War is not something that can be achieved once and for all by courage. In the face of absolute strength, courage often ends in tragedy.

Although the French army had only one squad of troops, they had the advantage of the terrain. They were defensive to defend themselves from a high position, and the support of the villagers who were less than a hundred years old increased their chances of victory.

Not only are there advantages in the number of people and terrain, but the weapons gap between the two sides is also very large. The power of the rifle is simply incomparable to the pistol. Not to mention the accuracy, the range is several times worse. Before the pistol is fired, the rifle has been fired for several rounds. This one-sided style of play can't help the gods when they come.

In just twenty minutes of firefighting, seven people had already been sacrificed on Blankey's side. When the rest saw that something was wrong, they quickly took their teacher back and escaped.

It is so easy to escape. If a student hadn't acted as human flesh to block the French army, the encirclement had probably been closed just now.

During the chaos, many war horses were shot and killed by the French army. After losing their horsepower, they could only stagger back to the barn and trapped. Fortunately, the ones Bronge brought out were all elite soldiers this time, and their shooting skills were great. Under their desperate shooting, the timid farmer left several bodies and dared not move forward.

Blankey hid behind the wooden wall and looked out through the gap. "I'm afraid we can't escape. These French troops are very smart. It seems that they have real veterans leading the team..."

"You see, they have been very calm from the beginning, and have always used their strengths to restrain our weaknesses... They forced the villagers to restrain us, and then used the excellent range of the rifle to shoot war horses, and still fired cold guns behind their backs..."

"We people have always wanted to rush up and fight for hand-to-hand combat. As long as we can kill these ten soldiers quickly, the other villagers will not be worried... But they are too cunning, and they are not fooled..."

"Teacher...you rest for a while, your arm...your arm is injured!" It turned out that during the chaos just now, Blankey's arm was scratched by a stray bullet and was bleeding all the time.

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine... The most important thing now is how to break through the past!"

Just as people bandaged Blankey's wounds, the outside of the barn was also quarreling. The French army of that squad began to force the villagers to attack, but the villagers could only fight with the wind. A group of people besieged one of them, but they dared to face the fortress attack and they immediately became timid.

"Master...their marksman is so accurate. Many people have died...why should we set fire! They will burn them to death!"

"Bad! Can the corpse burned to death still be identified?" The French squad leader shouted in anger. "I don't know the faces of those officials. If you don't put the heads in front of them to identify them, they will not admit their conscience!"

"They dare to embezzle military merits, let alone such bounties! Have they cut off their heads just now?" A group of villagers quickly pointed to the entrance of the village behind them. The heads were already placed on the low wall, and they were in a long line.

The French squad leader blinked and was thinking of a solution. Fire attack was definitely impossible. There was also danger of blasting. These corpses were all vouchers for rewards. If you couldn't recognize them clearly, those corrupt officials might have a bad bounty.

Could it be that they could only attack by human life? This group of cunning French troops began to get intrigued, and at the same time, the villagers who came to reinforce the surrounding villages arrived one after another. The entire barn was surrounded by more than 150 people, and the possibility of Blankey breaking was getting lower and lower.

When it was just noon, the squad leader's eyes suddenly lit up, "Haha, it seems that this bounty cannot be escaped... I will do it again!"

The soldiers and villagers gathered together to talk a few words, and then immediately started the action. Blankey in the barn knew it was not good at first glance.

"broken!"

This is the Savin Mountains, the terrain is gradually rising, the barn is on a slope platform, and the scattered hilly areas are filled with grape fields.

What were the villagers doing at this time? They started to pile up stones on the uphill of the barn. They collected stones of all sizes and carried them to a high place, and were about to launch a rock-fall attack.

"They want to smash us to death! They want to smash us to death... No, I want to negotiate with the other party, and I want to negotiate with the door!"

"The teacher is too dangerous, let's go!"

"You are not good, they will not believe it. Only I will come forward to negotiate... You are calling now, just say that Bronchi is here, and ask to negotiate with the other leader! Go and shout..."

There was no need to care about the crisis, and a civilian pushed open the barn door and yelled in a white shirt, "Negotiation! The leader of the commune, Mr. Blanke, requested to negotiate with you and send someone to talk to..."

"We have two thousand francs of cash here. As long as you are willing to negotiate with us, you can share it with you..." After saying that, the civil servant put a wallet on the ground at the door of the barn, and then looked at the other party with vigilance.

Two thousand francs suddenly shocked the poor man opposite. The squad leader slapped a villager in the back of the head, "Fire Attack? Still*? Damn it, I didn't expect that they still have money on them, right? What should I do if I burn it all? Let's still have fire..."

The veteran was also a hob on the melee field. He didn't want anyone to protect him, so he walked up carelessly. He walked to the barn door and copied the money bag on the ground.

When I opened it, I saw that there were some gold coins inside, and the rest were rolls of franc banknotes. Fortunately, there was no fire attack or they would have burned them all.

Blankey flashed and appeared at the barn door and said calmly, "What a courage, come here alone, aren't you afraid that we will take you as hostage?"

The veteran's eyebrows hopped three times, and the scars on the eyebrows looked extremely ferocious. "Hostage? You can do whatever you want, I came out of the battle for the rest of my life, and I'm afraid of this small scene?"

"The Tsarist Cossacks in Crimea are much more fierce than you. When did I ever be afraid? Just tell me what you want to talk about!"

Blankey nodded slightly, "I didn't expect that he was a veteran who fought the Crimean War. You should be just a teenager back then... You are a warrior of the country, I pay tribute to you!"

After saying that, Blankey actually nodded and bowed slightly!

The veteran was stunned at the time, "Do you think I am a warrior? Haven't you always scolded His Majesty the Emperor for being powerful and powerful?"

Bronki shook his head, "That's not what you said, you just heard the rumors about our bad side... We have objections to the Crimean War, saying that the war costs too much and wastes too much scientific research funds, education funds, and people's livelihood funds... it's just!"

"We are very impressed by the soldiers' feats of showing off overseas. Every soldier on the battlefield is a hero. We only admire you for your great reputation in France!"

"What we do not agree with is the wrong strategic plan of the Emperor. We spent too much money in that war, but the one who benefited the most in the end was Britain... Strategically, we made some mistakes, and this is the only thing we attacked!"
Chapter completed!