The sky and the earth are desolate, and at the end of your vision is the dark land of France. You can even see the hills and fields, and you can also see the lights of familiar villages.
As for his home, the few houses left by his ancestors are on a small slope more than a hundred meters away from the border. There is a wife and children there, and there should be a sumptuous dinner left for him on the table at this moment.
What a familiar scene, but today there are countless disharmonious factors.
War horse! As far as the eye can see, there are all war horses, and the light of the torches has merged into a river, extending from Belgium to the border of France.
cavalry! French cavalry were everywhere, the patterns on the metal breastplates danced in the light of the flames, and the sound of rifles and sabers clashing was like a strong wind blowing across the wilderness.
What's even more strange is that the army is unusually quiet. All the soldiers are silent. Even the war horses have something stuffed in their mouths and there is not even a neighing sound from the war horses.
His home has been surrounded, and the yard is full of light from torches. His wife, son, and grandson are surrounded by soldiers in the yard, as if they are being questioned.
The little grandson was crying in the arms of his daughter-in-law, and the French officers did not know what they were shouting.
Suddenly, a French soldier raised his hand and slapped old Felice's son to the ground. Then a group of soldiers picked up the gun and smashed it down.
The wife and daughter-in-law rushed to hug their son and beg for mercy. The grandson knelt on the ground crying.
Old Phyllis burst into tears. Just when he was about to scream, he stretched out his hand to cover his mouth tightly, and then held back his grief and pulled Thomas back.
After retreating to the hillside, old Phyllis lay on the ground and looked at these wolf-like French troops with tears in his eyes!
Fortunately it was late at night, and fortunately the French army lit countless torches, so that old Phyllis not far away could hide in the darkness. Old Ma at home seemed to know the danger, and stood quietly behind him making no sound. None.
"This must be the French army that came to attack the head of state. There is no other possibility... They are interrogating for information. They want to know the information about the town of Syny..."
"I remember there was a checkpoint at the border. There was a squad of soldiers stationed there. Why didn't the alarm sound..."
The questions in my mind were quickly answered. In the bright courtyard, several Belgian soldiers covered in blood were pushed in. They looked like they had been tortured. They could not even stand and lay on the ground. Convulsions and vomiting blood.
A group of officers-like people in the French army were pointing at the map. Old Phyllis knew that time was running out and the enemy must be making a plan.
Old Phyllis glanced at the family members who were hugging each other and crying in the corner, and wiped away her tears fiercely, "No, I have to report to the defenders and the head of state..."
He crawled back and retreated a full twenty or thirty meters before he got up, hugged the old horse and whispered, "Don't make a sound, our lives depend on you..."
After speaking, old Phyllis gently unloaded the goods, jumped on the back of the old horse and headed straight to the north. At the same time, Alfred, the commander-in-chief of the French cavalry, finally gave the order to set off.
The cavalry army moved again, and the half-beaten Belgian defenders were killed one by one with bayonets. Fortunately, they let the family go and only tied up the farmer with ropes.
As soon as the vanguard battalion's war horses crossed the slope, a cavalryman tripped over the cargo that Old Phyllis was unloading. The soldier who was caught off guard fell to the ground with a somersault, almost cracking his ribs.
"Look... there are things on the ground... cheese, ham... and there is actually money! Report to the commander, there is something going on here!"
Alfred grabbed the money bag, grabbed a handful at random and saw a silver coin with a dragon pattern inside. Only the Chinese in the world would cast this strange wingless dragon on silver coins!
"Damn! There must be spies, or enemy sentries... We have been exposed! The whole army is moving forward at full speed!"
At 9:45 p.m., Alfred, who had broken through one kilometer of the border, issued an order for the entire army to attack. The entire road was suddenly thundered with the sound of horse hooves.
A long dragon of 10,000 cavalry charged towards the north in the light of torches, and just one kilometer in front of the army, old Phyllis was riding his old horse at home and was running wildly towards the north.
He recalled the Belgian military camp he had just passed. The peaceful scene was so terrifying when he thought about it now!
The Belgian army never expected that the French would cross the border to attack, let alone such a fast cavalry unit, so the entire camp was completely lazy and idle.
The sentry saw that acquaintances were too lazy to check the evidence. It was only after eight o'clock in the camp and many soldiers were snoring loudly. Once such a unit encountered a cavalry surprise attack, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Thinking about the small town of Syny, the world is even more peaceful. The bands and musicians from Brussels have made the Chinese army forget that they are at war.
It can be said that the entire Syni area is completely undefended, and no one is even a little vigilant!
"The French want to invade Belgium? I will never agree to it. My relatives on the other side of the border have long been complaining. Their lives under the rule of Napoleon III are not as good as one day..."
"How is it like our king who knows how to love the people and understand the sufferings of the people!"
"Damn French guys, I will never let your evil plan succeed!"
There is no harm without comparison. King Leopold II of Belgium was a very ambitious person in Xiao Letian's mouth. In real history, Leopold II ruled the Congo region extremely brutally!
His so-called African development plan under the banner of humanitarianism was actually cruel exploitation in the final analysis. In the end, even the Belgian parliament could not stand it anymore and directly voted to take over control of Congo.
But such a careerist is very friendly to his own people!
He was close to the people and knew how to make concessions. In the era of the rise of the working class movement, he did not use high pressure like other countries. Instead, he gradually recognized the political status of the working class.
It is this extremely gentle rule at home that gives him high prestige in the hearts of the Belgian people!
Coupled with the incomprehensible tricks of Napoleon III of France opposite him, such a comparison further enhances the Belgian people's sense of national identity!
It was this sense of national identity that made old Phyllis risk his life to come back to report the news, regardless of the life and death of his family!
"God bless! Please let me bring the news back! Even if I die, I must remind our troops before I die...Run away quickly, the head of state crosses the Semuwa River...hurry up!"
