Pierre's bad luck has not stopped since he had an affair with the general's daughter seven years ago. The Ministry of War hid him in the ice for seven years. During this long time, he was only given some trivial cases for him to investigate, and even He was also seconded to the local police station for three full years.
Sharif is a good friend of Pierre and had always wanted to find opportunities to help him. However, due to pressure from the general, he could only exert some influence secretly. Until this year, when the major general retired and left the army, Sharif was ready to recruit Pierre, hoping that he could return to the army intelligence agency.
But he never expected that Pierre's bad luck was so severe that the first case he took over was so serious that it actually involved a serious diplomatic conflict.
Pierre rushed forward and pulled down the ranger who reported the news. He grabbed the whip, got on his horse and rushed south. "God bless, there must be no conflict, no exchange of fire, and no deaths." ah……"
At this time Sharif also went crazy. He chased after him on his war horse, giving orders to the messengers around him while running back.
"You guys go down to the grape fields and rush along the diagonal line. You must stop the pursuers and don't hurt the guests from the East..."
"Damn it, if a Chinese politician dies in our hands, the government will be besieged and blamed by all hostile countries. Then we will be the scapegoat, and we will even be guillotined..."
The temporary resting place was only two or three kilometers away from the first checkpoint. It took only a moment for the horse to gallop. The moment Pierre opened his mouth to shout, a burst of gunshots that shocked him came from the east. Coming over, it startled a flock of birds and broke his heart.
"It's over, it's over, it's all over... Why am I so unlucky!" Pierre covered his face and almost cried. But just then there was another noisy gunshot in the distance, and his ears stood up at that time.
"What is this sound? Why is this gunshot so clear and dense? I am familiar with European muskets, but I have never heard of such a gunshot?" Pierre listened to the dense gunshots in the distance like fried beans in a heavy rain. stunned.
At this time Sharif also caught up, "That's Spencer! It's a famous American gun. You have been away from the Army for too long, and you have been away from the intelligence agency for too long. It seems that you haven't had much contact with the intelligence of the American Civil War... …”
"There is help, there is still help. These Chinese people are fighting back, which means that 80% of the big shots are still alive..."
Two senior intelligence officers rode into the grape fields and led their men straight to where the gunfire was.
To the northeast of Burgundy is a large area of hilly land, which should be considered the remnant of the Alps. The terrain becomes more complex as you go east.
At this time, the Rangers' speed advantage was gone. The small grape fields were interspersed with countless huge rocks, and even the fields were filled with scattered gravel.
The war horses were unable to run in such an environment. More than a dozen rangers could only dismount and chase the stowaways on foot.
"Stop... If you don't stop, we'll shoot... Oh, maybe they don't understand French. I'll change to English and shout again... Stop..."
"It's useless to change to English, they are Chinese, you have to shout in Chinese!"
"Fart, do you know Chinese? Is that kind of language like a heavenly book something that people can learn?"
"You two shut up, everyone grab their guns... get ready to shoot!" More than a dozen front-loading rifles were raised and the triggers were pulled at the running and jumping figures in the distance.
Bang bang bang... A stream of gunfire cut through the morning fog, and bullets rushed towards Xiao Letian and the others.
"Sir, be careful..." The New Army guards and Prussian intelligence officers rushed forward like crazy, pushing Xiao Letian and his women to the ground.
The bullets hit the rocks and stone chips flew into the air. One of the Prussian intelligence officers was shot in the back and fell onto Ping'er's lap. The blood in his mouth stained Ping'er's cloak red.
"Ah!" Ping'er was just a girl from the Jiaofang Department. Although she had experienced the night of Sun Sanhu's siege in Tanggu, she had always been hiding in the inner house. She had never seen such a bloody scene. She was frightened at that time. cried out.
"Stop screaming, calm down..." Xiao Letian blocked her mouth and hugged her, Huniu and Fangguan tightly in his arms, "Don't be afraid, I am here, I will protect you... "
When the gunshots from behind stopped, Lord Long turned over and jumped up from the ground. Behind him, Spencer turned to his hands, aimed at the rangers and started shooting.
"Counterattack... Since we can't hide anymore, then just go with them. The big French nose is no big deal..." Mr. Long is now more than just a master of the green forest. Ever since he experienced the battle of Naha, his interest in muskets has increased. Getting higher and higher.
During the countless days off when he was not on duty, Long Ye devoted almost all his time to musket shooting. In addition, he already had a good foundation in concealed weapons. In less than a year, Long Ye's marksmanship had left Matthew and others stunned. .
When Spencer started shooting, people understood what the generation difference between weapons was. The mainstream French muskets are front-loaded rifled guns, which are just a little more advanced than smoothbore guns.
This kind of musket firepower is no match for the seven-shot Spencer at all, not to mention that the current Yiwang has adapted to the new Western-style army's combat methods. He actually brought five escorts, the 331 team, to provide cross-fire cover. A counter-charge was made.
"Long Ye will stay here to protect Mr. Long, and the rest of the group will attack with me..." After saying that, King Yi rushed out with two guards. Behind them, the other three guards were desperately slanting fire. The rangers couldn't lift their heads under the weight of Spencer's bullets.
"Hidden, everyone hidden... What the hell kind of weapons are these Chinese using? Why is the firepower so fierce? Could it be that they are American Spencers?"
"No, no, no, it's impossible for the Chinese to have such powerful weapons. This must be the cover provided by the Prussians. Find rocks for cover..."
Three-three impact is the most familiar assault tactic practiced by the New Army. The side covered by fire only fires three rounds of salvos before charging, and the comrades under cover immediately stop advancing to provide fire suppression for subsequent comrades.
In this way, the two groups cross forward, maintaining fire suppression on the enemy, and at the same time, they can quickly approach the enemy. Once they get close, they can exert the powerful close combat effectiveness of the new army.
The French rangers never imagined that the big fish caught in the net was actually a shark, and they actually dared to charge back. They had no time to reload their ammunition, so all the rangers had no choice but to draw their pistols and sabers and prepare to fight hand-to-hand with these Chinese.
The French's arrogance finally paid a bloody price. When two groups of Chinese soldiers approached them, what awaited them was not a hand-to-hand fight, but three black grenades.
Now the weapons and equipment of Xiao Letian's new army have been upgraded several times. The grenades made of bamboo tubes in the past have been replaced by thin cast iron melon grenades. Even the ignition device has been changed to a flint firing device, so there is no need for a fire starter to light it.
Three grenades rolled in the air and fell into the enemy's formation. Boom boom boom... After three violent explosions, six of the dozen rangers were killed, and the rest were all injured.
"Super Knife... Pick them to death..." Yi Wang took the lead and rushed over, but at this time Xiao Letian shouted from behind, "Don't kill them. We didn't come to Europe to create conflicts. Remember our mission... "
At the critical moment, Xiao Letian stopped the massacre. King Yi and his men looked at these dizzy French rangers fiercely, spitting out a mouthful of thick phlegm.
"Bah! This kind of rubbish actually captured the city of Beijing? I really thought it had three heads and six arms. It turns out that even if it is shot, it will die!"
Having said this, King Yi rushed forward and hit the backs of the heads of the soldiers who were still alive, knocking them unconscious with one punch each. But at this moment, more outflanking French soldiers rushed out of the grape fields.
In French, "jirguala" refers to the sound of scattered musket shooting. In an era when smokeless gunpowder was not yet popular, each shot could reveal the position of a soldier, and it was like a mist rising in the grape fields.
"Retreat, we can't be entangled anymore. These soldiers are attacking in a skirmish line. The firepower is too scattered. We are no match..."
Under the command of Paul, the smuggling team fought and retreated. They relied on the rocks in the hilly area to shoot at the enemy, and under the cover of cross fire, they quickly retreated to the east.
Xiao Letian supported Ping'er, and Huniu supported Fangguan. The whole family ran panting, and they were knocked down by rocks from time to time. Xiao Letian's forehead was bruised.
"I'm sorry, sir, I originally wanted to take you on your honeymoon, but in the end, you were turned into a homeless dog... Ahem, cough, cough, when we escape France, I will definitely give you the most perfect trip..."
Ping'er had no time to listen to the master's bragging now. She cried and said, "What the hell is this place? There are foreign devils who want to eat people everywhere. I quit, I want to go home..."
"Stop crying!" Huniu showed her grandeur at this time, and her words scared Ping'er to the point where he held back his tears.
"Why didn't you cry when everyone was clamoring to follow us out? Now that you know you are afraid, what have you done? There are so many people running for our lives. If you can't help, don't add to the chaos..."
Huniu's scolding made Xiao Letian speechless. He could only secretly smile at Ping'er apologetically, and then helped her move forward.
After an encounter with the rangers, plus a chase and shooting with the army soldiers, time passed quickly. When the sun hung overhead and the time pointed to twelve o'clock at noon, Pierre finally arrived with reinforcements.
"Stop shooting! Everyone stop shooting... Chinese people on the other side, please don't be afraid. We have no ill intentions and we will never hurt you..."
When Paul heard this, he was so angry that he twisted his mouth. In an encounter just now, three Prussian intelligence officers were killed and two Chinese guards were injured. How can you say that there is no malice in this? It's just shameless.
Paul raised his pistol and fired three shots in the direction of Pierre's shouting, "Go away, you damn French guys!"
