Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

The land between them was bleak, and the horizon was a black mass of French land. You could even see the hills and fields, and the lights of the familiar villages.

The houses that his ancestors had left behind were located on a small hill that was more than 100 meters away from the border. There was a wife and children there, and there should be a sumptuous dinner for him on the table.

What a familiar scene, but today there are countless discordant factors.

War horse! All that was visible to the eye were war horses. The light of the torches had converged into a river that stretched from the Belgium all the way to the border of France.

Cavalry! French cavalry was everywhere, the patterns on the metal breastplate were pulsing in the light of the flames, and the clashing sounds of the rifle and sabre were like a gale that blew across the wasteland.

Strangely, the army was abnormally quiet. All the soldiers were silent. Even the horses had their mouths stuffed with something that didn't even make a sound.

His home was surrounded, the courtyard was lit by torches, and his wife and children were surrounded by soldiers, as if they were being interrogated.

The grandson was crying in the arms of his daughter-in-law, while those French officers s were roaring for unknown reasons.

Suddenly, a French soldier raised his hand and slapped old Phyllis's son to the ground. Then, a group of soldiers swung their weapons towards the ground.

His wife and daughter-in-law rushed over and hugged their son as they pleaded for mercy. The grandson kneeled on the ground, crying bitterly.

Tears streamed down old Phyllis' face. He wanted to scream out loud, but immediately covered his mouth with his hand and dragged Thomas back while enduring his grief.

When they reached the hillside, old Phyllis laid on the ground and looked at these French soldiers who were like wolves and tigers with tears in his eyes!

Fortunately, it was late at night and the French army had ignited countless torches, causing old Phyllis, who was not far away, to disappear into the darkness. The old horse seemed to have realized the danger and stood quietly behind them without making a sound.

"This must be an ambush on the Führer's French army. There is no other possibility..." They are interrogating information, they want to know information about the Sony Town … "

"I remember there's still a checkpoint at the border. There's a squad of soldiers guarding there, why didn't they sound the alarm …"

The questions in their hearts were quickly answered, and a few Belgium soldiers who were covered in blood were pushed into the bright courtyard. One glance was enough to tell that they had been tortured, and they could not even stand up, lying on the ground while twitching and spitting blood.

A group of military officers in the French Army were pointing around the map. Old Felice knew that time was running out, so the enemies must be planning something.

Old Phyllis glanced at the family hugging each other and crying bitterly in the corner. She ruthlessly wiped away her tears, "No way, I have to report to the garrison and the head of the army …"

He crawled backwards until he was 20 to 30 meters away from the horse. Then, he hugged the horse and whispered, "Don't make a sound. Our lives depend on you …"

After saying that, old Fairies gently unloaded his goods and jumped onto the back of the old horse, heading towards the north. At the same time, French cavalry's commander, Alfred, finally gave the order to set off.

The cavalry army moved again, the Belgium defenders who were beaten half dead were killed by the bayonets one by one. Fortunately, they let go of the family and only tied up the farmer with ropes.

Just as vanguard camp's war horse crossed the slope, one of the riders tripped over the goods unloaded by old Felice. The soldier who was caught off guard tumbled to the ground, and his ribs almost cracked.

"Look …" There's something on the ground... It's cheese and ham... There was actually money! Sir, something's going on here! "

Alfred grabbed the money pouch and casually grabbed one of the Dragon-striated Silver Coin s. In this world, only the Chinese could make such a strange wyvern out of silver coins!

"Damn it!" There must be a spy, or enemy sentry... We've been exposed! The entire army will advance at full speed! "

At 9: 45 PM, Alfred, who had broken through the border by a kilometer, gave the order for a full-force assault, and the entire road rumbled with the sound of horse hooves.

The ten thousand cavalrymen charged towards the north under the light of the torch. A kilometer ahead of the army, old Felice was riding on her old horse, running towards the north with all her might.

He recalled the Belgian Army's camp that he had just passed. That peaceful scene was now so terrifying!

They had never thought that the French would attack from across the border, much less that they would attack cavalry unit so quickly. Therefore, the whole camp was in a lazy and lazy state.

When the sentry saw someone he knew, he didn't bother to check to prove it. It was only eight o'clock in the camp and many soldiers were already snoring like thunder. If such a troop were to be ambushed by the cavalry, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Thinking of the small town sini, the world was at peace. The band and musicians from Brussels had already made the Chinese army forget that they were in war.

It could be said that the entire sini area was completely unguarded, no one was even vigilant!

"French wants to invade Belgium? I definitely won't agree to that. The relatives over at the border have been complaining for a long time now. They are living under the rule of Napoleon III, day by day … "

"How can you be like our king? You know how to love your people and appreciate the suffering of your people!"

"Damned French, I will definitely not let your evil scheme succeed!"

Without comparison, there would be no harm. King of Belgium Li Aobodeershi was a very ambitious person in Xiao Letian's eyes. In the real history, Li Aobodeershi had dominated the entire Congo region ruthlessly!

His supposed humanitarian development plan for Africa, in the end, was just a cruel exploitation. In the end, even the Belgium could not stand it anymore and directly voted to take over control of the Congo.

However, such an ambitious person was extremely friendly to his own people!

His loved ones knew how to give in. In the era that the working class movement was rising, there was no pressure like the other countries. Instead, they gradually recognized the political status of the working class.

It was this kind of extremely gentle rule that made him extremely prestigious in the eyes of the people in Belgium.

Furthermore, with Napoleon III's comeback, this comparison strengthened the sense of national identity of the people of Belgium!

It was precisely this feeling of national identity that made old Felice risk his life to come back and report to him, regardless of his family's life or death!

"God bless! Please let me bring the news back! Even if I die, I must warn our troops before I die … Run, the Head of the Guards, pass Zemuwa River … "Hurry up and go!"