"Devil! You are all devils! You are trying to drive us all away!"
Alfred went completely crazy, and there was almost a one-sided massacre in front of him. The surrender completely disturbed the Belgians, but looking at the crazy killing energy of the Chinese soldiers, it seemed that they did not want to let him go.
"Warriors of the empire... fight to the death here... We have no retreat... The enemy will not let us go..."
"Come out with the last glory! Now we only fight for glory... fight back!"
Alfred raised his saber and jumped into the water and swam towards the nearest fighting place. Under his encouragement, countless French troops rushed to support the fighting buildings regardless of their own safety, and some even launched a countercharge against the enemy.
Xiao Letian couldn't bear to watch the tragedy at this moment. The Chinese and Belgian coalition forces relied on their ample ammunition to stand on buildings and ships and shoot at the French army from a distance.
Those soldiers who struggled to swim forward in the flood were often shot one by one before they could reach their positions.
Many times, one or two French soldiers who slipped through the net jumped into the building and launched a desperate attack on Chinese soldiers who were ten times their size. Their eyes no longer had the luxury of living. They just wanted to die quickly, and the best was When he is about to die, he will pull a few more people to support his back.
Alfred struggled forward in the water. He kicked a window to pieces, grabbed the window sill with his hand, and jumped in. He held a scepter in his left hand and a saber in his right hand, and went down the stairs to the third floor.
"Fight to the last soldier...We definitely don't want to be slaughtered sheep...We would rather die on the way to charge than get shot in the back..."
"Kill!" Alfred was followed by a group of other officers. They jumped to the second floor of the only hotel in the town and followed the stairs to attack the roof.
But he never expected that as soon as Alfred rushed outside the corner, he saw a rope flying out like a snake, and it caught his neck.
The rope buckle suddenly tightened, and Alfred's vision went dark and he couldn't breathe!
"This guy is a high official. The head of state wants us to capture a group of officials and high-ranking nobles... capture them alive. This guy is surrounded by people with titles!"
The Dragon Guards had been keeping an eye on Alfred for a long time. As soon as this guy jumped into the water, more than a dozen Dragon Guards lurked toward him. Under the strict orders of these Dragon Guards, the Chinese snipers let the sniper kill him. A great opportunity, with my pockets open waiting for them to get in.
The Dragon Guards who were carefully selected and trained by Mr. Long himself were all good at single combat and melee attacks. It was easy to capture a few alive from the rebel army.
Nooses, anesthetic darts, silk fishing nets... there are countless special hidden weapons you can think of and unexpected. The last batch of big fish following Alfred were all caught.
The struggling Alfred wanted to resist, but a dark object flew out of the window, fell into the room, and exploded with a muffled bang.
Choking white smoke filled the room, and everyone suddenly felt dizzy. There was still a spicy and irritating smell in their mouths and noses, they coughed violently, and their saliva and nasal mucus flowed uncontrollably.
What kind of fighting ability does such a person have? Countless people knelt on the ground and retched desperately!
Alfred lay on the ground, his face tilted and his eyes looking at the bizarre things outside the window. It was like a nightmare, in which his men were attacked by demons from hell.
The sound of gunfire became extremely distant, and death became a trance game... Familiar figures were shot one after another, and then fell into the water, and the tragic Marseillaise sounded in the distance.
"Forward... sons and daughters of the motherland... rise up..."
"Have you heard...the ferocious soldiers are howling in the land of the motherland..."
"He rushed to your side...killed your children and wife..."
"Rise up... rise up..."
Alfred fainted from the poisonous smoke. This was his honor and his misfortune. Fortunately, he no longer had to watch the last tragic scene of his men.
Unfortunately, even if he is captured, he will inevitably die!
Alfred and a group of senior officers were captured, marking the end of the campaign.
This bloody massacre completely destroyed the French Cavalry Corps, and the final tragic scene was recorded by the photographers accompanying the army.
The last forty or so French cavalrymen, surrounded by the imperial flag, stood alone on the roof of the large winery. They had no hope of survival. All of them had run out of bullets and even cut off their sabers.
They were surrounded by Belgian troops, while the Chinese soldiers stood back and watched the scene in front of them from a distance.
The imperial flag was flying, and these last French cuirassiers of the Praetorian Guard showed no trace of timidity. They despised all the enemies in front of them and sang the Marseillaise that had inspired generations of people.
"Watching a group of foreign invaders... lording it over our land..."
"Look at our noble soldiers...being beaten by mercenaries..."
"Arm our compatriots...organize the team..."
"Rise up! Rise up! Use the dirty blood of the enemy... to make a dung basket for fertile fields."
"Fight to the death! Long live the Empire!"
There are two common languages in Belgium, one is Dutch and the other is French. Especially in the south of Belgium, almost everyone speaks French.
The Marseillaise played by this group of cavalry immediately angered these Belgians, "God punish you, damn beasts! It's just our Belgian territory, and you are the invaders!"
"Shoot! Kill them..."
Bang bang... the soldier pulled the trigger, and the bullets flew towards the last group of French soldiers. Then the entire battlefield fell into silence, and the world returned to tranquility.
The corpses of the French cavalry were piled next to the imperial flag like a huge tomb, while the broken flag still fluttered helplessly in the wind.
Xiao Letian rubbed his eyes and sighed, "They are all warriors! Although we are the enemy and we are on both sides, their aura of disregarding death and their patriotic spirit deserve our respect!"
"There is no difference between justice and evil in war. It's just that nations and countries want to do better!"
"Everything in the world is bustling for profit!"
"Pass my order to stop fighting from now on and clear the battlefield... all French wounded soldiers will be treated immediately!"
"No more killing. Let's stop the killing today... We will only deal with the culprit, not the coercion!"
As Xiao Letian's order was issued, there was a sudden commotion on the battlefield. The order was issued to every unit. The Belgian soldiers, who had been arrogant just now, were suddenly controlled by the Chinese soldiers.
"Okay, okay! Brothers, go down and rest...the battle is over...collect all the weapons and ammunition!"
"What are you looking at me for? What are you looking at? Is this gun yours?"
A group of Chinese soldiers, despite the protests of the Belgians, forcibly took away their weapons, and the defeated soldiers were disarmed again.
