Just twenty minutes, twenty minutes like purgatory, for these French soldiers, it was a lifetime of separation between life and death!
The comrades who had just eaten bread and drank broth together had now turned into cold corpses. The most regrettable thing was that these corpses could not be taken back, so they could only save the injured brother first!
The stumbling soldier held his comrade's arm around his neck. The injured brother's right arm hung down weakly, with blood dripping down.
"Let me go... My injuries are too serious... The blood has dried up... You will die..."
"Don't talk... We came out of Paris together, I have to take you back with me... Hold on..."
Unfortunately, the bullet hit the comrade's armpit and damaged the blood vessel. A stream of blood flowed down his arm. At this moment, the inside of his chest armor was completely soaked with blood, and it seeped out along the gaps!
"It's so beautiful...the forest is so beautiful...but why are there so many dark elves?" The dying soldier's eyes were blurred. As he lay dying, strange elves were jumping and appearing everywhere in the green bushes in the distance.
In his mind, these elves have nothing to do with nobility and holiness, they only bring killing!
"It's... the dark elf... the elf..." Before he could finish his words, his head drooped and he died on the shoulders of his comrades.
"York...York! Brother, wake up...ah!" The tearful cavalry looked up to the sky and shouted, "Oh God! What kind of thing are we facing!"
"We are the glorious Queen's Cavalry Regiment! Fight to the death and never retreat! Fight to the death and never retreat..."
The blood-stricken cavalry put down the body of his comrade, drew his saber, turned around and walked back. He looked at the beating figures dozens of meters away and shouted like a madman.
"Come out and fight me! Come out and fight me! Cowards... you are all cowards!"
A real warrior is not afraid of death. The bullets grazed his body and shot into the distance. The escaping cavalry were knocked to the ground one after another, and the screams were endless!
But the dark elves in the dense forest seemed to have deliberately spared his life. The bullets flew past his body like eyes.
The God of Death showed a cruel smile. He seemed to be playing a game. The lives of those who escaped were harvested first, but the brave ones had the right to breathe more air.
"*...Sealing the exit of the forest...White soldiers fighting..." A strange language sounded deep in the forest, and this brave cavalry could not understand it at all.
He couldn't understand but could see. As strange languages were heard one after another in the depths of the forest, more than a dozen black lumps flew past, over his head and rushed towards the group of escaping comrades.
Bang bang bang...a series of muffled sounds, this sound was much muffled than those of high-explosive bombs. As the explosions continued to sound, the depths of the jungle were suddenly shrouded in a series of thick fog.
The air circulation in the forest was not smooth, and with the lack of wind in the past few days, these weapons quickly created a death cloud at the edge of the forest.
"No... brothers, be careful..." This brave counterattacker saw with his own eyes the dark elves rushing into the fog, followed by screams and the sound of weapons clashing.
"It's so miserable! It's so cruel! I don't even want to keep anyone alive!"
"Come out... no matter what the hell you are... come out and fight me..."
Amidst the roars like a madman, he found that the fighting sounds in the fog were getting smaller and smaller. In just five or six minutes, all the brothers who were trying to break out were silent.
Swallowing a mouthful of bloody saliva, the brave cavalry held the saber in his hand and looked around with vigilant eyes. At this moment, one second seemed like a world ago to him!
His heart was beating wildly, and he could even feel the God of Death surrounding him, and the God of Death's breath could be sprayed on his neck!
He didn't know how long it took, he felt it was a century, maybe just three or four minutes, when the voices and shadows of dark elves suddenly appeared in the surrounding dense forest and surrounded him.
These dark elves were getting closer and closer, and his fear reached an extreme level. When these ambush battles came within ten meters, he finally saw the faces of these people clearly.
"Oh God, it is indeed a group of dark elves!"
The bodies of Easterners are inherently more slender than Europeans. Even warriors who have undergone rigorous training cannot match the level of muscles in their bodies.
Once this slender body is thin, it will give people the feeling of a bamboo pole or a sick man, but if this body is full of muscles and strength, then the aura it exudes is very close to that of the elves in medieval legends.
Coupled with the terrifying killing ability of these killing gods, the murderous aura exuding from their bodies is closer to a branch of the elves, the dark elves who love killing.
"You...are you evil spirits summoned from hell by the Prussians? God will punish you! Ah..."
The brave cavalry screamed in despair, raised his saber and charged towards the nearest ambusher!
"Coward! They are all cowards who only know how to sneak attack..."
It's a pity that these dark elves have no noble spirit of knights at all. They don't give the dying man a chance to fight alone. Only a special forces member thrust out his bayonet and blocked the knight's saber.
The bayonet in the hand of another special forces member next to him thrust forward like a snake, directly piercing the knight's left thigh!
Ah... With a scream, the brave knight half-knelt on the ground and trembled in pain!
The special operations team member violently put away the knife, and the bayonet was pulled out from his thigh again, bringing out a stream of blood!
Ah... there was another scream, and another special forces member picked up the bayonet in his hand, and the saber was lifted into the air, rolling and falling to the ground.
"You...you despicable cowards...don't you even have the courage to fight? Evil ghosts..."
More than a dozen special operations team members, covered in camouflage uniforms and face paint, formed a circle and surrounded the dying man, looking at him quietly without making a move.
"Come on... do it! Coward! Evil devil!" The knight took off his helmet and shouted angrily.
At this time, another group of dark elves walked out of the gradually dissipating fog. The first one reached out and dragged a man by his hair, dragging him over on the ground.
"Stop shouting... Fike, stop shouting... they are not dark elves... nor devils..."
"They are Chinese... soldiers of the Chinese ethnic group... Xiao Letian's men..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the captured company commander began to cough violently!
Cough cough cough...vomited out a mouthful of blood!
"Chinese? Impossible! Absolutely impossible..." The brave soldier looked at the corpses on the ground after the fog dissipated. "We have the strength of a reinforced company!"
"How could 120 brothers be wiped out by so many dozens of people?"
"Impossible...impossible!" The soldier was already crazy. He couldn't believe his eyes at all.
