Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

Until World War II, or even after World War II, whether or not a White Blade Combat was carried out was still an important measure of an army's strength.

On the Korean battlefield, the volunteer army had to rely on the white blade combat to fight to the last bit of morale. The cruel white blade combat was always the choice of the strong.

The sandbag pounced out of the tunnel, and the French veteran with the bayonet in his hands rushed over with a savage look on his face. Only now did they truly prove to the world just how powerful the inheritance of the War God was, as a disciple left behind by Napoleon.

The old veteran swung her bayonet and pierced through the heart of the Belgium soldier's rifle. The old soldier did not hesitate to pull out her bayonet and continued forward, like a snake spitting its tongue out, he cut the enemy's throat.

These people followed Napoleon III and fought from Crimea to Great Qing, and then from Italy to Mexico.

To them, fighting was as easy as eating. Even the Prussian soldier was no match for their bayonet and killing techniques, and at that moment, only Chinese soldiers were able to fight against these French soldiers.

However, Sima Yun and Luo Huo only had a total of two thousand people in their hands, the difference in numbers was just too big.

"Kill!" Kill these invaders! The families of Arthas and Lorraine were crying... "Revenge!"

"Forward for the Empire!" Without victory, we will have no future! "

"Old soldiers won't die!" The Empire is indestructible! "

"Brothers …" We no longer have a choice! If we can't force our opponent to negotiate, our empire will fall! "

"Without an empire, we have no food or drinks … "Those ambitious people will not care about us at all!"

"A lifetime of war... Are we going to be left with nothing to rely on? "

Amongst the crowd, these French officers were at the forefront. They used their actions and emotional slogans to motivate their subordinates to fight bravely.

The soldiers were unwilling to listen to those empty slogans, but this kind of explanation made them risk their lives!

That's right! Why was he fighting? Was it really for the emperor? No, most of the time, the basic reason why soldiers worked so hard was because they had no other choice!

Since they were both from professional soldier, they wouldn't do anything in their entire lives. They only knew how to kill!

Without the empire, they would not have a job anymore. Furthermore, even if Napoleon III had ten thousand kinds of bad things, it would not be bad for professional soldier in the slightest.

The Bonaparte Family only gave grace to the army and never oppressed them!

"It's time to repay this debt of gratitude! His Majesty has raised us for half a lifetime, so now is the time for us to repay him with our lives! "Kill …"

Crazy French Army veterans, many of them already had hair on their heads. It could be said that they were fighting with the last of their strength.

Belgian Army did not know how to deal with this group of Death Gods. Under the assault of the French army, layer after layer of the Belgium's soldiers fell into a pool of blood.

Under this kind of situation, the Belgian Army was already on the verge of collapse.

Only the Chinese special forces could deal with this kind of situation. The shotgun s of the large caliber became the weapon for a partial breakthrough, accompanied by heavy gunfire as they shot towards the French like black clouds.

"Cross Fire Cover... Hold the position... "Waiting for reinforcements from the artillery behind us …"

"Brothers!" We've already fought a series of victories in Europe, we can't just piss our pants in the final battle! "

"The Führer is watching us from behind! Fight to the death! Hold on to the end! "

Luo Huo and Sima Yun were directing the battle while anxiously looking at the situation of the reinforcements outside the city walls. At this moment, a battalion of artillery was pushing more than ten Krupp cannons forward to support them.

They had exerted all their strength, but the heavy artillery was still moving too slowly. There were at least another twenty minutes before they could support it.

Further away, there were two groups of Prussian army s running towards this direction. It seemed that the Prussian army Headquarters had also noticed the tension here and their reinforcements had arrived.

Time is the most precious thing! He had to persevere for at least 25 minutes to survive this crisis!

Luo Huo could no longer sit still. He threw his hat away, took out the identity command blade given to them by the Parliament of the nobility and shouted, "Press the entire army, hold on until reinforcements arrive. All the military officers came forward to stabilize the situation!

"From me onwards, everyone will fight to the death and not retreat …"

The Chinese had already put all their strength into this. Snipers and large caliber shotgun, together with all kinds of hand grenades, had blocked an attack that was three times stronger than their own.

It was also because of this decisive battle that the last bit of Belgian Army's morale did not crumble.

In the distance, Flosad revealed a cruel smile, "I have to admit, you Chinese people fought too hard! It's a pity that your numbers are too small, too small! "

"Did you remove the heavy machine gun from the Prism Castle? Push forward! "Press him close and hit him …"

Flosad was not so stupid as to only rely on his own life to fill the hole. Just now, he had already given the order to move the only Mi Trayodz heavy machine gun on the Prism Castle to the other side.

The six soldiers nervously dismantled their machine guns and began to transport them onto the long street. It took them a long time before they managed to place the machine guns within effective range.

On the sandbags piled up on the street, heavy machine guns were being loaded. 800 meters away was the battlefield of the White Blade Combat. This was the most powerful area of the machine gun.

"Hahaha …" Fill Ammunition... "Ready to shoot …"

At that moment, the Chinese army who was closest to the machine gun position was precisely Wang Chen and his company that had killed the bloody man. They stabbed a French soldier to death and wiped off the blood on his face.

"Holy sh * t!" Enemy Machine Gun Position... Brothers, come with me... "Come on, we must not let their machine guns fire!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! The brothers behind Wang Chen, with shotgun s in their hands, finally opened a gap in their fire. Dozens of brothers chased after Company Commander and charged forward.

However, it was already too late. No matter how fast a person's leg was, 800 meters wasn't something that could be covered in the blink of an eye!

Wang Chen and the others were so anxious that they were about to cry. Once the enemy's heavy firepower enters the battle, they would be doomed!

"Damn it!" "Even if I have to stop you with my chest, I will stop you!"

Stopping a machine gun in the chest? This was a successful case in a war, but the ones that were stopped were all light machine guns. How could a human's body block them when they were really at the level of heavy machine guns?

The Gatling, Maxine, and even Mithradates … This kind of weapon could easily tear a person's body apart, and it was even easier than tearing a piece of white paper.

However, for the brothers of the Chinese side, this was their only choice.

"Filling completed! "Ready to shoot …"

Before Wang Chen and the rest could even reach a hundred meters, the opposing French were already prepared to shoot. A massacre was about to start.