The military is a place that respects the strong, and soldiers' feelings for the strong are often expressed through nicknames. Many times this is the origin of the unique designations of some troops.
What kind of bloody battles have you experienced, what new tactics have you studied, and what are the characteristics of your tactical style... These can all be compiled into unit numbers. In the final analysis, they are just resounding nicknames.
The fact that the new Chinese army was able to obtain the titles of 'Dark Elves' and 'Chinese Hunters' in such a short period of time shows the important role they played in this war.
If you are not truly convinced, how could you be called such a person?
Dark Elf is a title spread by the French, while Chinese Hunter is an honorific title given to friendly forces by the Prussian Army!
These two nicknames became more and more popular, and finally became a cultural title. When people around the world became familiar with these two nicknames, it became a fixed language.
As long as future generations of military fans mention the dark elves, they will first think of the Chinese special forces!
The word "Chinese hunter" replaced all the titles of sharpshooters in European countries. This word eventually became synonymous with snipers and sharpshooters around the world.
By the 21st century, the Global Chinese Hunter Competition was held every year in Ryukyu, which was actually the World Sniper Competition in later generations.
But in this parallel world, the words sniper and sharpshooter have been forever buried in the language memory banks of various ethnic groups, replaced by the common word 'Chinese hunter'.
It can be seen from this that the performance of the batsmen in this Franco-Prussian War shocked the world!
The Spicillin Highlands are not far from Saarbrücken, and it takes more than half a day by horse. When they saw the dense circular defense positions and the castle on the highlands, the two bosses finally let out a sigh of relief.
"Fortunately, our military flags and the Chinese military flags are all there. They are safe!"
When the two big guys appeared in front of tens of thousands of Prussian troops, the newly victorious soldiers burst out with shouts of "Long live! Long live the empire! Long live victory!"
Old Moltke was originally keeping pace with Bismarck, but when he saw the cheers of the soldiers, he subconsciously lowered his horse speed and was one horse's head behind Bismarck.
This glory belongs to Bismarck. He is the chief planner of the rise of the entire Prussian Empire. All the glory the empire receives today belongs to him!
Bismarck turned back and glanced at the Chief of General Staff with a frown, "Why are you retreating? The soldiers are cheering for you!"
"No, my Prime Minister! The soldiers are cheering for you. This is the honor you deserve!"
Bismarck's face suddenly turned red. Years of hard work finally paid off today. His dream when he was young has finally come true!
He spurred his horse and ran towards the castle. Along the way, he raised his hands and responded to the soldiers, "Long live the soldiers! Long live the Empire!"
The thunderous cheers in the entire Spicillin Highlands naturally alarmed Xiao Letian in the castle. He lay on the tower and watched Bismarck running up in a majestic manner, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
"This old guy is here, and my happy time is over! I want to rush forward and have fun in the future, but I can't..."
What Xiao Letian said was not wrong at all. When Bismarck saw Xiao Letian in the castle hall, he yelled without even saying a word of congratulations.
"What on earth do you think? Why did you take the risk yourself? Are you Chinese so disobedient to your promises?"
"Before setting off from Berlin, I have been preventing you from going to the front line, but you said that you would give your soldiers the opportunity to observe and learn, and you promised several times that you would stay away from the battlefield, so I agreed to let you come to the front line!"
"But what did you do? Not only followed the frontline troops across the border, but even led the special forces team into the enemy's headquarters?"
"My God, do you know how much trouble you have caused us? If you fell into the hands of the French, all our plans would be ruined!"
At this moment, Xiao Letian even felt that Bismarck had practiced the lion's roar skill. The buzzing sound made his ears itch, and he even had to avoid the saliva sprayed from his mouth.
After enduring Bismarck's scolding for a quarter of an hour, Xiao Lecai took advantage of his breathlessness to stretch out his arms and smile shamelessly.
"Okay, my old friend, I humbly accepted your reprimand... So now, shouldn't you congratulate me on my victory?"
Bismarck and Moltke were completely out of temper by Xiao Letian's arrogance. He smiled dumbly and sighed, "You, you! You really don't look like a politician, you really look like a scoundrel..."
After saying this, Bismarck also laughed. He stretched out his arms and hugged Xiao Letian fiercely. "Although I am very angry, I have to admit... your fight was really beautiful!"
After saying that, his big hand slapped Xiao Letian desperately on the back, almost making the head of state lose his temper!
The smelly meeting was over, and Brigadier Cameco had the opportunity to report on the battlefield to the Chief of General Staff and the Prime Minister. At this time, Xiao Letian ordered a table of dishes.
"They are all seized from France, white wine from Alsace, canned tuna, Spanish ham, crispy baguettes, and Swiss cheese..."
"The food of these French soldiers is really average, but the food of the officers is really good..."
Bismarck and Moltke also had no food for most of the day. As a result, Xiao Letian handed over half a glass of white wine in one gulp, then he tore open the bread, sandwiched the cheese and ate it.
At this time, Old Moltke suddenly discovered that there were many wooden boxes piled in the corner of the castle hall. They were all brand-new wooden forks and shiny silver nails, which looked like they were newly processed.
"What is this? Is it your secret weapon?" the chief of staff asked in confusion.
Xiao Letian smiled and shook his head, "No, no, no, it's just a little bit of my personal collection, a little trophy!"
At this time, Bismarck had time to take stock of his surroundings, but he was stunned when he saw it, "Oh my god, have you looted the entire castle?"
Bismarck pointed at the roof and walls. The broken stones still had white stubble on them. All the sculptures and paintings that originally decorated the castle were missing.
The place where the oil painting was originally hung showed obvious traces of the frame. The outside was extremely old, but the inside was extremely new.
Xiao Letian smiled sheepishly and said, "As you know, I have a private museum in Ryukyu. I need a large collection. It just so happens that the castle I captured has some beautiful paintings and statues!"
"According to the rules of the victor, these are my spoils, you can't steal them from me!"
