to infiltrate Salbrucon City with the help of Prussian army's three regiments.

When the sky gradually darkened and night fell, the snipers started to counterattack, shooting all of the French Machine gunner in front of them to their deaths.

"Dammit, it's the Chinese Sharpshooter again! Heavy Machine Gun Push Back... "Find cover!"

"Turn the muzzle of the gun, shoot into the city walls, press down those Sharpshooters …"

Amid the chaos, the position of the machine gun suddenly became chaotic. Some of them were pushing the machine gun to the rear to find cover while others were trying to turn their guns to shoot at the wall to suppress it.

However, no matter how fierce the machine gun's firepower was, it would be very difficult to suppress those ghost-like snipers.

They were in no hurry, they were calm as water, and the war before them was as clear as a surgeon's chart.

He was not greedy for merit and did not dare to advance recklessly. However, he would not let go of any opportunity to shoot!

The Prussian army who were shooting downwards at the top of the city walls were stunned. They saw the Chinese people running around like madmen on the city walls, running at a fast pace, and crawling on the ground at the same time.

They kept changing their shooting positions and kept on killing the enemy forces below the city. They were shooting without missing a single shot!

"Get my Machine gunner to withdraw! Damn it, put out the torches around them! Is this not a live target? "

Flosad's heart was bleeding. Of course he knew how precious these weapons and Machine gunner were, if they were to continue delaying like this, these soldiers would all die in battle.

With the loss of support from heavy fire, the French army suffered unprecedented casualties. The number of Prussian army on the city walls increased, and the shooting from above caused the French army to suffer heavy casualties.

The fiercest ones were the Sharpshooters in the darkness, each of them specially looking for targets to fire at. Countless Queue length were killed, causing the command system of the French army to become chaotic.

Time slowly passed. Flosad looked at his pocket watch. It was already 8 PM.

Captain Alfred, who was standing nearby, could not stand it any longer. "Sir, let our brothers rest!" If this continues, the Second Army will be crippled! "

"Anyway, we have isolated this city. The land outside the city is under our control, and the pontoon bridges are also safe. Actually, we have already completed our mission!"

"Why must one have to contend with this city? Your task is to build a bridgehead to attack Prussia! Now that we have crossed the Sal River and helped His Majesty secure his position, and the mission is complete, why should we need to sacrifice so many more people? "

"Let the artillery go! Now, only the War God can take over this castle! "Don't let our boy die for nothing …"

Flosad painfully closed his eyes, "Alright! Let our artillery fire! "Have the soldiers come down here to heal their wounds..."

Boom! Boom! Boom! The cannons of the French Army were enraged. It was as if they wanted to vent all the negative emotions they had today. These artillery soldiers did not care about the consumption of ammunition. They actually fired more than 1500 cannons in one night.

If you looked at this number during World War I and World War II, it would have been nothing, but in 1870, it would have been a stunning strategic bombardment.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that after tonight, this small city of Salbrucon would no longer have a single house with a complete roof.

Beside the raging bonfire, there were French soldiers screaming in pain. Doctors were the busiest after the bloody war ended, and they used up all of their anesthetic drugs in just an hour.

"My Leg... "My leg …" The French soldier whose legs had been blown off screamed miserably as he pointed at the bone fragments exposed in the air. His deathly pale face reflected the light of the fire.

"God bless me... I don't want to die... "I don't want to die …" Four strong soldiers were pressing his hands and feet, and the doctors and nurses were sewing the intestines directly into his abdomen.

"Where's the doctor? Where's the doctor? "Save our class monitor, for God's sake, save him …"

"Go to the side and line up! Forget about class rep, even if the military rep comes, they still have to line up! " The usually charming and charming nurse had a temper like a barrel of explosives today.

Miserable scenes were happening one after another in the Second Army's camp. The corpses that were waiting to be buried by the bank of the Sal River were no longer placed aside. Countless soldiers were digging holes and burying their comrades in the darkness.

As Flosad walked amongst the soldiers, his face was pale white. He suddenly realized that he had made a huge mistake!

"I really shouldn't have let them retreat. I should have continued this field fight … It's all in one go! "

"In war, soldiers rely on a wave of blood energy, so they are not afraid of death …" "But now that we haven't won the battle yet and have to retreat, how can I maintain our morale?"

"How are we going to fight tomorrow?"