Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

The war scenes that he had experienced flashed before the marshal's eyes. In his entire life, when had he ever been afraid of anything? When had he ever fought in such a useless war?

And the Primordial Art was destined to become the darkest moment of McMahon's life!

The veterans who had fought with him were his brothers and nephews. When he was a teacher, these soldiers were all young men in their twenties.

More than twenty years had passed, and the young men who had accompanied him in Crimea with bayonets had lost their mane of hair and youth.

Forty years in life, who has forty years?

At that moment Mark Mahon felt a terrible sense of defeat. He began to deny himself, to deny everything he had done.

Was what I did really just? What sort of future did I want to bring to the world, to this country, to these soldiers?

They are all in their forties, and are just ordinary soldiers. Being able to work in the Queue length is already pretty good already, but I, on the other hand, advanced all the way to the empire's marshals and dukes!

Was it really fair to them? Today, they were bound to lose this war. Were they going to send them to their deaths in exchange for a meaningless sacrifice just to hasten the peace between the two of them?

Is my strategy wrong or not? What was peace through war? They were simply stalling for time with the lives of these veterans, using the cruelest of massacres to exchange for the Emperor's last breath!

No, no, no... I can't think like this, what I have to do now is for the France, and I have to protect my own homeland!

The veterans looked at the field marshal's ashen-faced silence, then suddenly an old soldier asked, "Marshal! What's the point of fighting like this? "What is it for?"

"You said you wanted to make peace through war? I am forty-five years old, I have been at war for half my life, where is peace? I just want to know if I will ever have the chance to die in my bed at home! "

This question was shared by all the veterans, and all the soldiers present turned to look at McMahon.

The marshal knew that if he did not give his brothers a reasonable explanation today, then the morale of the troops would not be maintained. It would be impossible for them to hold on until nightfall.

McMahon didn't use the tone of a marshal to boast, but sat down next to the soldier. In the distance were the sounds of the Prussian cannon and the soldiers shouting their battle cries.

"Who can die in a bed? "I can't answer that question because even I can't guarantee that I will die on the bed …"

"I can only regretfully inform everyone that the vast majority of us will not die on the bed, but on the battlefield!"

Hearing the marshal's words, the military officers behind him wanted to stop him in shock, but no one dared to speak out. They thought to themselves, 'Why is it that the marshal is giving us disheartenments now? 'Could it be that if the morale isn't uplifted, there will still be a loss? '

McMahon did not have the time to care about the expressions of his subordinates, he glanced at the soldiers in front of him and calmly said, "I do not know what your future is, I am not a prophet, but I can at least tell you today … Who are we fighting for! "

"Is it for this empire? Is it for our emperor? We used to be, but now we're not. We're fighting for our motherland! "

"What is the motherland? The motherland is the place where we still love no matter how the emperors and kings perform in turns! "

"What is a France? The France is a type of spirit, a light bulb for the entire European world! "

"Think about how our ancestors lived before the Revolution. The Church, the feudal aristocracy, the King … They tried their best to squeeze out our ancestors, and they squeezed out every single grain of our food, making us live in extreme poverty forever! "

"Once we encounter a calamity, the whole village will starve to death. When the plague comes, the whole town will be burned down by the king's army, and no woman or child will be able to escape!"

"We have nothing, we can't even protect our wives and children... It's hard for you to imagine! "Actually, a hundred years ago, in many of the villages in France, the feudal lords still had the power of the first night!"

"Your lover must first be gifted to the Lord to sleep! "To be insulted, you have to be grateful, because at least the Lord only slept with her and not killed her!"

"What kind of world is that? Have you forgotten what kind of environment your ancestors lived in? "

"I can tell you, although I am the empire's marshal, I am still the Duke of Magenta! However, I can tell you this, my ancestors were not that noble! "

"Yes, my family is indeed of noble blood, and of British aristocracy blood, but we are Irish descendants of the Zhan Musi Party!"

The moment the words left his mouth, all the soldiers started whispering to each other. They never expected the Marshal Family to have such a history.

Zhan Musi's faction was very unfamiliar with modern man like Xiao Letian, but at that time, anyone with a little knowledge in continental Europe knew what they represented.

Because the Zhan Musi Party originated from the British Glorious Revolution!

At that time, the British bourgeois parliament launched a glorious revolution to overthrow Zhan Musi II, while II's daughter Ma Li II and her husband, William of Holland came to power!

It was only after the comradeship revolution that Britain began to embark on the path of constitutional monarchy. This was definitely a big event for the Europeans!

After Zhan Musi the Second was chased away, there were many supporters in Britain who followed him to France and other European countries. This part was called Zhan Musi Party!

The final result of these people were obviously miserable. Zhan Musi II did not recover in the end, and these descendants of the Zhan Musi Party who were exiled overseas gradually fell into poverty.

McMahon's family was like this. In his grandfather's generation, his family's title was no longer recognized by the British. Furthermore, France had no interest in admitting that their family had become ordinary citizens.

Fortunately, they were aristocratic families and had not fallen into the civilian class. They did not have any political rights or money, but they had a home tutor!

This is very important! Since the family was a cultured intellectual, they could also carry out a high-quality education within the family, so McMahon's grandfather eventually became a doctor.

McMahon himself also received a good education since young, which was why he had the chance to enter a military academy to study!

McMahon laughed bitterly, "Do you know now? In fact, I am not born a noble, I am just like many people from France, I came from the commoner class! "

"My title of Duke was earned from killing my way through the battlefield!"

"Now I want to tell you all, what I'm protecting is not my right to have the title of Duke. What I'm protecting with my life is actually the rule that this commoner can become a Duke!"

"If we can protect this rule, then our future generations will have hope!"