Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

He really shouldn't be acting the part of an old soldier who loves soldiers like sons. If he insisted on staying in Wiesenberg tonight, then the two thousand elite cavalrymen would definitely be with him.

At that time, even if they met with an attack, they could organize a strong army to fight against the enemy, and they could also avoid killing their aide-de-camp with stray bullets.

He rushed out of the tent with his pistol in hand. When he saw the chaos outside with his own eyes, he realized how wise it was to give the order to retreat. "Retreat, retreat!"

The entire camp was in chaos. Enemy squads were charging in from left to right everywhere. They didn't even want to fight with their own people, they only wanted to increase the speed of their horses to create chaos.

On the plains to the far north was a sea of torches. Just looking at the torches, there were already more than twenty thousand in total.

"Dammit, the enemy has at least one integrated army! At least 30,000 people, how am I supposed to hit them?! Retreat... "Hurry up and retreat …"

At this moment, Prince Karl's infantry had already entered into the effective range of the Mauser's rifle, with the leading Prussian army running forward, while shooting at each other to protect themselves.

Every time they fired, hundreds of bullets rained down on them. Every time they fired, hundreds of bullets rained down on them.

The more people there were, the better! He was prepared, but not prepared! There was no organization, no organization!

This kind of battle was a one-sided slaughter!

No matter what, Duet was still the leader of the division, and even if he wanted to escape, he would still have the biggest target. Along the way, the retreating officers all gathered by his side.

As they retreated, they gave orders to organize the army to resist and to gather war horses along the way!

This was the second mistake Due made tonight. The first mistake was that he did not live in the Wiesanburg, and the second mistake was that he actually dared to collect the officers and expand his goal while he was running.

This was not his fault. He had never experienced the power of Chinese snipers, so his thinking was still stuck at the stage where there was strength in numbers in the Middle Ages.

Having more people meant that they would have more strength, but having more people also had another drawback. Their goal was too big!

Although the number of Chinese snipers assigned to Prince Karl was not many, they were all easy to deal with. The veteran Pang Chaoyun and Ye Qiu were among them.

Almost at the same time, the two of them saw the fleeing big fish. They both shouted out in ecstasy, "The big fish is at two o'clock …" Free Snipe! "

The snipers on horseback accelerated forward, and the Mauser that had been altered in their hands began to fire!

Pah pah pah … Bullets whizzed through the crowd, shooting down one by one the people around Lieutenant Duet.

"God bless me! What the hell is this thing, why is it chasing me so closely! "

When had Duet ever seen such a method of assassination? There was clearly a distance of more than a hundred meters between the enemy and himself, and there were countless brave French soldiers between them. Why was this bullet chasing him so fiercely, as if it had grown eyes?

"Where did all these Sharpshooters come from …" Before he could finish his question, he suddenly felt a heart-wrenching pain!

"Ah …" In a trance, he saw a bloody bullet drill into the middle of his back, protruding from his chest, spinning and flying into the distance.

The blood that came out from the bullet gushed out like an arrow. After the excruciating pain, his mind went into a trance!

His soul began to soar into the sky, overlooking this heart-wrenching night battle from mid-air!

He saw himself falling off the horse, his left leg still hanging from the stirrup, and the horse running forward in fright.

His body was like a broken bag as he hit the ground and dragged the blood far away!

He was not the most miserable one yet, but the most miserable one were the soldiers that fell behind. Under the overwhelming assault of the Prussian army's infantry unit, all the French army's counterattacks were like moths to a flame.

Under the bombardment of bullets, the soldiers fell to the ground layer by layer. Their bodies were scattered all over the place.

The screams of the wounded soldiers on the battlefield were heart-wrenching, but they could not be exchanged for the slightest bit of pity from the enemies.

He closed his eyes with a wry smile. "I never thought I'd be the first to die in battle!"

"Oh, France, my homeland! You can't win this war... "A teacher died in battle just a moment ago. This omen is too unlucky, too unlucky …"

This was the last bit of his consciousness left over from Duet's death. Since then, he had fallen into complete darkness, into complete nothingness.

Duai was dead, the commander was dead! The news spread through the army like a virus, and the last bit of the French resistance vanished. All the soldiers lost their orders and scattered in all directions.

"East... Brothers, retreat eastward... Our main force is in the east... "Gather in the main group!"

In the darkness of the night, there was still a portion of the surviving commanders of the First Division that were doing their best to gather up their defeated troops.

These were all veterans of the empire. Losing any one of them would be a loss for the empire!

When Prince Karl stepped onto the walls of Weissenberg, he saw that the sky had turned white. He reached out his hand to stroke the sooty stone wall, and there was a faint smile on his face.

"Only one night? Are French dreams broken in a single night? "

"You want to hit my Germany's land? Want to fight on our land? You still want to eat the enemy? Eat us, drink us, and then hit us? "

"Dream on, Wiesenberg is the limit of your ability to enter France! This war can only be fought within your borders, and will never be fought on our territory! "

"Reporting to Your Highness! The emergency telegram from the western end of the line... "

"Read it!"

"General Steinmetz has successfully lured Flosad's Second Army to the Salbrucon. A brutal siege is underway!"

"Up till now, the Salbrucon is still under our control. The Old General hopes that the prince can finish the battle quickly and complete the plan before Flosad wakes up. "

Prince Karl nodded, "Is there anything else? "Continue reciting!"

"There's also an urgent message from the head of state... Our tribe has already appeared in front of French Emperor, and the entire army has annihilated countless enemies. Right now, the French Emperor is already at the western border, so I hope that your majesty can relax and fight … "

"French Emperor is like a bull that has lost its mind after being provoked by the red cloth. As long as I, Xiao Letian, am here, he would not care about anything in the east side!"

"Your Highness, please do not worry about using troops!"

"Good!" Well done! Order all departments to gather and head in Walter's direction! "

"Boys! How about we go to Paris for Christmas this year? " the Prince shouted from the top of the city wall.

"Long live! Long live! "Long live!" Below the city, tens of thousands of torrents roared in unison, and the army turned east and began to flank Walter.