"Come on, sir, we will cover you..." When Xiao Letian walked out of the long slope and stepped on the stone slab of the sewer, the three soldiers who stayed in the kitchen for cover finally exchanged fire with the enemy.
"Shoot, kill these French guys..." Spencer tilted his fire towards the door. The policeman, who was only equipped with a pistol, suddenly suffered a hidden loss. The three people who rushed to the front were beaten to death on the spot.
"It's the army, it's the regular army... God, it's the Zhongguan regiment written in the Hamburg newspaper!" The secret police and intelligence officers who rushed into the villa took cover and drew their guns to fight back.
"This is war, these damn Chinese have declared war on us... You losers surrounded us from the garden and attacked from the window.
Amidst the chaotic shouting, the row of glass windows facing the garden in the kitchen was suddenly covered by a dense rain of bullets. Broken glass fell down with a crash, and the pots and pans on the stove were rattled by bullets.
"Lie down, don't shoot at them, bring them into the house and fight with them hand to hand..." A new soldier took out a bottle of Molotov cocktail from his arms, lit it with the flames on the stove and threw it to the Inside the corridor.
"Burn it, burn it with fire, defend the windows with all your strength, and prepare for close combat..." Three foreign legionnaires leaned against the cupboard, with the broken window above their heads, and bullets flying in.
Beside them, the flames had already engulfed the corridor, and there was no longer any need to worry about defense.
"Send your order, don't get entangled, withdraw immediately, and enter the tunnel immediately..." Noheita's shout came from down the slope.
The three soldiers looked at each other, then looked up at the dense rain of bullets, and each said with a wry smile, "Should we leave? Or should we stay? This is the territory of the French. They can mobilize endless reinforcements. They can save you now." There is only time..."
"Yes, even if the three of us can only delay it for three minutes, we may be able to save your life. Dorje has become a god. He can enjoy the worship of future generations, aren't we qualified?"
"Young Master... please take good care of the Prime Minister, we are here, we will not leave..."
Hyoutaro was going crazy. He stood in the sewer and looked at the long corridor, as if it was the passage between Yin and Yang. Above his head were his comrades who had trained and fought with him, but today they made the same choice as Duoji.
"Fools, you are all fools... Kojiro, Kayemon, Shinsuke! How can you be so stupid, how dare you disobey orders... Ooooh!"
At this time, Noheita ran back from the front and said, "What's going on? Why haven't they withdrawn yet?"
"Not coming back, they decided not to come back, they chose Yusui..." Hyoutaro knelt down in the muddy water with a snap and choked with sobs.
Nohira knows these new army soldiers who are pirates and wild samurai very well, and he understands even more how strongly these people want to change their destiny. Japan has no chance to improve its social status at all. Xiao Letian can make them become the most elite new army in East Asia. This kind of kindness is boundless.
Dorje's death was the fuel that ignited the emotions of these Japanese people. These new soldiers have fallen into an unreasonable mental state.
"Let's go, Hyoutaro, since they chose Tamazui, we must respect their choice..." Noheita yelled at the top of his head, "I'll leave the matter to you, there will definitely be you in the Ryukyu War Temple." Spiritual position! Have a good journey..."
"Goodbye Noheita! Goodbye Young Master! Goodbye New Army! Goodbye Prime Minister..." The shouting stopped abruptly, and bursts of beast-like roars suddenly came from overhead.
The French shooting stopped, and a secret policeman jumped in through the broken window. They never expected that there were three murderers hiding in the kitchen.
The sharp sword was as fast as lightning. The leading policeman was cut in half on the spot, and the following few were not much better. The extremely sharp sword cut off their heads and pierced their beating hearts.
"White soldiers fighting...charge, rush out..." Three Japanese samurai eliminated six French policemen in an instant, and then three grenades were thrown down the corridor. Amidst the booming sound of explosions, thick smoke filled the entire place. kitchen.
As soon as Pierre and Sharif ran to the scene, they saw such a thrilling scene. In the smoke-filled kitchen, three figures broke out of the window and actually launched a counterattack against the besieging French police.
"Give the ducks...white soldiers, white soldiers..." This is the foreign legion envisioned by Xiao Letian. It selects the mercenaries with the most fighting will and uses the most primitive killings to attack the enemy's nerves and demoralize them at the most critical moment. .
The police officers present had encountered such a fighting style before. They even felt like they had returned to the primitive North African tribe and were being hunted by a group of savages.
The three soldiers screamed strangely and rushed into the crowd. Even if the bullets penetrated his body, their expressions did not change at all. The swords were splashing with blood, and the three soldiers quickly disrupted the French army's formation.
"Beasts! These are a group of wild beasts..." The hands of the policemen who fired the shots started to shake. They kept retreating, with deep fear in their eyes.
Fighting with white soldiers can indeed damage the enemy's morale, but it cannot change the outcome of defeat. After a charge, the three Japanese new soldiers were all hit by at least five bullets, and their last vestiges of energy flowed away along with the blood from the bullet holes.
Three swords supported the ground, and blood dripped down. Before their death, all three of them had hallucinations in front of their eyes. What a beautiful Naha beach it was. The Shimazu family's battleships were firing desperately on the sea, and the Shuri Castle was ablaze.
The brave pirates and wild samurai rushed to the bow of the ship and launched an attack on the enemy. Everyone screamed with excitement as they watched the previously aloof samurai lords die in their own hands.
The scene in front of them changes like a revolving lantern, including military posture training under the scorching sun, stealth competition under the harassment of mosquitoes, and shooting and physical training day and night.
It was a painful and happy memory. It is enough for a good man to have such a memory in his life. Recalling the adoring gazes of the entire Naha people, the three warriors could not help but smile slightly.
"It's too scary. These are the devils of hell. They are still laughing. They can still laugh even when they are about to die...raise your gun and shoot them to death..."
"My lord, have a good journey. We can only accompany you in your career so far..." After a burst of intense gunfire, the three new soldiers at the rear died in a foreign country.
When the gunfire rang out, Xiao Letian's heart ached. He covered his heart with his right hand and grabbed Mr. Long's shoulder with his left hand. He was speechless in pain.
"Sir! How are you doing, sir?" A group of people gathered around.
"It's okay, I'm okay... Did Kojiro and the others disobey the order to retreat? Are they unable to come back? You guys talk..." Xiao Letian looked at everyone's expressions and sighed in pain.
"A weak country has no diplomacy. This is a weak country without diplomacy! If the French dare to put a country's prime minister under house arrest, aren't they just bullying us who are weak? If we come to Europe in a powerful warship, look at who among them would dare to be disrespectful!"
"Let's go, don't let Kojiro and the others sacrifice in vain. Every drop of blood cannot be shed in vain. Our cause can only succeed but never fail!" After saying this, Xiao Letian pushed away Mr. Long who was supporting him and strode forward.
The sound of gunfire was the signal. When the battle in the villa was coming to an end, the city council not far to the north suddenly burst into flames. The sewer manhole cover was pushed open, and countless figures emerged from it.
"Where are the demolitioners? Get ready. Blow open the door of the Parliament. Prepare a lot of explosives...Grenades and Molotov cocktails are for me to use in order to save my life. Don't keep them...We have to attract all the main forces of France..."
The more than 80 New Army soldiers led by Xiao Hexin really caught the enemy by surprise. Bags of various sizes were placed on the pillars of the city council, as well as at the bottom of the load-bearing walls. These explosives were fully consumed Two hundred kilograms of potent.
This is not ordinary granulated black powder, this is high-potency gunpowder produced by Nobel Company. As long as Xiao Hexin lights the fuse, the entire city council will definitely be wiped out.
Xiao Hexin's sudden attack caught the French by surprise. The police guarding the city council did not fire three shots in total before being dispersed by the new army. When Xiao Hexin stood on the steps of the door of the parliament, everyone has been installed.
"Damn it, you dare to imprison my family. I will make you remember this explosion for a hundred years..." The long fuse was lit by Xiao Hexin, and the soldiers began to attack to the north of the city. Behind them were more than two hundred people. Police officers surrounded them.
Just when these French police were about to approach the city council, suddenly a fast horse rushed over from the south. Pierre shouted loudly on the horse, "Stop, everyone, stop moving forward, there is an ambush... This is the enemy's suspicion." Plan!"
The shrill shouts silenced all the police, and people subconsciously stopped. At this moment, a ball of fire shot into the sky from the parliament building, and a huge explosion woke up all the sleeping French people.
The shock wave swept across two blocks. Pierre was overturned by the air wave, and the horse pressed tightly on him. The policemen around him were even more shocked, with countless people holding their heads and rolling on the ground.
"God, these Chinese are so crazy. They actually mean it. They don't show mercy at all. Are they declaring war?"
The explosion in Besançon alarmed the garrison outside the city. A battalion of the French army woke up from their sleep. The shrill bugle sounded in the air, the chaos of military boots trampled on the ground, and the officers gathered the troops like crazy.
"It's the Prussians, it's definitely them. They want to kidnap Chinese diplomats. They're going to war with France... Boys, come out with your glory, march quickly to catch up and destroy those Prussians..."
Under the leadership of their respective commanders, the squad and platoon companies began to march towards the city. As soon as they reached the edge, they encountered a large group of strange troops wearing blue military uniforms.
"Boys, everything is according to our plan. The French army has indeed dispatched... When the two armies meet, the brave will win. Open fire! Avenge your lord, avenge the Old Summer Palace six years ago!"
Sima Yun had already laid an ambush on the outskirts of the city, and even dug foxholes in the soft sky and earth. More than a hundred New Army soldiers were already prepared, waiting for these death-defying ghosts.
"Incendiary bombs are ready...illuminate the battlefield...the feast of killing has begun, brothers, eat to your heart's content..." No one expected that Sima Yun actually had a black sense of humor. In his melodious cry of killing, Countless Molotov cocktails flew into the enemy formation, and the battlefield instantly became bright.
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