War is a contest of national strength, technology, military quality, and resourcefulness, but it is also a contest of wills.
Do you dare to fight? Do you want to risk your life to fight? If you don't have such a breath in your heart, then even if you are backed by the most powerful military industry, you will be given good weapons to use, and you will be matched with the number one commander in the universe. I'm afraid the result is also a loss.
When the Chinese shouted and rushed out of the trenches with bayonets in hand, all the Austrian troops present subconsciously rubbed their eyes. They even thought they were hallucinating.
"Am I dazzled? How dare the Chinese countercharge? Two battalions of troops actually dare to countercharge against one of our divisions? How dare the infantry countercharge against the cavalry? How dare a group of rookie recruits dare to countercharge against artillery fire?"
No one can give the answers to these questions, but even if they don't believe their eyes, when the killing begins, they have to admit that this group of Chinese people are completely different from the Chinese people in their traditional concepts.
The old count was frightened. He was either surprised or frightened. In the eyes of these European nobles, it was impossible for China, a backward and ignorant country, to have heroes. Hundreds of years of Manchu enslavement had long since The nation has lost its bloody courage.
But today, this group of Chinese people used their own sacrifices and lives to reveal to them a bloody fact. The European views are all wrong. The bloody courage of the Chinese people has always been there, and all they want is an opportunity.
Countless Austrian noble officers couldn't help but think to themselves. If they put themselves in their shoes and were the commanders of the two battalions and faced the siege of a heavy armored division, would they dare to risk their lives to carry out this counterattack?
This question makes countless people feel extremely tormented. If you ask them personally, the response you will get will be very firm and affirmative, but deep down in their hearts, their true thoughts are not intelligible to outsiders.
The soldiers will follow the general, and the grass will follow the wind! If the lieutenant officers in the special-purpose battalion were shouting "Come on me" instead of "Come on me", none of these new recruits who had just stepped onto the battlefield would be able to jump out and charge back.
But today, the lieutenant officers didn't even hesitate at all. They were the first to jump out of the trenches and exposed themselves to the hail of bullets. It was they who inspired these recruits with their blood and made all the brothers in the special mixed camp twist together. A rope, risking life and death to follow it.
The cavalry on the opposite side were also startled by the sudden charge of the Chinese, but then their hearts were filled with ecstasy. The cavalry has a natural advantage against infantry. This is the valuable experience accumulated by mankind through thousands of years of war.
"Warriors! This group of madmen actually dare to charge back at us. They actually try to engage in hand-to-hand combat with us! We give them this opportunity and hack them to death with our sabers..."
"Kill!" The cavalry group galloping on the battlefield roared and ran straight into the special forces battalion soldiers.
A shocking scene appeared. Just when the two groups of soldiers were about to collide, dozens of Eastern officers suddenly sped out from the special mixed battalion. The one with the strongest posture at the head was Xiao Letian. Xiang Shaolong, Mr. Long's personal guard.
"After nine rounds and eighteen falls, have you forgotten the laying down sword skills left by your ancestors? The basic skills taught by our ancestors are the ones we use today..."
Long Ye rushed forward like a rolling rubber ball sticking to the ground. Although he didn't have a steel knife in his hand, the two engineering shovels he clenched tightly in his hand were more useful than steel knives.
Although the sharp tempered steel edge is not edged, it is enough to cut off the hooves of a high-speed charging horse when swung with force. Master Long danced his hands like hot wheels, and countless horses' hooves were chopped off with the engineer's shovel. The war horses screamed and fell to the ground.
Xiao Letian looked at the scenes on the battlefield with joy and said in a hoarse voice, "These idiots, you can't believe it. The soldiers I lead are all veterans who have fought in the Heavenly Rebellion. Which one of them doesn't have a green forest background? Lying on the ground Swordsmanship and ground-lying boxing are not advanced skills. They are all taught in the military books written by Qi Jiguang in the Ming Dynasty. Do you think we don’t know how to do it..."
"Hehehe... The biggest threat to the Chinese nation for thousands of years is the cavalry of the northern nomads. The experience we have accumulated in infantry defeating cavalry is more than you Europeans can imagine... cough, cough, cough!"
Xiao Letian was deeply wounded by the shell, but his will to fight did not weaken, but became stronger and stronger.
On the battlefield at this time, infantry and cavalry had officially collided. Although countless Eastern masters used strange tactics to disrupt the rhythm of the cavalry charge, there were more than 300 cavalry in front of them. The potential energy accumulated in one charge It's not something that can be resolved easily.
Countless horses rolled to the ground, countless cavalrymen fell in the mud, countless cavalrymen leaped high and rushed into the crowd, and countless more cavalrymen turned their horses' heads to find opportunities.
During the collision, infantrymen could be seen being knocked away everywhere, and bayonets could be seen piercing the bodies of cavalry everywhere. The heart-breaking squeaking sound of steel cutting across human bones was even more frightening.
This is purely a game of life-for-life. In a trance, time goes back a hundred years, and the scene in front of people actually overlaps with the shadow of the medieval cold weapon legions fighting.
If we had to find the difference between the two, it would be that the fight in front of us was more terrifying and more brutal.
"Stop the bombardment and protect our cavalry..." Brigadier Pengka subconsciously issued the order. He saw with his own eyes that several artillery shells exploded among the cavalry groups, killing them regardless of whether they were enemies or friends.
There was a demon in Pengka's heart that kept whispering, "Fire, keep firing, kill them regardless of whether we are the enemy or not. You have more people and you can withstand such casualties. That is the best way to win..."
But next to the devil's voice, there was another voice reminding him, "No, absolutely! Indiscriminate bombing without distinction between the enemy and ourselves. 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 Realm, and no one will believe you..."
There was not much time for Pengka to think about it, because at this moment, an incredible reversal had occurred on the battlefield.
"Remnant Blood Flag! The Prime Minister raised the Residual Blood Flag with his own hands! Hahaha...that's all, let's die here today!" Countless Chinese shouted the three characters of the Residual Blood Flag, and all Europeans didn't know that What kind of curse was it? They just felt that this group of people suddenly transformed into devils, and their fighting power doubled.
"Look! What kind of flag is that on the high ground? What are the Chinese doing?" Under the gaze of tens of thousands of pairs of eyes, a broken identification flag with black letters on a white background and full of holes was slowly raised.
This is a vertical Japanese-style recognition flag, with three large characters "Xiao Letian" written in thick ink from top to bottom. It was written by His Highness King Yi himself. It inspired the Han and indigenous people in the city to bravely fight on that bloody night. The battle zodiac sign identifies the flag.
There are countless dark spots of different sizes on the fluttering flag. Only veterans know that they are countless splashes of blood. There are also those burnt corners and holes pierced by bullets, all reminding everyone at any time how they embarked on this road of no return for hegemony.
Xiao Letian has now left the bunker, climbed up the trench and stood high on the battlefield. He was crying and didn't care whether the people below could hear it. He was just venting his emotions hysterically.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" here……"
"The residual blood flag has been raised, and we have no chance to retreat. Now we can only die together, and we can only use our killing to frighten the hearts of these beasts... I, Xiao Letian, have fulfilled my promise, hahaha... still Remember the promise I made to you?"
"Then we will take you to death together! Die in Europa, and use our sacrifice to leave an eternal scar in the memory of all Europeans! Let them remember this killing for a thousand years! Let them never dare Touch this sore spot! Let them think of us when they want to bully China again!"
"This is the value of our death, this is the only purpose for us to come to this world! I will sacrifice my blood to Xuanyuan, and I will sacrifice my life to Huaxia! You can rest assured to walk in the front, I will not live an ignoble existence..."
At this point, Xiao Letian took out the pistol presented by President Lincoln, put it on his temple and shouted towards the battlefield, "If anyone dares to be a deserter, I will die in front of you! I will win, we China As long as people win, as long as one of us is alive, defeat will never belong to us..."
At this moment, a cry suddenly came from Xiao Letian's side, "Ah! Let's do it, let's do it! You Chinese are willing to die, and we Prussians are not cowards... What are all the civilian officers doing in a daze?" The copycat rushes forward!"
This is the voice of Jonas. His only task now is to be the coordinator between Xiao Letian and Prussia, and he also serves as an interpreter. This Nordic knight who was an envoy was obviously a typical civil servant, but today he was infected by Xiao Letian's desperate aura. He picked up a Mauser and rushed towards the trench.
Behind him are five or six civilian officials. They are the coordinators specially assigned by Bismarck to Xiao Letian. They have only one task: to help Xiao Letian coordinate the relationship with various departments in Prussia. They are responsible for both military and civil affairs. to communicate.
These government officials who did not even have military rank were moved to tears by this momentum. They picked up their rifles one by one, mounted bayonets and rushed forward with Jonas.
"This is our Prussian national war. Why should we let the Chinese die? If we don't participate in the war, I will not be able to hold my head up for the rest of my life. I will condemn myself to death..."
The blood-remnant flag whistled in the wind. Xiao Letian watched the people around him rush to the battlefield one by one. He held the hand of the revolver without any hesitation. He was not kidding. If the entire army was really wiped out this time, then This means that all his plans have been completely shattered, and his dream of rejuvenating the nation will be completely shattered.
The man has no dreams in his heart. Even if he is alive, he is just a walking corpse. That kind of life is not what Xiao Letian wants.
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