Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

What exactly did McMahon want to do? It was actually very simple, even though the counterattack from the Protrusive Division was very beautiful, but McMahon had already seen the final result.

Even if he was covered in iron, how many nails could he hit? How many positions would he be able to inspire in the entire Sedan Line, which spanned seventeen kilometers?

The only thing that encouraged the soldiers' morale was the French Emperor in the tower! It's Napoleon III! At this moment, he was the only one who appeared on the frontlines of the battlefield. He didn't need to say anything as long as he could hold up his uncle's banner!

As long as you, Napoleon III, have the courage to ride on horses and walk around the city while holding onto your uncle's banner, these hundred thousand soldiers will be completely motivated.

"Your Majesty! "As long as you can come out, as long as you can get to the front lines …" But McMahon had already known what kind of trash his emperor was, and he no longer had any hope!

As the pen moved across the letter, McMahon finally signed his name. "Child, this is a recommendation letter! "Take him. After graduation, regardless of whether you want to join any army or not, I believe this letter will help you in opening up the situation!"

"You are a brave warrior. In the future, you will have an even greater use of force. Your fate is not to die in battle here … Take the letter and retreat to the back! "

"Men, take this first lieutenant away! I don't want a child of eighteen here... "Send him off!"

A guard grabbed onto Xia Fei's hand and dragged it backwards. The young Xia Fei struggled to not leave, but how could he be a match for a 40-year-old veteran? He was directly dragged away by him.

"Child... "Listen to me!" The older soldier whispered in his ear, "Child..." We can't win this battle! I've been in the army for more than twenty years, and I know how to fight in a war! "

"Marshal wants to protect you!" You are an educated officer, your future is better than ours, and you will play a more important role in our country... "

"If we die in battle, we die in battle! You can't die!" Keep your useful body, and continue to serve the motherland! "Don't disappoint Marshal's painstaking efforts …"

Just as Xia Fei and the old veteran were getting stubborn, their counterattack had already caught the attention of the Prussian army's General Command.

Lao Maoqi put down the binoculars and asked with furrowed brows, "How did the 13th district become like this? Who is in charge of where the fighting is... We should be court-martialled this time! "

"Reporting, Chief of Staff, how is Block 13 mainly overseen by the Dan Ze Regiment …"

"Regiment of the Dan Ze Regiment?" They weren't that weak! Ask Master Felicity if he can still complete the mission? "What a disgrace …"

Just as Lao Maoqi was about to punish the Dan Ze Regiment, the Regiment Commander Felice's telegram had reached General Command!

"We were ambushed by the French army. The morale of the enemy was like a rainbow. Thousands of people charged towards my position while singing the song of the Marseille …"

"The first group and the Guild Leader of the Third Regiment … All of them have died! "

"What?" This time, even Bismark was stunned. Just in that short period of time, two captains were killed? How did you fight this battle! "

No one said that the Dan Ze Regiment didn't put in any more effort. Two Company Leaders actually died in just half an hour, which meant that the battle had already reached an extremely desperate state.

It was very likely that the entire Regiment had pressed down on them to engage them in close combat. This sort of fighting style could not be said to not work hard for their soldiers!

Lao Maoqi looked at the red and blue pencils in his hands, then smashed it onto the table and said, "The thirteenth district is next to the twelfth district which the Chinese are in charge of. If we are unable to push down the pressure here, the leader's flank will be threatened!"

"Pass my orders... Have the heavy artillery fire... An intense bombardment! "

The way Lao Maoqi solved the problem was simple and direct. He was very clear that in terms of individual soldier quality, he did not take advantage of them at all. The French Army were all veterans who had fought for more than 20 years.

At this time, they still had to rely on the power of industry, and the cannons were the most obvious military achievement of the Industrial Revolution!

Once again, the Krupp rear-mounted steel gun roared, and the Prussian army at the front line sought cover to avoid it. The cannonballs with triggering fuses rained down on the French army like hail.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The entire 13th street was blown up into a mess. The protruding part that was just about to burst out of the battlefield was immediately filled with steel.

Far away in the middle of the tower, Alfred's startled eyes twitched. From his vantage point, he could clearly see that the entire street was shrouded in fire and smoke. The violent explosion made his ears ring.

"Damnit …" "Everyone, put in more effort and bring out all the ammunition!" As he caressed the two Bronze-ranked Napoleon cannons on the tower, a flame of vengeance burned in Alfred's eyes.

However, he did not know that this bombardment had completely changed the battle situation!

Marshal McMahon had really stayed in the 13th district for too long. This strange counterattack had attracted the attention of the Prussian army, causing the artillery and more reserve troops to rush towards him.

McMahon was still in a daze pondering about Xiao Letian's paper, but a cannonball suddenly exploded on the street five meters away from him.

Boom … A huge shockwave swept across the area and the fragments of the cannonball were sent flying. A large part of the soldiers who were blocking in front of the marshal were quickly knocked out.

Ah … With a miserable scream, McMahon's chest was struck by a shell. The sharp shell directly pierced his ribs and pierced his right lung.

With a "pu" sound, a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out. The suffering Marshal immediately fainted. This time, the entire command center of the French Army was thrown into complete disarray.

"Marshal …" Marshal … Get a stretcher... Find a military doctor... "Carry the marshal and leave this place …"

"Oh god, are you really going to destroy my France? Do you really want to destroy my France? "

A group of soldiers carried a stretcher and brought the marshal flying towards the military hospital in Sedan City. Everywhere the soldiers went, there was a loud clamor.

The veteran controlled Xia Fei and hastily let go of his hand. "Child, you must obey my orders! France has plenty of chances to take revenge … "

"Marshal …" The excited veterans rushed towards the marshal.

At this time, Xia Fei was also confused, he was lying on his stomach, dodging the Prussian army's artillery barrage. A few soldiers of the Wassenaar Emissary were not too far away from him, dodging the cannonballs' attack.

"Lieutenant..." Lieutenant... The captain just got blown up... What do we do? We can't find our superior … "

"Dammit …" Move closer to me... The enemy's bombardment will not last... "Protect our cannons and prepare to fire …"

At this moment, Xia Fei suddenly raised his head and saw a huge airship approaching slowly from the sky two hundred meters in front of them.

"Soldiers, the Prussian artillery will definitely avoid the area the Chinese are attacking. They will not dare to directly bombard that area …"

"Move closer to the 12th, and set up our guns between the 12th and 13th! That place must be the safest place! "