Bismai's face turned pale, and he suddenly realized that the pressure he was facing at this moment was much greater than planning the entire Franco-Prussian War!

"Moltke...my old friend...I always have a terrible fantasy at this moment...I've been fantasizing..."

"What? What do you want to say?" Old Moltke looked at the iron-blooded prime minister's face turned pale, knowing that this matter must be not very good.

"I'm fantasizing... can I fight for another night... to wipe out all the 100,000 French troops in front of me..."

"Crazy! Are you crazy?" Old Maoqi trembled with fear and the cigar fell directly onto his leather boots.

"Illegalize the 100,000 French troops in front of you? When did you become a bloodthirsty murderer? Haven't you always said that war is just a continuation of politics, and is our purpose of fighting for the unification of Germany?"

"The Emperor of the Pharaoh has hung up the white flag, and our soldiers have been fighting all day long without even drinking saliva... If you continue to fight, will you let these brave young men die in vain?"

Listening to the anger of the old Moltke, Besme whispered, "No... I'm not a bloodthirsty madman... I just want to let the French energy be relieved. These are all experienced officer groups!"

When he talked about the three words "Official Corps", Mao Qi immediately understood what kind of person he was, the chief of staff of Germany, and the entire family has been engaged in military affairs for generations.

He understood the voice-over of Beismai as soon as he heard it, "No! Beismai, when did you become so crazy? I know what you think... Wait, this is not your thought, is this Xiao Letian's right?"

"God, we are Europeans, we can't learn the Asians' style!"

"If you dare to massacre these surrendered officers today, you will become the public enemy of the whole of Europe when you look back! Although you seem to completely eliminate the hidden dangers of France, you will also establish countless enemies at the same time!"

Bismey held his forehead with his hand and sighed, "I understand, of course I understand, but... this plan is like a seductive demon, making me always feel excited!"

Old Moltke handed him a cigarette, "Calm down, my friend! Oriental thinking and Western thinking are different, and many tactics suitable for Asia are taboos in Europe!"

"We in Europe have not had much population since ancient times. From ancient times to the present, the population alone is much lower than China. We really don't have that many people to waste!"

"In Asia, monarchs can regard population as resources. Massacre is sometimes really a solution to the enemy once and for all, but Europe cannot..."

"If we open a tunnel for massacre, once a routine is formed, then Europe will never have hope. We don't have so many people to sacrifice!"

"So it's better to follow our redemption system obediently. Use these prisoners as trump cards for negotiations. It's better to squeeze more actual benefits than anything else!"

Pesme took a sip of the cigarette and sighed, "Yes! Europe is not China, and our chaos is far greater than that of Asia!"

"In the history of the Chinese people, they thought it was chaotic in the Three Kingdoms period, and the Warring States Period was just a battle for hegemony!"

"The situation in Europe is much more complicated than them. We are not fighting for the seven heroes. We are fighting for the hegemony of all nations! There are too many countries, you have me, and I have you... Forget it, blow the assembly call and let our soldiers stop fighting!"

"I don't want to see an anti-German alliance appear in Europe, we can't deal with the whole of Europe!"

Bismai finally jumped out of Xiao Letian's temptation. After cleaning up the inner demons, he finally issued an order to truce.

This order would have to be sent by Besmai. Although Mafia was the commander-in-chief of the battle, the surrender of the French emperor involved a very important imperial foreign policy.

The king did not give Lao Maoqi diplomatic authorization. Whether to accept the surrender of the emperor must make a decision!

After a while, the assembly call was blown inside and outside the city. The killing Pu Jun heard the familiar assembly call and almost stopped fighting the bayonet in his hand with conditioned reflex.

At the same time, the sound of assemblage sounded behind the French positions, and the French troops who were struggling dyingly saw hope of survival.

The battlefield is so weird. French veterans and Prussian soldiers were fighting for bayonets just now, and were doing their best to kill each other, but they both stopped in the sound of the trumpet.

It was like a photo was frozen, and the two bayonets were mounted together like an arch. The expressions of the enemy and our soldiers were no longer as terrifying as they had just now, and they became numb and even a little confused.

Is the war over now? The soldiers who had been fighting for a day were a little unbelievable, but when he quietly and vigilantly shrank the bayonet back, he found that the other party was also quietly retreating.

At this moment, the murderous aura that filled the city suddenly disappeared like a storm!

The Pu army and the French army began to break off contact in a glance. They led their wounded soldiers on the ground to retreat. Under the command of a famous officer, the square formations began to gather.

The battle between Xiafei and Hindenburg was over at this moment. God made a big joke with them. The last cannon hidden by Xiafei cannon will open fire in the next second. A company of troops secretly dispatched by Hindenburg had already gone around Xiafei's rear at this moment.

This is destined to be a battle of losing both sides. Perhaps these two famous generals who later died in battle today, but God made his decision and the war ended like this!

Both sides walked out of the hiding place carefully, and each asked his own commander to gather the troops. When the hidden cannon appeared, Hindenburg was also sweating coldly.

"Can the commander on the opposite side leave a name? I am Captain Prussian, Hindenburg!"

Xia Fei proudly raised her chest, "French, Xia Fei, rank captain!"

But immediately afterwards, Xia Fei found a company of French troops, which suddenly emerged from behind their positions. The eighteen-year-old lieutenant put away his pride.

"You...you just sent a company of troops to detour... Forget it... Forget it..."

Both of them had a little sympathy in their eyes, and suddenly they stepped forward and walked to the middle of the battlefield.

"I hope one day, you and I will really fight once..."

"Sure! I hope that by then, you and I will be generals..."

The two hands were tightly held together, with admiration and hatred in their eyes!

At this moment, a group of fast horses suddenly rushed over the two of them, and a young man in French palace guard uniform ran towards the General Command of the General Office with a white flag in one hand.

"If you lose this battle, you must be the knights who sent the surrender letter to the Emperor!" Hindenburg was extremely proud.

Xia Fei's face turned red and cold, "France's national destiny has been a thousand years, how could it be decided by a battle? The competition between great powers should be further away!"

Humph! The two of them snorted coldly at the same time, turned their heads and returned to their own team!
Chapter completed!