Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

The rider holding the white flag rushed through the long and heavy battle lines of the Prussian army like the wind. No one dared to stop him along the way, as he had brought the handwritten surrender letter from the French Emperor to deliver to the General Command.

September 1, 1870, an entire day's worth of bloody battles. Just as the sun was about to set, the commander of the hundred thousand French troops, Napoleon III, announced his surrender.

Standing on top of the gigantic Qi Bolin airship, Xiao Letian sighed as he watched both sides begin to disengage from each other, and heard the concentrated sounds of the Assembly horn blowing.

"Just don't listen to me …" In forty years, the France will definitely take revenge, and at that time, they will rely on their own national power to drag your Germany to death! "

"Ai …" These army officers and regiment did not die enough, after the armistice, the France could at least return to the position of a second-rate military power. If they were to fight for another night, they would have fallen to the position of a third-rate military power … "

Xiao Letian's worry was something that no one in this era could understand. Xiao Letian knew that in more than forty years, a gunshot from Sarajevo would directly set the First World War on fire.

Xiao Letian was even more clear that this world war was not something any transcender could stop. This was because after capitalism had all ascended to become imperialism, war was something that no one could avoid.

The human race's struggle for resources and markets was only then turning into hot air. The root cause of the war waged by the capitalist powers was that they had no choice but to go to war. If they didn't go to war, it would be a chronic cancer, and fighting might even be a surgical operation.

By that time, the countries that entered the Second Industrial Revolution would have already completed a deep stage of industrialization, and the destructive force of the war would have multiplied. The scale of the war would not be just tens of thousands of people, but tens of millions of people would be killed together.

"Bismark! Do you know, among the French army that are participating in this show today, there will definitely be countless generals and high-ranking military officers!? "

"The seeds of hatred are rooted in their hearts. Forty years of being watered by the Water of Hatred will definitely make the poisonous flowers of war shine brighter and brighter!"

"These are all future military officials! In fact, all the commanders of the First World War were here … Why didn't you listen to him! Forget it, forget it … Maybe this is your Germany's future destiny! "

"That national destiny, even your Prime Minister Iron-Blood cannot stop it!"

, who was slightly disappointed, waved his hand at Qi Bolin, "As you wish, the war is finally over … Looks like Bismark is more calm and rational than I thought … "

"I'm so tired …" Give me some wine... Get me something to eat... Pass down the order, let our troops rest in place and do not retreat towards the back. We must keep our eyes locked on Napoleon III who is in the middle of the fort all night long … "

"That's not good, right?" intelligence officer Pierre, who was observing the battle from the dirigible, walked to Xiao Letian's side and said in a low voice, "The surrender ceremony has not been completed yet, the weapons of the French army have not been taken away, and they haven't been locked in the POW camp either …"

"Look at the Prussian Legion, they all retreated for a distance before resting again … "They are trying to prevent the French from breaking their word!"

"Haha …" There was no need to say anything else … Do the French dare to attack in the night? Listen to me, Napoleon had been scared witless since long ago, and the closer we get to him, the more he won't dare to go back on his words! "

"We are like a sharp knife that has been pressed against Napoleon San's throat the entire night, causing him to be unable to sleep at all!"

"Cheap Shot?" "I don't believe it …"

The alliance army of the Belgium commanded by Xiao Letian had its own independence in the battle. As long as their main strategy was not to drag Lao Maoqi down, the German would not hold them back.

This created an interesting scene. The Prussian army began to retreat to the inner side of the outer city walls of Sedan City and relied on the walls to build a blockade, of course it was very simple.

These Prussian army s started to light up a bonfire and set up a army pot. The half-finished food that was delivered over from behind was enough for these soldiers who had been bathing in blood for a whole day to eat their fill just by boiling some hot soup.

The wounded soldiers were sent to the wounded barracks in a steady stream. North of Sedan, Belgium and Luxembourg provided nearly all the doctors in the country. They were building a large field hospital, where the wounded soldiers could receive the best treatment.

To celebrate the victory, Prussia's logistics department had done its best: sausage, white bread, ham, beer, mashed potatoes. The fragrance of the sumptuous dinner filled his nose.

The remaining French troops around Sedan Castle were not so lucky. They gnawed on their black bread and drank cold water, lying on the cold ground as they fought their way through the night.

However, the most infuriating thing was still Xiao Letian. They did not retreat to the side of the city walls, but instead stayed in their original positions to rest.

The distance from here to the central fortress was only about five to six hundred metres, and the Chinese position was right in front of French Emperor's throat, causing him to be in a panic for the entire night.

Xiao Letian's army naturally had privileges, this war had established his reputation as Asia's number one War God. From now on, the entire Europe would look down on the entire Asia, but no one dared to look down on the Chinese.

In order to build a closer relationship with the Eastern Führer so that they could have a better market share in Asia in the future, before the Prussian logistics were sent up, dinner was already prepared for the Belgium.

There was an open supply of beer and wine. Li Aobodeershi had organized six horse carriages specifically for Latin America wine.

Everything else was well-prepared: cheese, herring, veal, pig's hands... They even sent the officers caviar and foie gras!

When the Prussian army's logistics carriage arrived for dinner, they discovered that the entire Chinese territory was filled with the aroma of food. They did not even dare think about it.

"These Belgium people really know how to please the Head of the Guards … It smells so good, this is the taste of fried steak... "It's filled with basil leaves and large amounts of black pepper …"

Just as these logistics officers were about to return from the carriages, more than a dozen war horses rushed out from the Chinese territory.

"Gentlemen, do you know where the position of the First Battalion of the Third Guard Regiment is?" The leading Chinese military officer asked with a smile.

A few of the Prussian soldiers s immediately saluted in respect. "Sir …" "It seems like the eastern city wall isn't too far away …"

"Okay, thank you …" "Let's go!" More than ten war horses charged over.

At this time, the banquet near the city wall had already come to its end. The amount of beer given to the soldiers was limited, and no one had more than three cups. This amount of beer was simply a beverage to the Prussian.

Drinking their fill of wine, they finished their dinner. Many of the soldiers carried bloody rifles, put on a blanket, and fell asleep leaning against the wall.

From early morning to late night, the fatigue of the soldiers could be imagined. Many soldiers could not even be described as unconscious, it was more akin to fainting to death!

With his head leaning against the brick wall, the whole world no longer mattered to him. His brain immediately sank into a deep sleep!

Just as the snoring troops were about to enter, a few Chinese officer s cautiously walked between the legs of the soldiers and called out in a low voice, "Third squadron …" First Battalion... "Where is …?"

"Where is the third squadron?" Where is the first battalion? "