Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

The path leading to Mount Pan was littered with boulders and boulders. The white, jagged edges of the boulders proved that the mountain had just collapsed. The smoke in the air was a testament to what had just happened.

On the narrow mountain path, at the place where the stones were buried, a few corpses were lying on the ground in a mess. Bright red blood flowed on the ground like a stream, and without exception, these corpses were all wearing the light blue military uniforms unique to the New Army.

All of the dead soldiers were Liang Kun's personal guards. The three hundred men from the two guard companies were like a trapped snake on the mountain road, gunshots were all around them in the dense forest.

"Third Class Assault... Six o'clock in the direction of the jungle, there's an enemy... "

"Moving rocks... "Give the general a bunker and come out …"

"Scram!" "Your father doesn't need special care. All of you, charge over and kill all these damn spies …"

The one who was shouting frantically was Liang Kun and the soldiers that he was prepared to bring to Guotou Village. However, right when they arrived at the northern mountain road, they met with the French warships that were firing from the east.

The flowering bomb s provided by the British were indeed powerful, the cannon ball just happened to hit the mountain that was filled with cracks, thousands of cubic meters of rocks rolled down, and guard company instantly suffered heavy casualties.

This was an accident, the French Fleet did not find any trace of Liang Kun and the rest. Originally, the cannonball was prepared to bomb a village in the forest, but it accidentally missed the trajectory and exploded right above Liang Kun's head.

The mighty French warship was looking for its next target, but right at this moment, three white flags suddenly rose from the forest on the mountain top above Liang Kun's head. Their tracks were actually discovered by Sun Ximei and her group.

When the French battleship saw that the cannons had marked the target for firing, it did not dare delay and quickly start firing again. Amidst the cannons' rumbling, the mountain had collapsed due to the explosion, causing Liang Kun's guard company to suffer heavy casualties.

"F * ck his grandmother..." Why are there so many traitors? I can't kill any of them, and I will hack you into a thousand pieces! " Seeing that his subordinates had tragically died, Liang Kun became furious, and immediately ordered the troops to disperse and retaliate, and to enter the dense forest in batches.

Chang Sanhao, Sun Ximei, Stubborn donkey and the others who were hiding in the mountains were much more familiar with the forest than Liang Kun and the others. This place was originally the place where they had been hiding for a long time.

"Brothers …" As for retreating while fighting … "If we delay this group of soldiers, we absolutely cannot let them reinforce the heads of the countries. Whether we succeed or not will depend on this one move. Whether or not we can return home in glory will all depend on this business!"

Sun Ximei and the others knew very well that in the eyes of the imperial government, they were just a bunch of flying eagles and dogs.

This time, they could either cooperate with Gong Cheng in completing the mission and returning to their country to raise their wealth, or wander around the world overseas. There was no third choice.

The Chinese of this era had a strong sense of hometown. Making them stay overseas was worse than killing them. For the dream of getting rich and returning to their hometown, they had to go all out today.

Liang Kun's side, on the other hand, was an elite army that Xiao Letian had personally trained with. Right now, they were in a period where their energy was like a rainbow, and they could not retaliate even after being blown apart for the past few days.

After shooting the three rounds of French battleship, he gave up on his clear goal, but the battle inside the forest still continued. Although the outcome was unpredictable, Liang Kun's plan of personally attacking the nation was still a failure.

Chu Zhao and Luo Houzi thought the same thing. When the French started attacking together, the northern defense line started to charge.

Hundreds of young men of the Forces nouvelles and the militia, armed with rifles, began to charge at the French fortifications, their cries for battle shaking the earth. On the other hand, the French Marines relied on the ruins of the Guotou Village, relying on the defensive wall built over the past few days, their rifles caused white smoke to rise from all over the place, and the dense rain of bullets repelled wave after wave of attacks from the new army.

This was the first time they felt the cruelty of the European battlefield under the Asiatic sky. The yellow face on the other side seemed as if he didn't know if he was dead or alive, charging towards the rain of bullets like moths.

After knocking down one group, another group charged up. The alternating cover shockwave caused the French army to be on the verge of collapse. Their line of defense was broken, and the most shocking part of the White Blade Combat had begun.

"Brothers …" Fellow villagers … That tyrant, hundreds of thousands of people are in trouble, the despicable French are massacring our brothers and sisters... Charge up to defeat them and avenge the victims … "

"Revenge!" Revenge! "Revenge!" Amidst the deafening roars, there was the sound of a bayonet piercing the human body. It was the miserable wails of a dying person and the screams of a Frenchman who had lost his courage.

"The weak Asian actually dares to follow the French Army's bayonet? Where did they get that fighting spirit from? Is this still the weak people we met six years ago? "

Regardless of whether these Frenchmen believed it or not, the battle had already reached this point, and the world's top ranker, French Army, had begun to fight with all her might.

"Artillery preparation..." Blast them to death... "Close range horizontal projectile …" Amidst a series of French orders, four black cannons suddenly shot out from the ruins behind the line. No one would have thought that the French would take advantage of the night to unload four cannons from the battleship, which was the last trump card of the Guotou Village's garrison.

"Kill these barbarians... "Fire!" After a series of explosions, the waves of people were sent flying into the air. Soil and broken limbs rained down, and the line of defense was quickly snatched back.

Chu Zhao smashed his fist into the trench. Hateful! Just a little bit more, just a little bit more … "Men, come here. Bring another five hundred death squads with you. I will lead you to charge …"

At this time, Luo Houzi, who had just retreated, looked as if it was not his own blood on his face. He grabbed Chu Zhao and bellowed, "Be careful … "I've just seen it. The enemy artillery shells are very plentiful, but I was already surprised. It has already been four days since the explosion, why is there no end to these Frenchmen's artillery shells …"

Before he could finish, the four cannons in the head of the country started firing. Smoke rose up into the sky in the trench, and the gathered death squads were blasted into the ground.

In the end, Xiao Letian's new army had only been established for a short period of time. On his schedule, the new army would only join the army next year, and with all the limited military funds already focused on the shore defense turret and the construction of the future navy.

With their bodies being bombarded by cannons, even their powerful spirits were not used up. When the French Army used their last trump card, the situation of the battle in Guotou Village immediately became tense, and Chu Zhao's subsequent attacks were all repelled by the cannons. Because the French Army was not strong enough, they did not dare to rashly attack, and both sides entered into a temporary period of peace.

By the time the battle started, it was already 4 PM and the day was about to end. The people in the city had already been evacuated, and the refugees in the mountains had fled to the deeper parts of the mountains. The only things left that could not be moved were the supplies that were still under fire from the French.

Looking back at the Naha Harbor, even though the entire day's worth of shooting had caused light injuries to the Glory and the other battleships. The crafty Molière had already ordered the warships to expand their area of operations around 2pm. Not only did they have to bombard the main city area, they also had to increase the impact on the other targets.

Molière's order was also quite helpless. A day's worth of bombardment had now turned the Naha Harbor into a dead city in the sky. It would be unwise to continue wasting ammunition.

The battle had already successfully completed what Gong Cheng had expected. This skinny old man stood on the deck of the merchant boat, blinking as he talked to himself.

"Good boy, it's only been six years and the Europeans have become stronger? Six years ago, their cannons were solid projectiles, but now they're all exploding? At that time, even their cannons were not that far away. Could this be the power of a musket? "

Gong Banlun could only be considered to be half a Siyang Tong. His comprehension towards the development of Western science and technology was far inferior to Xiao Letian's, he simply could not understand the difference between a rifled cannon and a musket, much less the principle of a blossoming cannonball.

Because his stats were still at the same level as six years ago, he estimated that the Ryukyu would need to undergo a day and a night of bombardment before their morale would collapse. However, after personally witnessing the power of the new cannon today, the old man was finally relieved.

"Alright, alright, alright, alright, right now, that tyrant has already become a ghost city, I believe that these bunch of smelly commoners have long been scared witless, the bit of courage Xiao Letian gave them is probably already used up … …" "Hahaha, my plan is complete!"

"Men, prepare the boat. I want to go to the Glory to meet the His Excellency the Special Envoy. We have won this battle!"

In Gong Cheng's heart, it was already surprising that the citizens of the Ryukyu could calm down from the riots. In such a despicable person's heart, everyone was selfish.

A country and its people were not as important as their own family's interests. A slave that was like an ant did not have the right to choose their master. Besides, as long as there was food and a house to live in, who would care if they were under the rule of the foreigners or the ruler of the Japanese?

Everything was just another owner continuing to kowtow, maybe Master Yang would be in the mood to reward him with two bowls of rice.

"Ryukyu, oh Ryukyu! All of you now feel that I am an unforgivable villain, the culprit that caused your nation's destruction. However, in less than a hundred years, all of you have to thank me … You all f * cking clearly remember that in this world, the most important thing is for the strong to be respected. If you don't follow the strongest party, how could you all follow the weakest party? "

"Damn it, you bunch of stupid birds, do you know what colonization is? That is, the higher races sending ambassadors of civilization to manage the weaker races, this is the generosity of their Master Yang, a fool like yourself would not know how to appreciate it. "

"Hmph …" Just you wait, in a hundred years, there will definitely be someone who will commemorate my victory by sculpting the statue. Those idiots who are blocking in front of me, sooner or later, your fate will be to create a kneeling figure! "