No French army would have expected that an enemy would launch an attack from their backs. Their attention was attracted by the bloody battles in the southeast of the highlands, and all the main forces were pressed on the front line.

The Chinese special forces team caught the enemy off guard. Now Froshad only has a company of guards beside him, and the cavalry of a company of the Queen's Cavalry Regiment, a total of more than 200 people were stationed in this castle. They could not resist the attack of 500 people.

There are countless medieval castles in Europe, and many of them were built by small lords. Small castles like Rosenberg have never thought of hiring heavy troops since their design.

To put it bluntly, the entire castle is a refuge for the noble lords and their family. When they encounter a mess, the lords and their family will lead the 100-200 guards to stand for help. No one can control the remaining people.

It’s not that Froshad didn’t want to install more troops in the castle, but this narrow and atrocity castle would be very crowded if it could be put into it with more than one hundred cavalry and more than one hundred infantry. No matter how many, it would be a huge crowd.

The explosion in Rosenburg alarmed the defenders of the entire highlands. Countless officers watching the battle on the front line turned back at the smoke-filled castle incredibly astonished, and they lost the ability to think for a while.

"What's going on? Who detonated the ammunition depot?"

"No, it's the sound of a bugle asking for help, and the castle was attacked by the enemy!"

"O my God, where did this enemy come from! Return to the aid, return to the central army..."

Now the entire French front was in chaos. Without ordering the regiment commanders under Froshad, the battalion commanders made arbitrary decisions and began to dispatch elite soldiers and generals to the castle.

But they calculated how narrow the path to the castle was. When the number of soldiers returning to the rescue exceeded 3,000, the entire highland was in chaos.

People crowded and collided with each other, and soon the troops were mixed together. The officers could not find their own soldiers, and the soldiers could not find their own commanders.

The road was narrow enough, but the cavalry was still trying hard to squeeze in, but in the end, their infantry rushed down a large area.

The night became the biggest accomplice of the Chinese. The dark side of the shady curtain that made people unable to tell the difference between the east, south, west and north. They just climbed towards the firelight on the high ground by instinct.

At this time, the battle situation in the castle had turned into one-sided massacre. These special forces members of the Chinese clan were proficient in tactics, especially in urban street fighting. They cooperated with each other on a small scale, and often three or four teams intensively shot and covered a team of rushing forward.

The attacking front line intertwined, and the squads raided off pieces of flesh and blood from the enemy's defense line like the serrated saws.

The dense rain of bullets made the enemy unable to raise their heads, and the burning apex cleared the defenders in the rooms. In a short while, one-third of the French army in the castle had died on the spot.

"Damn it! When did the French warriors be beaten by the Chinese? This is a shame! Class 3 rushed out and occupied the church bell tower!"

"Are there any brave warriors who dare to die? rush out with me... other troops will cover us!"

What is a veteran? To put it bluntly, the veteran is a group of murderers. These people fought from Crimea to North Africa, to the Qing Dynasty, and to Mexico... That person didn't have more than a dozen lives in his hands?

These people have long been perverted. Once they arrive on the battlefield, they are a group of madmen. They only need to win and not be afraid of life and death!

"Charge for His Majesty the Emperor!"

The French army in the stables shouted and launched a counter-charge. Their figures ran wildly on the street. They were about to rush into the church bell tower opposite and control the battlefield from a high place.

At the same time, countless figures suddenly flashed out from the stables and surrounding house windows. The gun-carried soldiers began to fire at the Chinese people opposite, and the bullets were fired tightly and fiercely.

"Haha, just because you want to rush through our position? Dream!" Ma Hui spitted on the ground with a spit, "Shot shot eleven o'clock in the direction... The shotgun is working!"

With an order, the six special forces members suddenly stood up and fired heavily in the direction of the enemy's most dense firepower with guns. The bullets hit the opponent's windows with bricks flying, and screams were mixed in the middle.

This time, the volley gave Ma Hui a safe shooting time of 0.5 seconds. He saw him holding a thick shotgun and rushing forward to the door without aiming at the street and shooting at the fire.

Even if the fire is completed, I don’t look at the war. I just dodge myself and hide behind the door!

In just 0.5 seconds, when he flashed, a row of bullets hit the place where he just shot!

The shotgun was indeed a powerful weapon for street fighting. The shot rushed out like a tiny projectile and dark clouds. The four French soldiers who rushed to the front were immediately blinded.

"Ah! My eyes...God, what is this..."

"Hahaha... open fire... put pepper* and blow these bastards to death!"

Four black-blacked * flew out and grey smoke burst out on the long street. Soon the French army in the smoke was choked and breathless.

At this time, Ma Hui and his soldiers took advantage of the chaos and shot another round of volleys. None of the French suicide squads died in the street.

"These French guys are very smart. They know how to occupy the church tower? Unfortunately, it's too late..."

As expected, it was too late. At this moment, Xiao Letian had climbed to the highest point of the castle, and his hands had touched the bronze bell engraved with Bible texts!

The head of state looked at the panicked French army under his feet with contempt and smiled contemptuously, "Froshad? You are not my opponent, if you want to play with people's hearts... I am your ancestor!"

Speaking of this, Xiao Letian reached out and pulled the bell rope... Dangdangdang... The loud bell sounded over the castle, and the entire battlefield was heard.

"Set fireworks! Our offensive fireworks signal!" Xiao Letian shouted in the wind.

Whoosh...bang! Whoosh...bang!

The red fireworks exploded in the sky, and the radius of ten miles was clearly visible. The brigade commander Kameko at the foot of the mountain was frightened and sweated in a cold sweat when he saw it, "My God! Isn't this a Chinese signal flare? The highest level..."

"My God, did the Head of State rush up? Damn..."

Kameko slammed his head with his fist in a hurry, "How did he get up? Only Chinese people can do this kind of fireworks, and only the head of state can use this kind of fireworks..."

Nonsense, can ordinary people use fireworks with a red rose pattern in the sky? This kind of fireworks with exquisite craftsmanship was customized by hand by the old craftsmen of Liuyang by the Chinese.

The annual output is very low, and only the Chinese senior management is equipped with such a unique signal flare, while Xiao Letian picked a red rose firework for himself in a very sexy way.
Chapter completed!