Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

The train that was like a tank was opened, revealing countless soldiers with squinty eyes who avoided the sunlight. The civilian workers who were transporting supplies outside and the new recruits from the other provinces all exclaimed in surprise when they saw this group of soldiers!

"So many!" They're all black! "

Yes, the three thousand soldiers on the train were all black, but their skin was shiny black. They wore the uniform of the French Army, including rifles, belts, and backpacks, just like the rest of the troops.

Only the kobold at their waists were unique. Looking at the cotton cloth wrapped around the hilt of their sabers, it was pitch black in color and their blood was dried. These were all sharp blades that had drank a mouthful of fresh blood!

A few tall white French officers jumped out of the carriage. "Gather!"

"Algerian Desert Assault Group... "Gather!"

"Children of God, this is the Orleans, this is our battlefield! Defeat the enemy, and let me take you to Paris! "

The North African soldiers of the two regiments jumped down from the carriages. Although they had travelled for a long distance, the soldiers were not the least bit tired. Their strong leopard bodies seemed to have endless energy!

Hearing the orders of the French officers, the other French people suddenly realized what had happened: "Colonial Legion! Oh God... Our colonial army is back? "

"Reinforcements are coming from overseas... "Long live!" The crowd immediately went crazy. At this moment, even the arrogant racist who looked down on the blacks had put down his arrogance.

These workers and recruits, take out their cigarettes, sausages and ham from the supply truck and deliver them to these black soldiers!

"Well done! You're from North Africa? Where did you come from? Teach those barbarians in the north a lesson! "

Some of the African men could speak French. They did not expect that they would be so welcomed by the Caucasians here. For a moment, they could not accept this!

"We... From the shore of the Marseille... "He boarded the train and came here without rest …"

"Stop talking, we all know …" Go fight... Orleans needs you! "

"God bless you!"

The Moroccan and Algerian foreign legions were the first to come to the aid of the colonial armies. Although they were small in numbers, their presence meant too much. This meant that the colonial armies had quickly prepared and dispatched reinforcements, and with the first reinforcements, there would be a second and a third!

The France was finally no longer isolated and helpless. After so many years, Napoleon III did not do useless work of expanding his territory.

The two regiments of troops coming out of Marseille's shore immediately took the train and rushed towards Orleans, and finally caught the opportunity of this battle of reversal!

The two regiments ran through the camp of hundreds of thousands of people with small steps. Their applause was deafening. The French had used all their praises to gift it to these African men who would normally not even look at them!

The mercenaries who had never been respected by the white people all became excited. These were African mercenaries who had already converted to Catholics, their loyalty was indescribable. Their dream was to change the record of the France through bloodshed!

"Reporting to Minister of the Interior! Algerian Desert Assault Group... The Moroccan Independence Corps came to report... "Apply to join the battle sequence!"

At that moment, Gan Bida felt as if he had drank alcohol. Adding to the three days of dizziness from not closing his eyes, it made him feel like he was flying in the clouds!

"Our motherland praises you! God bless you! The Holy Maiden's heroic soul praises you! "

"There's no time to rest, the enemy's coffin needs you to cover it with the last piece of board! Attack! I will record your exploits at the Holy Cross! "

"Forward!" Warriors of the France!

The two North African Mercenaries were excited by the war's atmosphere. They shouted as they attacked the north shore.

"The reinforcements are here!" Look... It's reinforcements from North Africa! "

"Hahaha …" Our France s... From North Africa... There will be more and more reinforcements! "

"Victory!" For the sake of the France, I will not hesitate to die! "

The First Army of the Bavaria, this tragic army had just entered into battle, when they encountered a group of ferocious beasts from the desert!

There were plenty of cannonballs at Napoleon's artillery site behind him. The continuous barrage of cannons opened up a path for the North African warriors, and amidst their screams, a large number of Bavaria soldiers were blasted into the sky.

In the midst of the chaos, the screaming North African army had arrived. They had taken the train all the way, and they were nothing compared to the tired soldiers who had walked all day!

The North African mercenaries who were adept at fighting were like a pack of tigers and wolves as they charged into the Bavaria army. Following closely behind them were the French troops who swarmed in.

The commander of the Prussian army, Hartman, had turned pale. He had thought that the arrival of 30,000 men would be enough to turn the tide of the battle, but he never expected that the French would send more reinforcements faster than them!

"Madmen, they're all madmen!"

"Three days and three nights without rest …" How am I supposed to fight a war of attrition like this? I don't have any reserves left … "

"My soldiers haven't rested for three days, how am I supposed to fight them …"

"Send a telegram to the prince, I can't hold on any longer, I ask for a retreat... To the south of Dan Feng and Bai Lu, rebuild the defence line! "

Just as the commander was ready to retreat, Orleans's Holy Cross Cathedral bell suddenly rang!

Holy Cross Cathedral of the Orleans, ordered by King Henry IV, the place where the Joan of Arc had once prayed. The stained-glass windows here depicted the experiences of the Holy Maiden's life in battle!

From the beginning of the war to now, this cathedral had been sealed from the outside and from the inside. Prussian obviously wouldn't disturb God's residence, so from the start of the war until now, no soldier dared to disturb this church.

The silent church doors and windows were closed, and the bishops and monks inside relied on the food reserves to endure the bitter war to end it!

But today, when the entire city was shouting out the war cry of the Holy Maiden, these cultivators could no longer sit still. They leaned against the glass window and looked outside. The hell-like scene caused them to be alarmed!

"We can't do this anymore. There are too many people who died. We have to do something!"

"Lord Bishop, if this goes on, all the Orleans will be destroyed!"

"One third of the city has already been destroyed, the historical city cannot be destroyed!"

The Bishop who knelt in front of the cross and prayed for three days and three nights stood up, trembling. He let out a long sigh and said, "Yes, we cannot continue being destroyed like this! we have to do something... "

The trembling bishop, supported by the help of the cultivators, walked up the stairs towards the tower at the top of the cathedral!