War is a contest of national strength, a contest of technology, a contest of military quality, a contest of wisdom, but it is also a contest of will.

Do you dare to fight or not, and will not be willing to fight with your life. If you don’t have such anger in your heart, then even if you give you the most powerful military industry and give you good weapons to use, and give you the best commander in the universe, I am afraid that it will be a loss.

The moment the Chinese shouted and rushed out of the trench with bayonets, all the Austrian soldiers present subconsciously rubbed their eyes, and they even thought they had hallucinations.

"I'm dazzled? The Chinese actually dared to charge backwards? The forces of the two battalions dared to charge backwards on one of our divisions? The infantry dared to charge backwards on cavalry? A group of rookie recruits dared to charge backwards against artillery fire?"

No one can answer these questions, but even if they don't believe in their eyes, they have to admit that this group of Chinese people is completely different from the Chinese in their traditional concepts.

The old Count was shocked. He was either surprised. He was either scared. In the eyes of these European nobles, it is impossible for heroes to appear in China, a backward and ignorant country. Hundreds of years of slavery rule have long caused this nation to lose its blood courage.

But today, these Chinese people have revealed a bloody fact to them with their sacrifices and lives. The views of Europeans are all wrong. The Chinese people's bloody courage has always been there, and all they want is an opportunity.

Countless Austrian noble officers couldn't help but think secretly. If you think from the perspective of others, you are the commander of the two battalions and face the siege of a heavy equipment division himself, then will you dare to sacrifice your life to carry out this counterattack?

This question has made countless people feel extremely distressed. If you ask them in person, the return you get must be very firm and affirmative, but deep down in their hearts, the true thoughts are not worthy of being told to outsiders.

The soldiers will follow the generals, and the grass will follow the wind! If the middle-aged officials in the special camp shouted to me, not to follow me, no new recruits who had just stepped onto the battlefield could jump out and charge back.

But today, the Zhongguan didn't even hesitate at all. They were the first to jump out of the trench and exposed themselves to the rain of bullets. It was them who used their blood to inspire these recruits that made all the brothers in the special camp unit form a rope and follow them with all their lives.

The cavalry on the opposite side were also shocked by the Chinese's sudden charge, but then their hearts were filled with ecstasy. Cavalry was born with advantages against infantry, which was a valuable experience accumulated by humans in thousands of years of war.

"Warriors! These madmen actually dared to charge back at us. They actually tried to fight with us in close combat! We gave them this opportunity to kill them with our saber..."

"Kill!" The cavalry group galloping on the battlefield roared and rushed straight towards the special mixed camp.

A shocking scene appeared. Just as the two groups of soldiers were about to collide, dozens of Eastern officers suddenly accelerated from the team of the special mixed camp. The one with the strongest head posture was Xiao Letian's personal bodyguard Xiang Shaolong and Long Ye.

"Nine rolls and eighteen falls, have you forgotten the method of lying on the ground left by my ancestors? The basic skills taught by the ancestors are kept for today..."

Master Long rushed towards the ground like a rolling ball. Although he did not have a steel knife in his hand, the two clenched engineer shovels were more useful in his hand than the steel knife.

Although the sharp tempered steel edge was not sharp, it was enough to cut off the horse's hoof that was charging at high speed by waving it hard. Master Long's hands danced like a hot wheel, and countless horse's hooves were chopped down by engineer shovels. The war horse was screaming and fell to the ground.

Xiao Letian looked at the scenes on the battlefield with relief and said in a hoarse voice, "You can't imagine these idiots. The soldiers I led were all veterans who fought the heavenly rebellion. Which of them did not have a background in the green forest? The ground-lying knife and ground-lying fist are not a profound skill. In the Ming Dynasty, Qi Jiguang taught them all in the military books. Do you think we can't..."

"Hahaha... The biggest threat to the Chinese nation in thousands of years is the cavalry of the nomadic peoples in the north. The infantry we have accumulated and you Europeans cannot imagine it... Cough cough cough!"

Xiao Letian was deeply injured by the shell, but his fighting will not fade, but instead became stronger and stronger.

At this time, infantry and cavalry had officially collided together on the battlefield. Although countless Eastern masters used strange tactics to destroy the cavalry's charge rhythm, the number of cavalry in front of them was more than 300, and the potential energy accumulated by a charge was not so simple to be resolved.

Countless war horses rolled on the ground, countless cavalry fell into the mud, countless cavalry jumped high and rushed into the crowd, and countless cavalry turned their horses to take advantage of their skills.

During the collision, infantry that was knocked away could be seen everywhere, and bayonets could be seen stabbing into the cavalry's bodies everywhere. The creaking sound of steel that cuts through human bones makes people feel even more frightened.

This is purely a game of life-for-life exchange. In a trance, time went back a hundred years, and the scene in front of people actually overlapped with the shadow of the fight between the medieval cold weapon legion.

If you have to find out the difference between the two, it is that the battle in front of you is even more terrifying and tragic.

"Stop the shelling and protect our cavalry..." Brigade Commander Pengka subconsciously issued an order. He saw several shells explode in the cavalry group, killing one by one regardless of the enemy.

There was a demon in Pengka's heart whispering, "Fire the cannon, keep firing, and kill them regardless of the enemy. If you have many people, you can withstand such casualties. That is the best way to win..."

But there was another voice next to the devil's voice reminding him, "No, absolutely! No matter how many bombardment is, even if you win, you will lose the loyalty of more than 10,000 soldiers. From now on, you will be an alien in the imperial world, and no one will believe you..."

There was not much time for Penka to consider, because at this moment, an incredible reversal had occurred on the battlefield.

"The Flag of Remaining Blood! The Prime Minister raised the Flag of Remaining Blood with his own hands! Hahaha... Forget it, let's die here today!" Countless Chinese people shouted the Flag of Remaining Blood with three characters. All Europeans didn't know what the curse was. They just felt that these people suddenly turned into devils, and their combat power increased exponentially.

"Look at it! What flag is there on the high ground? What are the Chinese doing?" Under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes, a broken flag with black letters on white background and black texts slowly rose.

This is a vertical Japanese-style flag recognition. From top to bottom, three big characters "Xiao Letian" were written in thick ink. It was written by His Highness Wing King. It was written by the Xiao character flag recognition, which inspires the Han people and indigenous people in the city to fight bravely in the bloody night of the city.

There were countless dark spots of different sizes on the flying flags, which only the veterans knew. They were countless blood splashed up. The burnt corners and the hollows penetrated by bullets were reminding everyone at any time how they embarked on this path of no return to the battle for hegemony.

Xiao Letian has now left the bunker and climbed into the trenches and stood tall on the battlefield. He burst into tears and didn't care whether the people below could hear it. He was just venting his emotions hysterically.

"Wuwuwu...I'm sorry, my good brothers, I thought I could take you home, but I was wrong. We are on a road of no return... The price of promoting our country's power is that we will die here together..."

"The flag of residual blood has risen, and we have no chance to retreat. Now we can only die together, and we can only use our killing to shock the hearts of these wild beasts... I, Xiao Letian, have fulfilled my promise, hahaha... Do you still remember the promise I gave you?"

"That is to take you to die together! Die in Europa, and with our sacrifice, we will leave an eternal scar in the memories of the entire Europeans! Let them remember this killing for a thousand years! Let them never dare to touch this pain point! Let them think about us people carefully when they want to bully China again!"

"This is the value of our death, this is the only purpose of our coming to this world! I sacrifice Xuanyuan with my blood and my life with my life! You can walk in the front with confidence, I will not live in vain..."

Speaking of this, Xiao Letian took out the pistol given by President Lincoln, put it on his temple, and shouted at the battlefield, "There is one who dares to be a deserter, I will die in front of you! I will win. As long as we Chinese people win, as long as we still have one who is alive, failure will never belong to us..."

At this moment, a shout suddenly came from Xiao Letian, "Ah! That's it, that's it! You Chinese are willing to die, we Prussians are not cowards... What are all civilian officers doing? They are scouting the guys and rushing up!"

This is Jonas' voice. His only task now is to coordinate the officer between Xiao Letian and Prussia, and he also serves as the translator. This Nordic knight, who was born as an envoy, was obviously a typical civil servant, but today he was infected by Xiao Letian's decisive aura. He picked up a Mauser and turned his head and rushed forward to the trenches.

Behind him were five or six civilian officials, who were coordinators specially assigned by Bersmay to Xiao Letian. They had only one task to help Xiao Letian coordinate the relationship between the various departments of Prussia, and they communicated with each other both military and civil affairs.

These government officials who didn't even have military ranks were already infected by this momentum and burst into tears. They picked up rifles one by one, put on bayonets and rushed up with Jonas.

"This is our national war in Prussia. Why should the Chinese die? If we don't participate in the war, I will not be able to raise my head for the rest of my life. I will condemn myself until I die..."

The flag of blood roared in the wind. Xiao Letian watched the people around him rush towards the battlefield one by one. He held the revolver's hand without hesitation at all. He was not joking. If the entire army was really wiped out this time, it means that all his plans were completely shattered and his dream of reviving the nation would be completely shattered.

A man has no dream in his heart, and even if he is alive, he is just a walking corpse. Such a life is not what Xiao Letian wants.
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