Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

"Demon!" You are all devils! This is trying to kill us all! "

A Erfulade had gone completely crazy, the slaughter was one-sided in front of him, surrender had caused the people of Belgium to become a mess, but looking at Chinese soldier's crazed killing intent, it seemed like they did not want to let him off.

"Warriors of the Empire... Let's fight to the death here … We have nowhere to go... "The enemy won't let us go either …"

"Take out your final glory!" Now we fight only for glory... Counterattack! "

A Erfulade raised his horse blade and jumped into the water to swim towards the closest ones. Under his encouragement, countless of French soldiers rushed forward to support the buildings that were fighting, some of them even started to counterattack.

At this moment, Xiao Letian could not bear to watch anymore. The Chinese and Belgium's allied forces relied on their abundant ammunition to stand on the buildings and boats to shoot at the French army.

Soldiers struggling to swim forward in the flood were often killed before they could reach their positions.

There were many times when one or two French soldiers who had escaped the net would jump into buildings and launch deadly attacks towards Chinese soldier who was ten times stronger than them. In their eyes, there was no longer any hope of survival.

Alfred was struggling in the water when he broke a window with a kick and jumped into the water. He held his scepter in his left hand and his saber in his right hand as he rushed towards the third floor.

"To the very last soldier... We are not meant to be slaughtered sheep... "We'd rather die fighting in the middle of a charge than be shot in the back …"

"Kill!" Following Alfred were a group of other officers, who jumped to the second floor of the only hotel in town and headed up the stairs to the roof.

But he never thought that just as A Erfulade rushed out of the turn, he would see a spirit rope flying out like a snake and wrapped around his neck.

The rope buckle suddenly tightened, making A Erfulade unable to breathe!

"This guy is a high-ranking official. The leader wants us to capture a group of officials and high-ranking nobles …" "Capture him alive. This fellow has a title at his side!"

The Dragon Guards had been keeping a close eye on Alfred for a long time. As soon as he jumped into the water, more than a dozen Dragon Guards rushed towards him. Under the strict orders of these Dragon Guards, the Chinese snipers let go of this opportunity and opened their pockets wide for them to sneak in.

The Dragon Guards that Dragon Lord had personally carefully selected and trained were all elites who fought solo and ambushed in melee battles. It was a piece of cake for them to capture a few survivors from the chaotic army.

Rope harness, anesthetic darts, silk fishing nets... There were countless special concealed weapons that you could think of and never think of. The last big fish that followed Alfred were all caught in the net.

A Erfulade who was struggling wanted to resist, but in the end, a pitch black object flew out from the window and landed inside the house.

White smoke filled the room, making everyone feel dizzy. Their mouths and noses were filled with pungent smell, and they were coughing violently. Saliva and snot could not stop flowing out.

How could such a person still have the ability to fight? Countless people were kneeling on the ground, trying their best to retch!

Alfred lay on the ground, his face twisted as he looked out the window at the strange scene outside. It was like a nightmare in which his men had been attacked by the demons of hell.

The gunfire became distant, and death became a game in a trance... Familiar figures were shot one by one, and then fell into the water. In the distance, the tragic music of a Marseille could be heard.

"Forward... Children of the motherland... "Hurry up and get up …"

"Did you hear that …?" "Savage soldiers are howling in the motherland …"

"He rushed to your side … "Kill your children and your wife …"

"Rise..." Get up … "

Alfred was poisoned by the smoke and fainted. It was both his honor and misfortune, but he no longer had to witness the final tragic scene of his men.

Unfortunately, even if he was captured, he would inevitably die!

The capture of Alfred and a group of senior officers marked the end of the battle.

This bloody massacre completely annihilated the French cavalry army. The final tragic scene was recorded by the photographer who accompanied the army.

The last 40 odd French cavalry soldiers stood alone on the roof of the large winery, surrounded by the Empire's flag. They no longer had any extravagant hopes of surviving. Everyone had all fired their bullets and even hacked off their sabres.

Surrounded by the encirclement of the Belgian Army, the Chinese soldiers stood at the back, watching the scene in front of them from afar.

The Empire's flags were fluttering in the wind, the last imperial guards of the France, the armored cavalry, were not timid at all. They looked down on all the enemies in front of them and hummed a song from the Marseille that encouraged many generations of people.

"Watching a group of foreign invaders... "To claim supremacy in our land …"

"Look at our noble soldiers... "He was beaten by a mercenary …"

"Arm your people... "Organize the team well …"

"Rise!" Rise up! With the enemy's dirty blood... "To make a manure pit for a field."

"Fight to the death!" Long live the Empire! "

There were two common languages in the Belgium, one was Dutch and the other was French. Almost everyone in the southern part of the Belgium knew French.

This group of cavalrymen's Marseille song angered these Belgium people, "God punish you, you damned beasts! It is only within the territory of our Belgium that you are the aggressors! "

"Shoot!" "Beat them to death …"

Pah pah pah … The soldiers pulled the triggers, and the bullets shot towards the last of the French army. The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence, and the world went quiet.

French cavalry's corpse was piled beside the Empire's banner like a giant tomb, while the broken banner was still fluttering helplessly in the wind.

Xiao Letian rubbed his eyes and sighed, "They're all brave warriors! "Although they are from the enemy side, they still have the spirit of patriotism, and are worthy of our respect!"

"There is no justice or evil in war. The only thing that matters is that the nations and nations have thought of this better!"

"The world is bustling with activity, all for the sake of profit!"

"Send my orders, from this moment onwards, stop the battle and clean up the battlefield … "Any French soldiers who are injured will be treated immediately!"

"I won't kill you. Let's end today's slaughter here …" "We will only do the worst, and we will not pursue this matter any further!"

Following Xiao Letian's order, the battlefield immediately became restless. The soldiers passed down the order to every unit, and the arrogant soldiers were immediately controlled by the Chinese soldier.

"Alright, alright! Brothers, let's go and rest... The battle is over... Collect all the Arms and ammunition! "

"Why are you looking at me? What are you looking at? Is this gun yours? "

The group of Chinese soldier did not care about the protest of the Belgium people and forcefully took back their weapons.