Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

The war had finally lost all of its chivalry, as well as the chivalry of ancient times!

The war was not about determining victory or defeat. It was about life and death, the life and death of the people!

The fighting spirit was gone, all that was left was the struggle for benefits between the different races. The national destiny of the victors was rising, and the losers were stuck in a quagmire, unable to turn back after a hundred years!

The professional soldier system was obviously lagging behind. The future world of Prussia, this kind of universal compulsory army system would flourish, and once war broke out, most likely the last drop of blood would be squeezed out of the entire nation!

At this point, Prussia's powerful industrial system had completely erupted. In this war, Prussia had actually mobilized more military trains than the entire France.

Prussia has more Steel plant, military factories, machinery processing plants, explosives production plants than France. More railway miles, more locomotives and cars.

More importantly, they had the ability to mobilize their forces and the desire to achieve victory in the hearts of the entire nation!

They were not the kind of patriotism who put patriotism in their mouths like the people of France. The patriotism of Prussian was even more reflected in their work.

There were very few Prussian who would take to the streets to demonstrate their might. In their eyes, any demonstration where the news of victory had yet to reach them was inappropriate.

[Patriotism means to work hard. Patriotism means to donate your Real Gold and Silver!]

It was precisely this kind of silent power that was more terrifying. It was precisely this kind of national war, where the entire nation's energy was squeezed dry by all their potential, which was why they were able to defeat the world's second strongest military power, the France!

The battle of the Foshan Mountain Pulse had completely proven the validity of the Prussian's military strategy. The war had been fierce, but their army had been endless, and there was no sign of them running out of troops.

When the outline of the Foshan Mountain Pulse was illuminated by the morning light from the east, Prince Karl led his one hundred and sixty thousand strong army and charged forward crazily once again!

"McMahon! Tell me, do you have any more reserve teams? "Tell me how long you can last?"

"Twelve hours have already passed. Tell me, will you be able to continue fighting? How much courage do you still have in your chest to dare to fight! "

"For this war, my Prussian has prepared an army of 1.2 million. This time, we are going all out against you! "

"I won't rest until I die!" I, Prussia, and your France... "We won't rest until we die!"

The howls of the Prince were replaced by the shouts of the 160,000 strong army charging forward. The battling troops advanced layer by layer, and the French battle formation was now filled with a black mass of heads.

In the middle of the night battles, the French soldiers still could not feel the pressure of a very large army.

Prussian has an endless amount of manpower. Each time you charge, you can feel that the enemy soldiers are very strong, and experienced veterans and military officers can even distinguish the different flags.

They knew that every time they charged at the Prussian, they would only use their own force!

As for himself? They were all half-dead soldiers who had been exhausted from the bloody battle!

The screams could be heard clearly from far away. What was even more terrifying was that the supplies and materials of the French Army were almost exhausted. With the current scale of the battle, if they were to fight for another five to six hours, the French Army would not be able to supply any more bullets!

"My God! Have you abandoned the France? "Why is that, why is that!?" The dejected recruit covered his head with his hands as he knelt in the shell pit and wailed.

"It's been twelve hours, we've already done our best, we really can't fight anymore …" At this moment, even the veterans could not hold on any longer. Some of them were even so tired that they vomited large mouthfuls of blood.

"Enemy... Every time the enemy attacks, they would use us as sharpening stones! " The kobold s in the hands of the soldiers of Foreign Legion were all broken, and a baby-like wound on their ribs was bleeding profusely.

"What about heavy machine guns? What about the artillery? Why is there no more heavy firepower? How could he fight this battle? How can we continue to fight like this! " The furious officer held up the broken military flag, and looked at the half crippled company that was about to seek McMahon to negotiate in grief and indignation.

But what could McMahon do? The heavy machine gun had long been destroyed by the Prussian army's artillery in the chaos of the night. The limited number of cannons had all been used up, what could he do?

Standing on top of the towering wooden watchtower, McMahon's hands trembled like sieve chaff. The Prussian Legion who blotted out the sky and covered the earth completely shocked him.

"Pass my orders …" McMahon's voice was choked with emotions as she could not continue.

"Pass my orders... "Retreat, we can't continue to exhaust ourselves like this, retreat …"

After saying that, the old general covered his face and cried.

The 12 hours of battle with the Foshan Mountain Pulse was finally over when the French collapsed. McMahon's 40,000 strong army had lost more than 15,000 people in the end.

This retreat was the biggest stain on McMahon's words, because he had lost all of his supplies and even all of his wounded soldiers!

After Prussian rushed to the highest point of the mountain range, he found a large field hospital tent behind the French army.

The strong smell of the disinfectant and blood mixed together made it hard for people to breathe. The vanguard Prussian army were at a loss as they held onto their rifles.

The military doctors and nurses stood outside the field hospital holding hands, using their own body as a human wall!

"We are members of the Red Cross, we are all members of the Church, for God's sake, you can't hurt these wounded soldiers!"

"They no longer have the ability to fight. They no longer have weapons! For God's sake let them go! "

Prussian soldiers were very disciplined. They would not lower their guns on the wounded soldiers until they had been ordered to do so by their superiors.

Just at this moment, Prince Karl's horse rode on the bloodstained mountain road and appeared at the front line!