The rider holding the white flag high rushed through the long and heavy front of the Pu army like the wind. No one dared to stop him along the way. He brought the letter of surrender from the Emperor of the Pharaoh and he wanted to send it to the General Command of the Pu army.

On September 1, 1870, a whole day of bloody battle was about to sink into the earth, Napoleon III, the commander-in-chief of the 100,000 French troops, declared surrender.

Standing on the huge Zeppelin airship, watching the enemy and us begin to break off contact, and listening to the dense sound of the assembly call, Xiao Letian sighed.

"You don't listen to me... In forty years, France will definitely take revenge. At that time, they will rely on national strength to drag you and Germany to death!"

"Hey... these officers have not died enough. Now after the truce, France can at least return to the position of a second-rate military power. If they fight for another night, they will have to slide to the position of a third-rate military country..."

Xiao Letian’s worries are not something that people of this era can understand. Xiao Letian knows that more than 40 years later, a gunshot in Sarajevo will directly ignite the raging fire of World War I.

Xiao Letian knew even more that this world war was not something that any time traveler could stop, because after all capitalism escalated to imperialism, war was something that no one could avoid.

The competition between human resources and the market was so intense that time. The fundamental reason why capitalist powers launched wars was that they could not fight. Not fighting was chronic cancer, and fighting might be a surgical procedure.

By then, the countries entering the Second Industrial Revolution had completed deep industrialization, and the destructive power of the war increased exponentially. The scale of the war was not hundreds of thousands or millions, but tens of millions of people strangled together.

"Pesmai! Do you know that in the French army participating in this Sedan Station today, there will definitely be countless generals and countless middle and senior officers in the future!"

"The seeds of hatred have taken root in their hearts. Forty years of irrigation of the water of hatred will surely make the poisonous flowers of war bloom and become brighter!"

"This is all the future officer corps! The command system of World War I is actually all here... Why don't you listen to the advice? Forget it, forget it... Maybe this is your future fate of Germany!"

"That national fortune can't be stopped even by your Iron-blooded Prime Minister!"

Xiao Letian, who was slightly disappointed, waved his hand to Zeppelin, "As you wish, the war is finally over... It seems that Besmad is calmer and more rational than I thought..."

"I'm so tired... Give me some wine... Get me some food... and send orders to let our troops rest on the spot, and do not retreat to the rear. We must stare at Napoleon III in the central fortress all night..."

"Isn't this good?" Pierre, the intelligence officer who had been watching the battle records on the airship, walked to Xiao Letian and whispered, "The surrender ceremony has not been completed yet, the French army's weapons have not been confiscated, and they have not been locked up in the prisoner-of-war camp..."

"Look at the Prussian army, they retreated for a while and then repaired... They were guarding against the French without trust!"

"Haha... Needless to say... The French dared to attack at night? I'm right, Napoleon III was scared long ago. The closer we pushed, the less he dared to repent!"

"We were like a sharp knife, all night was pressed against Napoleon III's throat, making him unable to sleep all night!"

"Sneak attack? I don't believe it..."

The Chinese Belgian coalition commanded by Xiao Letian had its own independence in the entire battle. As long as the grand strategy did not pull the old Maoqi back, the Germans would not be entangled in the details.

This formed a very interesting picture. The Pu army began to retreat to the inner side of the outer wall of the city, and began to build blockade fortifications based on the city wall. Of course, it was very simple.

These Pu army began to light bonfires, set up marching pots, and half-finished food delivered from behind. These soldiers who fought bloody for a day could have a full meal with just some hot soup.

The wounded soldiers were sent to the wounded barracks in the rear. To the north of Sedang, Belgium and Luxembourg provided almost all over the country, and were building large field hospitals where the wounded soldiers could get the best treatment.

To celebrate the victory, the Prussian logistics department can be said to have done its best, including sausages, white bread, ham, regular beer, and mashed potatoes... The rich dinner smells so good.

The remaining French troops around the fortress were not as blessed as this. They chewed the only black bread and drank cold water, and lay on the cold ground and passed by the dark night.

The most annoying thing is Xiao Letian. They did not retreat to the edge of the city wall, but instead rested directly on the position where the battle stopped.

This place is only five or six hundred meters away from Sedang Central Fortress, and the Chinese position is so tightly pressed against the emperor's throat, making him panic all night long.

Xiao Letian's troops naturally have privileges. This war established his reputation as the number one god of war in Asia. From now on, the whole of Europe can look down on the entire Asia, but no one dares to look down on the Chinese people.

In order to bring closer relations with the head of the East and exchange for future Asian market share, before Prussia's logistics supplies were delivered, the Belgian dinner was ready.

Beer and wine were open for supply. Leopold II organized six teams of horse racing to use specifically for Latin American wine. Wine alone was divided into six categories, and beer was shipped with more than twenty different flavors.

Other things were prepared more, including cheese, herring, veal, pig hands... and even they brought caviar and foie gras to the officers!

When the Pu army's logistics carriage brought dinner, they found that the food aroma spread across the entire Chinese position was something they dared not think of at all.

"These Belgians really do please the head of state... It smells so good. It's the taste of fried steak... It's added basil leaves and a lot of black pepper..."

Just as these logistics officers were sitting in the carriage and preparing to return, more than ten war horses rushed out of the Chinese position, with heroic Chinese officers on the horses.

"Gentlemen, do you know where the position of the First Battalion of the Third Imperial Guard Regiment is?" asked the leading Chinese officer with a smile.

Several Pu army soldiers in the logistics department quickly saluted, "Sir... it seems to be on the east wall, it should be not far away..."

"Okay, thank you for... Let's go!" More than ten war horses rushed over directly.

At this time, the dinner by the city wall had come to an end. The beer for these soldiers was supplied in limited quantities, and no one could have a maximum of three cups. This beer was completely a drink for the Prussians.

Drinking the regular amount of wine, they ate all the dinner at hand, and many soldiers were sleeping with blood-stained rifles on a blanket, leaning against the wall.

From morning to night, the fatigue of soldiers can be imagined. Many soldiers cannot be described as sleepy, that is, they are fainting!

As soon as my head leaned against the brick wall, the whole world had nothing to do with him, and my brain suddenly fell into deep sleep!

Just in the snoring team, several Chinese officers carefully walked between the soldiers' legs and feet, and shouted in a low voice, "Where is the Third Guard Regiment... the First Battalion...?"

"Where is the Third Guard Regiment...Where is the First Battalion?"
Chapter completed!