Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

The battle of Foshan Mountain Pulse erupted as Prince Karl commanded one hundred and twenty thousand soldiers to launch a full-force attack on the forty thousand France Army that were defending the mountain range.

This was a difficult battle, and it was also the largest one ever fought. The entire line of attack stretched from the south to the north for 15 kilometers!

The four major roads of Foshan Mountain Pulse had become a battlefield where both sides repeatedly fought over!

Fifteen kilometers! The people from the south to the north were all shouting, and there were soldiers everywhere. Legions were covering and attacking each other, engaging in a bitter battle on the ground.

Both sides had invested all they had, the French Army and the Prussian army even activated a hot air balloon to provide first-hand information to their troops in the sky.

Prussian army was at the time when his consecutive victories in battle was like a rainbow, in addition to the fact that his troops had the absolute advantage, this battle was incomparably crazy, the charging soldiers were like waves after waves of waves pouncing towards the French army!

This was the territory of the France, and behind him was Napoleon III. If he did not go all out at this time, there was no need to guess his fate!

The French resistance was extremely tenacious. These veterans' spear skills were accurate and ruthless, and their bayonet s were slightly higher than the Prussian army, not to mention that there were a large number of North African Foreign Legion s in the French army.

Usually, it was the Prussian army with more than three thousand people.

Some of the Prussian army who had three or four thousand people on their side were actually delayed by more than a thousand French soldiers for forty minutes!

Amidst the sounds of battle and slaughter, the French Foreign Legion made great contributions. They turned around and fought in the middle of the bitter battles, using their rifles, bayonets, and sharp kobold s to fight against the Prussian army!

"For His Majesty the Emperor! Fight! The victor will be able to live in the France forever! "

"God bless me, let me lie in my grave with the flag of victory!"

The crazy foreign military officers knew that only with merits could they permanently live in this fertile land like the France. They did not want to return to that barren land in North Africa.

In order to give their children a better life, these foreign black soldiers had really put in a lot of effort!

Over a thousand French Veterans s and five hundred foreign officers fought bitterly for fifty minutes, actually forcing three thousand Prussian army s to leave the battle grounds. When they saw the Prussian army officers blow the retreat horn, the remaining survivors stood on top of the sandbags with a face full of arrogance and contempt for the enemy. Then, they vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Pah …" "Bastard Germanic, you want to break through from our position? In your next life!"

However, the arrogant spittle was still flying in the wind when the Prussian artillery on the other side started firing again!

Boom! Boom! Boom! The cannonballs wreaked havoc on the positions, and many of the survivors from the hand-to-hand combat were turned into cannon fodder!

The future generations of military experts will analyze the laws of this world and feel extremely regretful towards the France. A major reason behind the failure of the French was that they had chosen the wrong technology tree!

He should have invested in artillery technology, but instead he chose the wrong heavy machine gun!

The whole battle, in all fairness, was absolutely beautiful in French soldiers. Be it in terms of tactics, coordination, individual combat ability, or even the tenacity and even morale, it was all very respectable.

But no matter how strong the body was, it could not withstand the merciless devastation caused by the cannon. Many of the warriors died not from physical attacks or from physical attacks, but from the ruthless bombardment of Krupp's cannons.

McMahon listened to the sounds of the cannons at the front lines and heard the news of the bitter battle one after another. His entire person was engulfed in a sea of negative emotions as he sat on the chair with his hands on the table.

"What does Karl want to do? Why did he attack at five o'clock? Doesn't he know that night battles are taboo for soldiers? "

"Where on earth did you get your confidence from, in my French territory, when we were fighting a night war? Are you relying on more cannons? "

"Those bastards of the ISI should be hanged! From the beginning of the war to now, they have not provided any accurate information, and even now I still do not know how many soldiers there are on the other side! "

"Do I have to guess to get this war? How am I supposed to fight? How am I supposed to fight like this!? "

With a bang, McMahon smashed his fist on the table, "How many heavy machine guns do we have? All of them onto the battlefield! Bring all the bullets and open fire for me! "

The last secret weapon that McMahon could rely on was the heavy machine gun that France had researched all these years, Mithradates!

The army was divided into one hundred and twenty troops, which was the last trump card in McMahon's hands!

In the entire Franco-Prussian War, the night when the Prussian army suffered the most casualties finally began!

After wave after wave of bombardment, the sky was completely covered by darkness. At nine o'clock, the Prussian's cannons opened fire again, preparing for the fourth charge.

In front of the artillery position, a legion of more than ten thousand soldiers were crouching on the ground. This was the vanguard unit who was about to charge towards Salburg.

In the darkness, people could even see the trajectory of the artillery shell as it flew across the sky. The opposing French Army's position was brightly lit!

In the blobs of light, Prussian army could even see figures dancing up and down in the light!

"Prussian warriors! The time has come to wash away the shame of Jehovah! Long live Prussia! Long live the King! "

"Soldiers!" In the past, Napoleon once trampled on Berlin, but now we are standing on France's land too! For the glory of the ancestral bloodline... Charge! "

Kill! The Prussian army's shouts were everywhere on the battlefield. The Junkies and the soldiers stood together, brandishing their military blades and shouting various motivational slogans. Together with the soldiers, they started to charge.

Just the first tier sent out 10,000 people, followed by the second and third tier. A total of 30,000 people flocked over, launching a deadly attack on the French positions!

The French positions opposite of them fell into a short period of silence. There seemed to be some chaos in the darkness, but Prussian army, who had high morale, did not realize the danger that had come!

Seven hundred meters, six hundred meters, five hundred meters, four hundred meters … The charging soldiers were about 200 meters away from the base when suddenly, more than 30 outlets of fire erupted from the French position!

It was the mouth of a fire! In the eyes of the Prussian army, only thirty fire dragons in the darkness had begun to spew flames!

Thirty heavy machine guns began tilting their ammunition. The Mithradates heavy machine guns, a short-lived weapon in the history of weapons, shot out his most brief yet glorious scene.

The twenty-five guns were tied together. The firing distance was as high as 1200 meters, the firing rate was 120 rounds per minute and 30 shots were fired at the same time. The bullets shot out towards Prussian army was 3,600 rounds per minute!

This is what you call a rain of bullets! Furthermore, it was a storm, a powerful storm!

Prussian army's charge formation looked like it had been whipped by the god of death. A huge chunk of flesh was cut off at the front and the momentum of his charge was instantly suppressed!

Tuk, tuk, tuk … Tuk, tuk, tuk … The metal storm began its massacre, causing the Prussian army to suffer heavy losses.