In the eyes of Viscount Alan, the battlefield beneath his feet was more like a weird and inexplicable foxtrot. More than 500 Austrian death squads and more than 200 special mixed battalion soldiers were already crowded together. The two sides were pushing each other face to face, and the sharp weapons in their hands were thrust forward desperately, regardless of whether the person in front of them was dead or alive. .
The battle had reached this point, and even God could not explain the situation in front of him. The five hundred Austrian death squads faced off against only more than two hundred soldiers from the special mixed battalion, and they actually lost.
Alan watched helplessly as the thin battle formation of the Chinese pressed the Austrian army back step by step, while the most terrifying members of the sword-drawing team would launch small assaults from time to time, slashing through the death squad formation with dozens of long knives. A bloody gap will be left on it.
"How could this happen? There are obviously more of you than them, so why were you pushed back by them? Waste, you are all waste... Pengka! You bastard, you used to brag better than anyone else, how did you become this today? Are you a softie? Wuwuwu..."
Alan's spirit had collapsed. He was crying desperately on the top of the cross, and his whole body was twisting and turning like a big meat insect.
At this time, no one on the battlefield listened to his screams. The people on the high ground were fighting desperately. The onlookers on the outside were all stunned. Those 'friends' of Baron Ponka were so frightened that they all swallowed their saliva and thought to themselves. He wanted to lead troops to support Pengka, but when the words came to his mouth, he couldn't open his mouth.
Xiao Letian was already exhausted in the battle formation. His arms were as if they were filled with lead and he could not wield any weapons at all. The revolver Lincoln gave him had already used up the last bullet. He originally wanted to save one for himself. But when he got into a frenzy, he had already forgotten his previous plan.
"Press them down...cough cough cough...this is the last wave of attacks by the Austrians...they have no courage to fight anymore...cough cough cough..."
Xiao Letian's chest rose and fell violently like a bellows. The gunpowder smoke on the battlefield choked him and he coughed desperately. His throat felt as if it was about to stick together and he felt nauseous.
"My lord, step back... You are no longer needed here... The flag of the residual blood is your position. Wait until we are all dead before you go up..." Mr. Long flashed and rushed to Xiao Letian's side. He pushed him to the back of the battle formation. Although everyone said we would live and die together, at the most critical moment, the chance of survival was still left to Xiao Letian.
Now the only thing Xiao Letian could fight with was his mouth. Encouraged by his mouth, the special mixed battalion withstood the crazy attack of Baron Ponka, and was able to press the enemy back step by step. The last trace of momentum that the army had gathered was gradually worn away.
Xiao Letian cheered wildly under the flag of Canxue, and Viscount Alan roared crazily on the high cross. Looking up and down from a distance, he actually felt an inexplicable sense of joy.
However, Viscount Alan's ghostly cry only lasted for a short while and then suddenly stopped, as if a crowing rooster had been strangled by its neck. Alan's lips were trembling, and his eyes were looking at the western horizon with a look of terror.
On the hills to the west, a thin black line has appeared in Alan's sight. He is now standing at the highest point of the entire battlefield. He has the best view and cannot hide any changes on the western horizon. his eyes.
It's broken, it's completely over, that black line can't be anything else, it can only be the vanguard of the Second Corps, damn Karl has arrived, the Prussians have finally arrived, damn!
Alan's eyes were chattering, and his mind was constantly judging the situation. Now that I am standing at the highest point, I should be the first to notice the Prussian reinforcements on the battlefield. If I don't say anything, the group of people below me will not notice anything strange on the battlefield for at least ten minutes.
What can you do in ten minutes? Alan didn't know what ten minutes was enough for, but he had already seen that the differences in the Austrian army were increasing below the high ground. Another group of nobles who were close to Pengka had gathered more than two hundred death squads and were preparing to go into the battlefield. .
Two hundred people may not be too much, but killing all these tired soldiers shouldn't be a big problem. Yes, yes, I must not speak. I want this ten-minute time difference. Maybe these ten minutes are the best opportunity for revenge.
Alan was indeed a born bad guy, and even though he was already in trouble, the first thing he thought of when thinking about the problem was to lie. He saw this kid tearing his neck apart and shouting wildly at the battlefield, even if his vocal cords became hoarse.
"Kill! Austrian warriors! There are only so many of them, don't back down and fight with them... I, Alan, swear to God, I will reward the winner even if I lose everything... I have money, I am in the bank of Amsterdam I have 10,000 pounds of private money. As long as you win, I can give it all to you..."
Ten thousand pounds was an astronomical sum in the 19th century. At that time, the pound was locked to gold. One pound could be exchanged for about eight grams of gold. The annual salary of a female textile worker in London was no more than that. Twelve or thirteen pounds.
If converted in terms of purchasing power, ten thousand pounds would be equivalent to tens of millions of yuan in the previous life. Such a huge sum of money would make the entire death squads tremble.
The soldiers below the high ground also heard it. Everyone knew that Viscount Alan's family was rich, but they really didn't expect that he actually had so much money. Is his private money alone worth tens of thousands of pounds?
Sure enough, there must be brave men under the heavy reward. The number of dead soldiers on the outskirts of the highland immediately increased from 200 to 400. The crowd rushed forward without any command or shouting.
"Hahaha, there is no one in this world who doesn't bend for money. As long as I have money, there is nothing in this world that I can't buy... Hahaha, kill these Chinese people, kill them..."
Alan roared like crazy. He seemed to have seen the scene where Xiao Letian was cut into pieces. He was so excited that his whole body trembled.
With a muffled sound, Viscount Alan's screams suddenly stopped. He looked down and saw Xiao Letian, who was looking up at him with a strange look on his face, holding the brown rope.
"I, Xiao Letian, have seen countless idiots, but this is the first time I've seen an idiot like you! You don't even think about it. Your life is still in my hands, so you just yell and scream like crazy. ? Give me back ten thousand fucking pounds, it’s your ten thousand pounds that I’m going to hit..."
Xiao Letian, who was so angry, didn't know where he got the strength from. The long brown rope crackled loudly, making Viscount Alan whine non-stop and roll his eyes in pain.
Miscalculation, Alan miscalculated, he only thought about destroying Xiao Letian before the second legion arrived, he actually forgot that his life was still in their hands. Even if Xiao Letian could not escape death, I am afraid he would not be better. No matter where he goes, these Chinese people will not let him go.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. …Oh, please don’t hit me…”
"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." Alan cried like his little daughter-in-law. "I have three clipper ships in the Netherlands. Can't I transfer them all to you? Not only that, I also have a collection of many models and drawings of British battleships... Wow." Wuwu, I know you Chinese people need it, so I will give it to you, please don’t kill me..."
Xiao Letian's eyes immediately lit up when he heard this. Ouch... This man is a bitter insect and cannot be beaten without fighting! As soon as the whip comes down, there will be oil and water? No, I might be able to squeeze something out of him if I whip him a few more times.
"Go on, what other secrets do you have!" Xiao Letian became more energetic, and the whip in his hand hit him accurately and hard, making Alan cry and howl.
Facts have proven that 90% of the time, pampered young masters cannot withstand severe torture and extortion of confessions. Although they usually rely on the power of their family to fear nothing, as long as you can hurt his body and make him feel pain and fear, then they will The cowardice behind him is something you can’t even imagine.
"Don't fight... I beg you not to fight... I said, I said everything... I had an affair with the Marchioness, I also seduced the Duke's daughter... When I was six years old, I peeped at the tutor taking a bath, I Stealing money from the family at the age of seven..."
"Shut up! I don't have time to listen to your gossip, let's get to the point..." Xiao Letian's nose was so hung up that he twisted his nose. He added another three points of strength to his hand and hit Alan's lower abdomen with a whip. This was good. Alan, who was in severe pain, suffered from urinary incontinence again.
"Stop fighting...I beg you...I say, I say everything...to the west, the vanguard of the second corps from the west has arrived, and your reinforcements have arrived..."
"What!" Xiao Letian threw away his whip and jumped onto a pile of ammunition boxes. "Where's my telescope? Where's my telescope... Oops, it's over here!"
The exquisite military telescopes from the Hamburg Optical Instrument Factory were easy to use. When the dark cloud-like wave of cavalry appeared in the lenses, Xiao Letian cried, and he shed tears of worthlessness.
"Here they come... Our reinforcements are here... Prince Karl's Second Army has finally arrived... Damn it, if you're a step too late, I guess I'll have to travel through time again..."
Xiao Letian jumped up and down on the ammunition box like a madman. He pointed to the western horizon to encourage the brothers in the special mixed camp, "Brothers...work harder! The Second Corps has arrived, and tens of thousands of cavalry have already rushed over...Austria The end of man has come!"
"I ascend the mountain as a tiger, I descend into the sea as a dragon, I am a mighty hero in the world... Hahaha, I haven't run out of luck yet, this thief, God still loves me, God! Nine gods and Buddhas! You still love me..."
Xiao Letian had gone crazy, and so had his special mixed battalion. When this extremely exciting news reached their ears, all the soldiers burst into a cry at the same time. They collectively rushed forward with all their strength, and actually suppressed them in an instant. The Austrian death squads took three steps back.
All the new Hamburg recruits shouted at the Austrians face to face, "Run away! If you don't run for your lives quickly...Prince Karl's 120,000 troops have already arrived, and you have no chance of victory!"
"Retreat, for the sake of God, retreat. Is there any point in continuing the fight to this moment? We are all of the same lineage as the German nation. Is it fun to kill each other?"
"Think about your family, think about your lover, think about your unfulfilled ideals, think about the rest of your life... Is it really worth dying here?"
Under the psychological offensive of countless Hamburg recruits, the last bit of morale that Baron Penka had inspired collapsed like an avalanche, and the military formation soon collapsed.
"Don't fight. This is an invincible enemy. We won't fight..." The soldiers who lost their courage turned and ran away. They now no longer even have the courage to look back.
On July 3, 1866, at 12 o'clock in the morning, the last charge of the Thorn Flower Division was defeated. This Austrian noble army was completely defeated.
At the same time, Prince Karl's cavalry vanguard finally arrived at Stonebridge Heights.
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