Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

"I surrender to you, I have never admired anyone in my life, but today, I concede to you. If China can have a group of brave warriors like you, your nation will not perish …" "I am also a part of Prussia. My life should be left here …"

Xiao Letian would never have thought that the freelance writer Lei Ao, who had always been silently recording everything down, would actually take off his camera and pick up a rifle from the trench.

"Prime Minister, all of my manuscripts and photos are in my black leather bag. I am very sorry, but I really can't watch any longer …"

"Wait! Stop him! " With a loud roar from Xiao Letian, the last two guards beside him pounced forward and pressed Lei Ao, whose face was flushed red, to the edge of the trench.

"Are you crazy? "Remember, your battlefield is in the newspapers, and your weapons are your camera and your pen. All of our sacrifices are dependent on your propaganda …"

Xiao Letian rushed over, grabbed Lei Ao by the collar, and fiercely dragged him to the edge of the trench.

"Look at them, why are these soldiers fighting? For the resurrection of the two peoples, would their passion be wasted? Do you hope their deaths mean nothing? "

"This is the battle between the unyielding souls of two races, which is the most basic power in the rise of a nation. What you need to do is to record this down and publish it, awakening more citizens, allowing more Prussian and Chinese to see how heroes fight …"

Xiao Letian had been grabbing onto Lei Ao's collar with one hand earlier, but when he shouted in excitement, he actually used his hands to grab onto Lei Ao's shirt collar.

Xiao Letian shouted with all his might: "You bastard, you have to let me live, your mission is not completed yet, brat, don't even think about escaping … … "Someone, break out from the north with Lei Ao. If he dares not leave, then knock him out and carry him out …"

At this time, Lei Ao's face was already filled with tears from his excitement. He felt a surge of anger clogging up his heart, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to refute Xiao Letian's words.

Look at this hell in front of us. Humans can no longer be called humans, but a group of wild beasts. People use bayonets, sabers, engineers shovels... There were even people fighting with their fists and teeth, and people died every minute and every second until finally, there were even Chinese officer who fired out their glorious bullets and charged into the enemy ranks while holding onto their grenades.

Many years later, there was a saying in Europe, the moment the Chinese Army rose up, they were already unrivalled. Blood for blood, life for life, you will meet a group of madmen like them, even if you win against them, the soldiers who experienced all of this would still leave behind the most terrifying memories in your heart.

The next time the killing began, the horrifying memory would emerge from the bottom of his heart. None of the soldiers dared to look directly at that flag. Any soldier who had seen blood flag before, their best friend for the rest of their lives, would probably be a psychiatrist.

In Lei Ao's eyes, the Austrian Army's cavalry army had finally begun to loosen up. As the number of soldiers, who carried the glory of throwing themselves at the enemy and launching their suicide attacks, the last bit of pride in the Austrian Army cavalry was being trampled on.

He didn't know who was the first one, but a terrifying scream suddenly came from the battlefield, "Madman, this is a bunch of Chinese madmen, let the artillery attack, blast them to death with their cannons …" "I can't take it anymore …"

The soldier's spirit had completely collapsed, but no one could blame him. When he saw with his own eyes that a Prussian soldiers soldier chopped down with two sabers and even used his teeth to bite off the rider's throat, no one could blame the deserter.

The appearance of the first deserter already signified the complete defeat of the Austrian Army. After the formation of the Austrian Army, the Old Count who had been laughing merrily a moment ago almost fell from his horse.

"Hurry up and send reinforcements. While the cavalry is still entangled, let's charge with the infantry quickly …" If I can't even catch a fighter like that, what use do you have? " Old Count's tears rolled down his face.

But war was like this, there were too many unexpected things, no one expected that the cavalry would collapse so quickly, before even the reinforcements could get into position, the great defeat had already formed, the wave of attack had a short time difference, a small fault.

The cavalry started to retreat, but the rest of the cavalry and infantry did not finish assembling. The area of the battlefield in front of them was not big, and just the charge of 3000 men was already the limit.

Not only that, but after an hour and a half of fighting, the entire slope was turned into mud, and the big and small craters became obstacles. The corpses lying on the ground were also hindering the advance of the troops.

He rushed to Old Count and shouted loudly, "Senior, it won't do. When our reinforcements rush in, I'm afraid that these damned enemies will retreat back into the trenches. When that happens, it will still be a rotten battle …" Let the artillery fire! "

Old Count's eyes stared wide open as his murderous gaze shot towards Ka Peng. He nearly cursed out loud in his heart. Capone You bastard, you want to kill your own people? And you didn't give the order yourself, so you urged me to give it? Do you want me to go back to trial?

This was the current situation on the battlefield. The best method to deal with this situation was to open fire, which would definitely be able to kill all the enemies, but the remaining cavalrymen would also die along with them.

Was it a moment of victory or a long trial? This was a difficult question, a difficult choice.

Old Count was very angry, but when he saw Ka Peng's young face, he suddenly shrank back. Capone had always been his most loyal subordinate. He was less than forty years old, a good age for a man's career! As for him, he was already over sixty years old. After this battle, he probably wouldn't be able to enter the battlefield again.

Forget it, forget it! I am an old man on the verge of death. If I am to be tried, I will be judged. I will not take the blame for anyone else.

"The artillery, listen to my orders!" To the enemy... Firing fire! Shoot your ammunition... " Old Count's roar almost exhausted the air in his lungs. At that moment, he seemed to have aged a dozen years.

With reddened eyes, Wen Sente faithfully carried out the teacher's orders. He knew that this was the most effective way to end the battle, even though there were still over two hundred comrades on the battlefield, no one treated them like living humans anymore.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The field gun began to spew out flames, and shot out steel bullets straight towards the chaotic battlefield.

When mushroom cloud rose one after another in the fighting array, freelancer Lei Ao suddenly felt as if his soul had come alive, and pushed Xiao Letian away.

"Quick, open it!" The Austrian was massacring his own people. I want to film it, this is evidence, evidence as hard as steel! Rest assured my lord, I have made up my mind. I want to live on, I want to tell the world everything that has happened today truthfully! "

When the camera's shutter was pressed down, the chaotic battlefield would eventually become a series of black and white photos. It could be predicted that after the end of the war, everything that happened here would become ironclad proof of an attack on the Austria.

Now that the battle had reached this point, Xiao Letian quickly gave the order to "blow the bugle …" Let the brothers go back to the trenches! Damn, are you Austrian really so shameless? "Since that's the case, I don't have any more scruples. I'll fight you guys to the death …"

"Are there any more gasps? Set up our last trump card, I want to see how ruthless these Austrian are! "

A loud and clear bugle sounded. The surviving soldiers on the battlefield supported each other as they broke away from the battle and ran back into the trench. The moment they jumped into the trench, from the third and final parallel trench, more than a dozen huge wooden crosses suddenly stood erect.

Ta Bulisibojue and Baron Peng Ka were so scared that their hairs stood on end just by looking at it. Baron Capone, after all, was young and had quick reflexes. He shouted, "Stop the bombardment! "F * ck, hurry up and stop …"

At this time, the entire battlefield turned to look at the crosses in the distance. Everyone was dumbfounded. They had never imagined that these Chinese would use such a despicable method.

Viscount Ah Lan and all of the nobles under him were actually tied to the cross. They were erected on the battlefield, and became many eye-catching hostages.

Especially Viscount Ah Lan, the most miserable one was him. He was dressed in a pair of white silk pants with red roses imprinted on it, his military pants had flown to who knows where, his hands were tied to wooden sticks, and his chest was opened wide in the wind.

"Take revenge …" Oh, my teacher... Take revenge for me … "Save me, please save me …" Ah Lan cried like a little girl who had just been humiliated by a hooligan.

After a few minutes of silence, all the officers in Austrian Army exploded with rage. "This group of barbarians actually dare to insult the noble nobles? They actually dared to take the nobles of Habsburg as hostages? They are the enemy of all Europe! "

"Division Commander, please give the order for us to charge! We will not accept such humiliation!" We have to save Viscount Ah Lan and his comrades! "

In the middle of the nineteenth century, Europe was still ruled by noble politics. Although the power of the merchants and commoners was gradually rising, the traditions of the human race for thousands of years were still strong.

Xiao Letian remembered a small story that happened to the founding president of the United States, Washington. It happened during the War of Independence.

The sniper's name was Ferguson, and he was the commander of one of the British Special Forces. At that time, Washington was riding his horse with his back to him, and the distance between them was only a little more than a hundred meters.

To a sniper, a distance of one hundred meters was a distance that could not be missed, but unexpectedly, in the end, Ferguson gave up on pulling the trigger.

Ferguson had given up this chance to change history for one reason only, that he was a gentleman and that the President opposite him was a noble gentleman, and that a gentleman could not be ambushed from behind, which would not be in line with the prevailing European morality.

Just the title of a gentleman was not even considered a noble title, yet it already possessed a strong moral binding. You could fight to the death against a noble, but you could not attack them from behind, nor could you insult them, because that would cause you to become the public enemy of the entire European aristocracy.

But today, Xiao Letian had committed a great sin. If he did not play this trump card well, the consequences would be unthinkable.