Xiao Letian has not been to the frontline battlefield for a long time. Ever since he officially became the head of state of the Chinese nation, his right to visit the battlefield in person has been deprived of by the entire Chinese civil and military group.
He is the leader of the entire Chinese race. Whether spiritually or in reality, the Chinese race cannot live without him. However, Xiao Letian has an adventurous spirit and even a somewhat mischievous attitude in his heart.
At this moment, Sima Yun, Wang Huaiyuan and other senior generals are not around, and no one who can persuade him is around, so he can't control himself.
He had just left the formation in the name of inspecting the battlefield. Several Prussian translators and liaison officers thought that the Führer was just surveying the terrain, but they did not expect that the Führer bypassed the enemy's camp and made a large detour from the north to directly penetrate into the enemy's camp. rear.
To the northeast of the Spicillin Highlands, there is a cliff about fifteen meters high. Although it is only five stories high, it is a natural chasm for ordinary soldiers. Therefore, the French army did not set up a defense here at all. There is a small group of wandering sentinels.
When the fighting on the front line became more and more intense, the sentinels' thoughts were not here. They were all eager to know the outcome of the battle ahead.
But they didn't expect that the god of death had already touched their backs. Several ghost figures quietly climbed up the cliff and approached behind them with small steps.
The attacker pounced, and the two sentries were thrown to the ground. The second they fell to the ground, the Nate team had already broken their necks.
The corpse hit the ground softly and made a slight sound!
"Who's behind..." A corporal turned to ask, only to hear a muffled sound, and the short arrow shot by the * pierced his throat!
"Safe...safe...safe here..."
Soon, strong figures appeared on the rope ladder. The special operations team members who came up quickly took control of the side of the cliff. After a while, Xiao Letian's head emerged from below.
"The French are really confused. How can such a huge flaw be defended by no one?" Xiao Letian licked his lips and laughed as he listened to the sound of gunfire in the distance and the visible light of fire.
"Brothers, have you seen the old castle a hundred meters ahead? That's Rosenberg, a small medieval castle. The enemy's command center is right there!"
"There are 25,000 French troops surrounding Rosenberg, and the morale of the troops has been shaken at this moment!"
"I will lead you in a beheading operation! Although we only have 500 people now, as long as we use it skillfully, we can achieve results that tens of thousands of legions cannot achieve!"
"Gather the troops together and use them to blow open the north gate of Rosenberg, attack it and set it on fire violently!"
"As long as the enemy's command center is in chaos, as long as a raging fire breaks out, the more than 20,000 French troops will definitely be in chaos!"
"On a dark and windy night, if you don't kill people and set fires, it won't be in vain! Let's do it..."
Ten ladders hung down from the cliff more than 100 meters long. More than 500 special operations team members were ready for battle. At Xiao Letian's order, these dark elves lowered their figures and approached the castle like ghosts.
At this time, the Prussian army translators were free. They did not dare to shout loudly and walked to Xiao Letian to complain in a low voice, "Führer, are you going crazy? We will be sent to a military court if you turn around!"
"No, no... I will provide you with testimony, just say that I coerced you, and the blame is not on you!"
"Watch the show, this castle will soon turn into a place for fireworks displays on summer nights..."
The battlefield situation at this moment is clear at a glance. Rosenberg occupies a high ground. To the southeast of him is a forest and gentle slope. The main position of the Prussian attack is here.
In a day of fierce fighting, countless big trees were blown to the ground, and the damaged fortifications were strewn with corpses. The enemy and we took advantage of the complex terrain to shoot at each other.
From time to time, both sides would organize death squads to launch attacks again and again!
More than six hours of continuous fighting focused the attention of the entire French army here. However, on the cliff to the northwest of the highland, no one realized that there was danger here.
The distance from Rosenberg to the cliff is only more than a hundred meters, and there are grass and rocks everywhere. There are only some sentries and logistics officers and soldiers here stacking some supplies.
These non-combatants were no match for the special forces members. Countless people had their throats cut in the darkness, and they died without even a scream.
Soon the Chinese soldiers reached the north gate. The soldiers looked for cover and pointed their guns at the city head, while four demolition engineers rushed to the city gate with guns on their backs.
The wooden door is made of hardwood covered with iron bars. It must be more than 200 years old. It is thick and has a lock and a deadbolt on the inside.
What the engineers brought were the latest demolition guns from Nobel* Company, which were specially used to break up mountains and blast rocks, and were most suitable for dealing with this kind of castle.
A full 20 kilograms of gunpowder was tied up, and the long gun was dragged out more than ten meters. The engineers ignited the gun and quickly retreated back.
The burning tongues of fire suddenly alerted the sentries on the city wall!
"What is it? Look, there is something burning down there..."
"Oh God, yes, is there an enemy sneak attack..."
"Blow the bugle, blow the bugle quickly..."
The ticking bugle sounded on the city wall. Frossard in the castle was stunned at that time. "What's going on? Why is the bugle blowing in the castle..."
At this moment, a loud bang was heard, and the entire Rosenberg shook. Hundreds of years of dust above his head fell rustlingly, scattering all over the map.
The candle was knocked over, and the flames ignited the documents. The civilian officials were so frightened that they quickly pressed them with their bodies. There were screams of terror everywhere in the headquarters.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! The enemy came in from the north gate..."
Bang bang bang... The answer to the call was a burst of intensive gunfire. The special operations team rushed through the flames of the city gate and pierced the French army's headquarters like a sharp knife.
"Counterattack! Where is the guard company! Counterattack... Damn it, how did this happen? Could it be that they have wings?"
Of course, he doesn't have wings, but he does have several pairs of iron claws specially designed for climbing the city, including several sets of body-refining techniques carefully selected by Master Long.
Xiao Letian has also met many martial arts masters. Of course he knows that those shown in the movie are all fake, and people cannot fly on the top of grass and trees.
However, ancient Chinese martial arts were extensive and profound, and some sects did have techniques to make light of their bodies by utilizing tools and terrain features! Yanzimen in Cangzhou is one of the representatives of the Northern School.
There is no need to learn all their skills, as long as you can learn half of them, then it is not a problem to climb a fifteen-meter-high cliff with the help of some tools.
The French guard company began to rush toward the north gate, but they never expected that the surprise attack would not be dozens or one or two hundred people, but a full five hundred Chinese special forces members.
