"I'm convinced. I, Leo, have never been convinced by anyone in my life. But today I've completely convinced you. If China can have a group of warriors like you, your nation will not be destroyed... I'm also a member of Prussia. My life should be left here..."

Xiao Letian never expected that Leo, a freelance writer who had been silently recording everything, would now take off his camera and pick up a rifle from the trenches. He would also rush to the battlefield.

"Prime Minister. All my manuscripts and photos are placed in a black leather bag. I'm very sorry. I really can't stand it..."

"Wait. Stop him." Xiao Letian yelled. The last two guards beside him pounced on him and pressed the blushing Leo to the trench.

"You are crazy. Please come more and faster chapters. You remember it for me. Your battlefield is in the newspaper. Your weapons are cameras and pens. All our sacrifices want to make sense. It depends on your publicity..."

Xiao Letian rushed over, grabbed Leo's collar, dragged him hard to the edge of the trench, pointed at the battlefield of melee, and shouted at him.

"Look at them. Why are these soldiers fighting? They are for the rejuvenation of two nations. Is their passion going to be in vain? Do you hope their death is meaningless?"

"This is the unyielding souls of the two nations fighting. This is the most original force of the rise of the nation. What you have to do is to record all this truthfully. Post it out. Let more people awaken. Let more Prussians and Chinese people see how heroes fight..."

Xiao Letian just now held Leo's collar with one hand. More and faster chapters were invited. When he was excited, he actually grabbed Leo's collar with both hands. He couldn't lift him up.

Xiao Letian shouted with all his strength, "You must survive for me. Your mission has not been completed yet. Don't want to be a deserter... Come on. Take Leo to break through the north. If he dares not leave, he will knock me out and carry it out..."

Leo was already excited at this time and his face was filled with tears. He felt a sense of anger in his heart. He knew that he could not refute Xiao Letian's words. But he just couldn't overcome this hurdle in his emotions.

Look at the hell in front of you. People can no longer be called humans. That is a group of wild beasts. People use bayonets, sabers, engineer shovels... and even fists and teeth to fight together. The first time updates, every minute and every second, people die. Until the end, the Zhongguan even sounded the glory bomb and rushed into the enemy formation with a grenade in his arms.

Many years later, there is such a proverb circulating throughout Europe. The moment people raise the flag of residual blood, they are already invincible. Blood is exchanged, life is exchanged. You will encounter such a group of madmen. Even if you defeat them such enemies, the soldiers who have experienced all this will imprint the most terrifying memories in their hearts.

When the next killing begins, terrifying memories will emerge from the bottom of your heart. No soldier dares to face the flag directly. Any soldier who has seen the flag of blood will probably be a psychologist in the second half of his life.

In Leo's eyes, the Austrian cavalry formation finally began to loosen. More and faster chapters are welcome. As more and more officers are trampling on suicide attacks on the enemy with glory bombs, the last bit of pride in the hearts of the Austrian cavalry is also trampled on.

I don’t know who was the first one. Anyway, a terrifying scream suddenly came from the battlefield, "Crazy. This is a group of Chinese madmen. Let the artillery go on. Blast them with artillery... I can’t stand it anymore..."

The soldier's spirit was completely broken. But no one could blame him. When he saw a Prussian soldier slashing with two sabers and finally bit off the cavalry's throat with his teeth, no one could condemn the deserter.

The moment the first deserter appeared, it already indicates the complete failure of this wave of Austrian army. After the Austrian army formation, the old earl who was just smiling and almost fell off his horse's back in a hurry. Please come with more and faster chapters.

"Send reinforcements quickly. While the cavalry is still entangled, our charge infantry should get on... We can't catch such a fighter plane. What's the use of me?" The old earl burst into tears.

But this is how the war is. There are too many unexpected things. No one expected the cavalry to collapse so quickly. Before the subsequent reinforcements could take their place, a great defeat had already formed. At this moment, the attack waves showed a short time difference and a small fault.

The fighting cavalry began to retreat. However, the subsequent cavalry and infantry did not gather. The area of ​​the battlefield facing us was not large. The collective charge of 3,000 people was already at its limit.

Not only that, the battle lasted for an hour and a half, turned the entire charge slope into mud. Large and small bullet craters became obstacles. The bodies lying down on the ground were also hindering the advance of the troops.

Brigade Commander Capone is now anxiously riding his horse. He rushed to the old earl and shouted, "Teacher Commander, no. Wait until our reinforcements rush forward. I'm afraid these damn enemies will retreat into the trenches. Then it will still be a bad battle... Let the artillery fire."

The old Count glared and his murderous eyes shot at Capone. The scolding in his heart almost came out. Capone, you bastard, you want to massacre your own people. And you don't give orders. You instigate me to order. Do you want me to turn back and wait for trial?

This is the current situation on the battlefield. The best and worst way is to fire artillery. Now fire artillery can definitely kill all enemies. However, the cavalry that has not retreated will die together.

Is it a temporary victory or a long-term judgment later? This is a difficult question. This is a difficult multiple-choice question.

The old Count was very angry. But when he saw Capone's young face, he suddenly retreated. Capone has always been his most loyal subordinate. He is less than forty years old and is a good age for men to do careers. But he is already in his sixties. After fighting this battle, he may never be able to go to the battlefield again.

Forget it. Forget it. The career of young people cannot be ruined. I am an old man who is in a declining state. If I am on trial, I will be judged. Who will take the blame if I don’t take it?

"The artillery regiment listened to my orders and updated them at the first time to shoot at the enemy... and shoot all your ammunition..." The old earl almost exhausted the air in his lungs with a roar. At that moment, he seemed to have suddenly become more than ten years old.

Vincent faithfully carried out the teacher's order with red eyes. He also knew that this was the most effective way to end the battle. Although there were more than 200 comrades on the battlefield, no one treated them as living people anymore.

Boom boom boom... The field cannon began to spit out flames. The steel projectile was thrown out and headed straight for the battlefield of the melee.

When mushroom clouds rose from the fighting army, the freelance writer Leo seemed to have suddenly had a soul and pushed Xiao Letian away.

"Sir, get out. The Austrians are massacring their own people... I want to take a picture. This is a proof of guilt. This is a proof of sin like steel. Don't worry, sir. I have figured it out. I want to live. I want to tell the whole world truthfully what happened today."

The camera shutter is pressed down. The chaotic battlefield will eventually become black and white photos. It can be foreseeable that when the war is over, everything that happens here will become ironclad evidence of attacking Austria.

At this point, Xiao Letian quickly ordered "Blow the trumpet... and let the brothers go back to the trenches. Damn, you Austrians are really shameless. Since that's the case, I'll have no worries. I'll fight you..."

"Is there any breath? I'll hold up our last killer move for me. I want to see how cruel these Austrians are."

The loud military horn sounded. The surviving officers and soldiers on the battlefield supported each other and ran back to the trench after breaking out of the battle. Just the moment they jumped into the trench, in the third, that is, the last parallel trench, more than a dozen huge wooden crosses suddenly stood up.

Earl Tabris and Baron Pencai looked at it and were so scared that their hair was blown up. Baron Capon was young and responded quickly. He yelled, "Stop the shelling. Damn. Stop it quickly..."

At this time, everyone on the battlefield turned their attention to the crosses in the distance. Everyone was stupid and they could not imagine that these Chinese people would use such despicable means.

Viscount Alan and all his nobles were actually tied to the cross. They were erected on the battlefield and became conspicuous hostages.

Especially Viscount Alan. The most miserable thing was him. He was wearing a big white silk shorts with red roses. The military trousers had long been flying to where they were. His hands were tied to a wooden stick in large shapes. His chest was also open with a bunch of breast hair fluttering in the wind.

"Take revenge...my teacher...aven revenge...save me. Please save me..." Alan cried with a flowery face, feeling aggrieved like a little girl who had just been insulted by a hooligan.

After a few minutes of silence, all the officers in the Austrian army broke out. "This group of barbarians dared to insult the noble nobles. They dared to take the nobles of the Habsburg dynasty hostages. They were public enemies of all Europe."

"Sir, please give us the order. Let our entire army charge. We will never accept such insults. We will rescue Viscount Alan and his companions."

In the mid-nineteenth century, Europe was still ruled by aristocratic politics. Although the power of the merchant class and the civilian class began to gradually rise, the traditions of human beings for thousands of years were still strong.

Xiao Lotte once remembered a short story that happened to Washington, the founding president of the United States. It was during the war. During the Battle of Germanton, Pennsylvania, the US president was once locked by British snipers.

The sniper's name is Ferguson. He was the highest commander of a British special forces. At that time, Washington rode his horse and turned his back to him. The closest distance was only a little over a hundred meters. Ferguson also knew Washington. He knew the other party's identity clearly.

For a sniper, a distance of 100 meters is a distance that will not be missed at all. But unexpectedly, in the end, Fergeson gave up pulling the trigger.

Ferguson gave up this opportunity to change history. He had only one reason. He was a gentleman and the president opposite was also a noble gentleman. A gentleman could not attack behind his back. This was not in line with the mainstream moral values ​​in Europe.

Just a gentleman's title, not a real aristocratic title, already has strong moral binding force. You can fight head-on and kill a nobleman. But you cannot attack behind the scenes, and you cannot insult the nobleman. Because then you will become the public enemy of the entire European aristocratic class.

Today, Xiao Letian committed such a serious crime. If this killer move is not good, the consequences will be unimaginable.

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