Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

Thousands of people crowded together to advance in one direction, and the power of the group would form an energy potential. It would be futile for anyone to change direction within this power.

When the merciless rain of bullets began to reap the lives of the people in the trenches, it was not as if no one in the crowd didn't want to retreat. There were also quite a few who wanted to be a deserter. However, these clever soldiers were unable to break away from the crowd. Whether they were moving to the left or right, they would still be hit by others.

If you want to stop or turn around and run? That was even more impossible. The energy that was being carried behind her was even more powerful. In this force that allowed her to advance forward, anyone would be considered insignificant.

"Forward, forward, continue moving forward! "Charge, continue charging …" Before the officer who was trying to boost morale could finish, a few muffled puchi sounds rang out and blood blossomed from his chest.

The corpse fell onto the ground, and was immediately trampled into the mud by the military boot. In this life or death situation, no one would consider whether or not they should respect the corpse.

Prussian's strict personality seemed to be a natural born material for army. Although the new recruits from special mix camp were afraid, their skills that were firmly grasped during military training were not the least bit messed up.

Pull the bolt, load the bullet, pull the trigger, and then pull the bolt again... The entire process was done meticulously, quickly, accurately, and fiercely.

The sight of six or seven hundred Maoists concentrating their fire was a sight to behold. The charging troops were being stripped off layer after layer like onions by the rain of bullets.

At this time, Xiao Letian also rose up 50 meters high into the sky. Handgrenade Preparation... Blast them to death! " A lump of iron flew out from the trenches upon being ordered, and a bloody storm was set off amidst the charging crowd.

Due to various reasons, Xiao Letian's army had never been equipped with artillery. It was precisely because of this that they paid more attention to the research and development of single-soldier explosive devices like hand grenades and explosive devices.

Right now, Xiao Letian's new army only had around ten or so hand grenades, and they even produced the suggested gas grenades that were filled to the brim with yellow phosphorus. This round, he threw out a high-explosive grenade that was specially designed and produced by the Nobile Explosive Company. Mr. Nuo Beier's latest designs, all the explosives were given to Xiao Letian before he could even equip the Prussian army with them.

This was Mr. Nuo Beier's repayment for his kindness. Thanks to these Eastern officers saving the lives, the great fire in hamburger would have taken the lives of all the orphans.

If something like that really happened, even if Mr. Nuo Beier could push the blame to the French spy, it would still be difficult for him to pass that trial on his own conscience.

In return for the kindness of the Chinese, Mr. Nobile offered the latest explosives to the Chinese without waiting for Prime Minister Bismark's consent, and he made a verbal promise that he would set up an explosive plant in Naga at the end of the war.

The new type of explosive was indeed stronger than the black gunpowder. The same volume of grenade's power was actually two times stronger, and the whizzing fragments penetrated through the human body, blasting holes in it one after another.

Old Count was really old after all, he was so old that he could not control his emotions. When he saw his children dying tragically on the battlefield, he couldn't help but cry.

"I am guilty! My children, I'm sorry... How could I ever fight such a crappy battle in my life... "But I have no choice. If you retreat now, those people who died in battle would truly die in vain …"

After saying that, Old Count's face became ruthless, "So if you want to charge, you have to face the Death God's Scythe Charge … Only victory can end this massacre! "

"Charge!" Everyone Charge... "Kill your way through, and use your corpses to make a path for us …" Old Count shouted hysterically. He had already fallen into madness.

He was not the only one who had fallen into madness. The soul character of the special mix camp, Xiao Letian, had already become a madman a long time ago.

Xiao Letian had truly changed, he was no longer the little white-collar worker from his previous life who drank and flirted with girls in the rear seas. He was now able to remain indifferent while looking at the mountainous limbs that were broken.

"Fire, keep the fire going..." "If there's too many enemies, we'll throw the grenades. This group of bastards will die …" Xiao Letian roared as he opened fire, his entire person becoming deranged.

"F * ck, laozi is bullying you. I'm bullying you for not having a rifling gun, for bullying you for not having a cover in the trenches, for bullying you for not having a universal grenade, and for bullying the backward tactics in your head …"

"Fuck, weren't you guys very fierce when you fired?" Push the cannon under my nose! "

Only now did Xiao Letian understand why soldiers loved to swear. In this kind of iron-blooded battlefield, saying a few words would feel too good.

As long as he was a soldier, there would not be anyone that liked acid and vinegar. They would only like officers like Xiao Letian, who could make strategic plans, and who could curse and swear at real men like him who copied sabers.

Xiao Letian's continuous swearing not only did not make the brothers feel disgusted, it had even successfully raised everyone's morale. Especially after the grenade exploded, they looked at the horde of people with twisted faces filled with fear, and all of them started to secrete adrenaline, all of them going completely crazy.

"Come on, you son of a b * tch, grandpa I have plenty of bullets, I'll kill as many as I can …"

"This is great! It's really great! A good man can walk out of the country to fight in the national war. This is the only battle I've lived my entire life for nothing!"

I regret not following the Prime Minister early, and now that I think about it, in those years after the civil war, are you still human!

"KILL KILL KILL..." We must make the Europeans remember this massacre for 10,000 years! "

Blood and life, succeeded in stimulating the mania in the hearts of all Chinese. It was the Ancient Qin Style, and also the Wild Song of Han and Tang Dynasty. That was the drop of dragon blood hidden in the blood of all Chinese.

Ming Zhu could be covered in dust, but no matter how thick the dust was, there would still be a moment when it would be blown away. When Xiao Letian wiped away the dust in the hearts of his citizens, the bloodthirsty fighting spirit unleashed by the Chinese would eventually shake the entire world.

Xiao Letian looked at Austrian Army who was rushing closer and closer, his right hand raised high above his head. Molotov's cocktail … It's time to eat... Hahaha, you bunch of idiots. Do you really think I'm afraid of you just because everyone is here? "Today is Zhuge Liang's Fire Vine Armour Soldiers, today's Shiqiao uplands is Europe's Red Cliff …"

Torches were lit in the trenches, the wounded soldiers quickly moved the ammunition box that was hidden in the third trenches over. When the crowbars were forced open, bottle after bottle of 'fine wine' was seen sleeping inside.

The Molotov's cocktail, this kind of home-made incendiary bomb was simple, but it played an important military role in history. The Finnish army fought against the Russian army, and the Spanish civil war was also widely used. Even in the various protest activities around the world in the 20th century, he still existed.

Bottles after bottles of fine wine were unscrewed, stuffed with pieces of cotton cloth, and lightly burned on the torch. The oil-soaked cotton cloth was set ablaze.

"Brothers …" Invite them for a drink! " With a single command, the bottle in his hand was the first to be thrown out of the trench. The bright rolling bottle was like a star rising from the battlefield.

All the Austrian Army s were dumbfounded. The battle for Shiqiao uplands had reached such a level that it had completely toppled all of the textbooks. None of the veterans present had seen such strange tactics before.

"What is this? Who can tell us what this is? " In front of countless bewildered gazes, a bright star rose up from inside the Prussian army trench, rolling and smashing into the charging crowd.

At this time, the Austrian Army was already within twenty meters of the trench. With such a short distance, even a child would be able to throw the Molotov's cocktail.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The battlefield was filled with the explosive sound of flames, broken wine bottles splashing out countless amounts of gasoline. Raging flames soared into the sky, and the battlefield was filled with the stench of burning human flesh.

With just one move, there was no mercy. Prussian army happily threw out the cocktail, and the regional flames quickly became a sea of fire.

"Ah …" "Kill me, I beg of you …"

"Ah, it hurts …" Ah, it hurts … "Save me, brothers, save me, pull me …"

Austrian Army who was at the forefront struggled in the sea of fire. The surge of energy from the people behind had not dispersed yet, and countless soldiers at the edge of the fire field had been squeezed in, turning into human-shaped torches one after another.

"Oh God, please don't push it, no, no, no... "Ahhh!" Amidst the screams, another group of soldiers were pushed into the sea of fire by their own men.

At this time, Xiao Letian had already thrown out six Molotov cocktails, and the last one was so strong that it hurt his muscles. He swung his arm and laughed coldly, "If only there were more people, it would work, then there wouldn't be any miracles in this world … "Brothers, keep throwing it away, don't worry about the money. I got all these bottles for nothing!"

In the 19th mid-century leaf, human beings only used petroleum on kerosene. At that time, petroleum smelting relied on a simple distillation process to separate the different components of the oil. The high boiling point of kerosene is easily separated from the lower boiling point of gasoline and other impurities.

However, the internal combustion engine of that era had yet to be born. Humans had always believed that gasoline and other liquids were wastes after being distilled from petroleum and could not be used. Therefore, most of them were burned away in vain.

Fortunately, there was a Xiao Letian. This fellow visited a kerosene production factory in hamburger and immediately set his sights on the light yellow liquid that was burned as trash.

With Xiao Letian's prestige in the hearts of the people of hamburger, do you feel embarrassed to accept money if I asked you for some 'trash'? With Xiao Letian's kindness towards the people of hamburger, how could anyone refuse to give him an empty bottle of wine when they went to a restaurant or bar?

Don't make fun of the Eastern Prime Minister, who hasn't had a bit of a hobby? Although picking up trash is a bit disgraceful, it's still better than eating, drinking, and gambling, right?

Just like this, Xiao Letian, who spent not a single cent, received a large number of upgraded version of Molotov's cocktail, which he threw at the Austrian in the end.

At this time, Old Count already had the premonition of a stroke. His eyes were a little unfocused, his lips were green and purple, looking at the Raging Flames of Hell in front of him, his mind was blank.

"How can this be? What else do these Chinese have? Why can't they kill him? God, please give me an epiphany and tell me what's going on... "Pfft!"

Angry, Old Count spat out a mouthful of blood. The surrounding guard company soldiers were so scared that they all rushed forward, "Senior Master …" Sir... Count... What's the matter with you? "Wake up, quickly …"