The Cavalry Regiment of the Praetorian Guard, named Queen Eugenie's Cavalry Regiment, is the elite of the royal army, second only to the Emperor's Guard of Napoleon III!
These are outstanding soldiers carefully selected from all over France, and their equipment is also the most elite in France. Just looking at the horses that Wang Chen and the others captured, their eyes widened.
The sight of a tall and famous Arabian horse opened the eyes of the special operations team members who were used to seeing Asian dwarf Mongolian horses. No one thought that France was so rich that even ordinary cavalry could have such war horses.
"Good boy...who among us who has not reached the level of battalion commander or above can ride such a good war horse? It's really tempting to look at it!"
"Platoon leader, let's take them all away. I counted more than fifty horses that have not escaped!"
Wang Chen stretched out his hand and hit him on the head, "What are you thinking about? What mission are we performing now? Infiltration, you want me to bring so many big targets?"
"I don't even know where to find horse information! Besides, what did we rely on for the success of this ambush?"
"It depends on our camouflage clothes and our excellent stealth training. Once we mount the war horse, our stealth will be gone!"
"Gather the horses together first and wait for my order later..."
At this moment, a shrill scream suddenly came from not far away, "Ah... please kill me... ah!"
The scream was so miserable that everyone panicked when they heard it. Wang Chen turned around and asked, "You haven't confessed yet? It's been twenty fucking minutes!"
"No, no one expected this guy to be so tough. Four brothers took turns beating him without opening a word!"
Of the one hundred and twenty French cavalrymen, only two survived in the end, a company commander and the brave man who launched the countercharge in despair, the French cavalryman Fick.
This encounter almost created an unreplicable miracle. In the later period, Prussian military academies all regarded this encounter as a classic battle example to focus on research.
In this battle, the importance of camouflage clothing and snipers is self-evident. In addition, the Chinese attach great importance to the gun, a weapon that supplements individual firepower, which also reminded European military experts.
The six snipers shot a total of 58 French cavalrymen in this encounter, and almost everyone took ten lives. However, the final statistics showed that the six snipers only used 62 bullets.
This kind of killing efficiency is simply jaw-dropping!
This is completely the war concept of a different era. Xiao Letian has dug the essence of individual combat to the extreme and copied all the special warfare methods that he can know for future generations.
The French cavalry actually carried lances with them, which shows that their war thinking is still stuck in the Middle Ages. Such a huge era gap was the decisive factor in this wild victory.
The ambush battle was over, but the work was not over. The commando team left two survivors alive just to obtain confessions. However, they did not expect that as soon as the torture began, they encountered resistance. The French knight who counterattacked refused to do anything. explain.
Wang Chen walked around a huge oak tree that was surrounded by two people, and saw the French cavalry hanging on the trunk. A special operations team member was beating him like a human sandbag.
"Tell me where your troops are stationed..." With a bang, the iron fist hit the knight's stomach, causing him to bend at the waist in pain.
"Where are your follow-up troops... Tell me!" With a bang, the fist hit the left rib and made a clicking sound. It looked like it was either broken or the bone was cracked!
"Damn it, are you mute? Speak...speak..."
The Prussian translator next to him was also sweating anxiously. While he was translating, he also urged the cavalryman to speak quickly, but unexpectedly, the cavalryman covered in blood suddenly smiled strangely.
"Bah..." A mouthful of bloody spit was sprayed on the translator's face. "You Prussians are a disgrace to Europeans! You cooperate with Asian pig tails... you are also pigs!"
"Asshole!" The translator got angry and kicked the knight's injured leg directly!
"Ah!" The cavalryman's leg was pierced by a bayonet. The wound turned like a baby's mouth when he kicked it, and blood kept flowing down.
"You are tough, let me see how tough you can be!" The translator took out the individual soldier rations from his backpack, tore it open and took out the salt packet inside.
The snow-white salt was sprinkled on the wound pierced by the bayonet, and then he stuffed it in with his fingers!
"Ah...ah...you kill me, for the sake of God, kill me!" The cavalryman shivered in pain.
But just like that, he still didn't speak. Apart from screaming and swearing, he didn't say any useful information!
Wang Chen frowned when he saw this scene. "We are still unprofessional! If someone from the CIA was present, they would have spoken long ago..."
"Huh? No, aren't there two prisoners? Where is the French officer chief?"
After looking around, Wang Chen discovered that the French company commander was under an apple tree, with his hands tied and his eyes fearfully watching the soldiers being tortured.
"Why wasn't he tried? Why wasn't he sentenced?"
Deputy platoon leader Luo Houhou came over and said, "Pu Fang's translator refused! They said that this company commander is a viscount, and there has never been a precedent in Europe of using torture to a noble!"
"What the hell? Can't use torture? Are you kidding me... drag that bastard up here!"
Unexpectedly, the translator Frank ran over quickly and said, "Sir, you can't do this. Nobles have privileges. They have the right to avoid death on the battlefield. This is our tradition!"
"What kind of bullshit tradition is there that there are nobility and civilians when fighting? Guns have no eyes, so many people have died! Get out of the way..."
Frank's face turned red and his neck thickened with anxiety, and the Prussian stubbornness came to him. "Sir, you can't do this! Indeed... nobles died on the battlefield, because guns have no eyes, and they also suffered the same fate..."
"But among the prisoners, nobles cannot be tortured or executed privately! Haven't you heard of Washington's story?"
"When Washington, the founding president of the United States, led the coalition forces to fight the British, soldiers once targeted him while he was riding a horse! At that time, as long as he pulled the trigger, Washington would be killed on the spot!"
"But the soldier saw the opponent's general. He knew that a noble general should not die under cold gunfire, so he let the founding president of the United States go!"
"This is a tradition that has been passed down in Europe for thousands of years! You can kill nobles on the battlefield, but you cannot kill them intentionally, nor can you kill them after the war!"
"What the hell is this? Where are these bullshit rules?"
At this time, the other two translators also came forward and said together, "Sir, there really is such a rule. In the era of muskets, on the battlefield where people were queuing to be shot, it was a rule that both guns could not shoot at the opponent's commander!"
"Because commanders are all nobles! It is a European tradition not to kill nobles!"
