"Frossard! His Majesty asked you why you didn't fire the cannon? What on earth are you doing..." The palace guard just rushed to the top of the tower and yelled at Frossard.
Just then there was a muffled sound...a bullet entered the palace guard's left eye socket and flew out from the back of his head. Gun and blood spurted everywhere.
Frossard trembled. Seeing the corpse of his familiar comrade lying limply on the ground, his legs began to tremble as if they were shaking.
"You think I don't want to fire? You think I don't want to fire? Look at how many people have died..."
Apart from the two cannons and ammunition boxes on the top of the narrow tower, there were sixteen corpses and four terrified soldiers hiding in the corner.
The enemy's bullets overhead were still flying. The snipers were deliberately wasting bullets at this time. They wanted to crush the tower to death with firepower.
None of the artillerymen dared to raise their heads, as raising their heads would mean death. Whenever bullets hit rocks and made the sound of cracking stones, these frightened soldiers would tremble and they would curl up even more.
Frossard smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Your Majesty, I have received great kindness from the Bonaparte family... today is the time to repay it!"
As he spoke, Frossard mustered up the courage to pick up a cannonball and stood up suddenly. He wanted to load the cannon himself, and he wanted to die for his country!
Snipers will turn into cold-blooded animals when they enter the battlefield. All targets in their eyes will be distinguished by value and level. When Frossard's unique military uniform, the embroidered pattern on it and the general's gold star appear in the scope.
Two Mauser-modified sniper rifles wrapped around his body at the same time, bang bang... After two crisp gunshots, McMahon was shot in the heart and abdomen at the same time, and blood spurted out like an arrow.
Frossard, whose eyes were vacant, finally devoted his life to serving Napoleon III, while at this time the French Emperor was hiding behind the window and trembling.
Xiao Letian looked at the approaching tower with a sneer. He stretched out his hand behind him and said, "Rifle!"
A loaded rifle was thrust into the hands of the head of state. Xiao Letian raised his hand and pulled the trigger against the bright glass on the tower.
"Damn it, I told you to shoot at me... Damn it, hit the glass of your house!"
Bang bang bang... Xiao Letian didn't reload the ammunition. After shooting, he handed it over behind him. Naturally, a dragon guard took the rifle and handed over the reloaded Mauser.
Xiao Letian didn't know which window the Emperor was hiding in the tower. Anyway, he must be in a certain room. If there were dates but no dates, he would hit three poles. What if there was something to gain?
"I'm going to hit your glass, and then I'm going to hit your glass again... Aren't you awesome? Don't you want to imprison me and make me a monkey in Paris? If you have the guts, stand up..."
Facts have proved that Napoleon III was useless. The glass window on the side of the airship was shattered by Xiao Letian with one shot. After a while, other snipers also joined the game.
Bullets flew in from the glass window, and broken glass was everywhere. The shelter where the Emperor was was already full of broken glass.
The palace guards crouched and swept away the debris, and then Councilor Raul and the Emperor hid under the window to avoid the bullets flying in.
"Your Majesty, have you thought about it? This battle can't be fought... Surrender! The only way is to surrender..."
Bang... A bullet hit the window sill, and the French Emperor trembled all over. At this moment, he was mentally prepared to surrender, but he was so timid that he was frightened by Xiao Letian's crazy attack!
In a short period of time, I lost the ability to speak, and the muscles on my face became stiff!
At this time, the door was suddenly knocked open, and a secretary-general climbed in from the outside with all his hands and feet: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty is not good, General Frossard died in the battle!"
"Just now, the general was about to load his own cannonballs, but he was killed by the enemy's sharpshooter... All the soldiers on the tower who could handle the cannons were dead, and the few who survived were frightened!"
"Oh God! General Frossard died in the battle..." Councilor Raul was so frightened that he felt cold air rising from his lower back.
Bad news never comes alone. Before the Emperor could regain his ability to speak, another soldier covered in blood rushed in from outside. He threw himself in front of the Emperor and cried loudly.
"Your Majesty... His Majesty is not well... Marshal McMahon is seriously injured... He was stabbed in the chest by a cannonball... He has lost too much blood and is undergoing surgery..."
"The marshal is in a deep coma...the doctor said he may not survive..."
Ah... The French Emperor shouted, and suddenly there was a stench in the whole room. If you look carefully, Napoleon III's crotch is soaked!
The bullets hit the window frame. The French Emperor was so frightened that he finally spoke, "Surrender... unconditional surrender... raise the white flag!"
"Surrender! No more fighting. This battle cannot be fought..."
A white flag soon slowly rose on the top of the central tower. At first, no one noticed the white flag at all, and the sound of gunfire on the battlefield was still so dense.
But soon some sharp-eyed soldiers saw this scene and said, "Look, why is there a white flag flying on the central tower?"
"Did the King of France surrender?"
Xiao Letian also saw the white flag, and he yelled, "Knock down that flag...Don't let it rise...I want this battle to continue!"
There was a gunshot, and the white flag that had just been raised was unexpectedly broken by the sniper and fell down, followed by a more urgent charge horn sounded on the airship.
The attacks of the Chinese and Belgian coalition forces became even sharper, and the morale of the surrounding Prussian troops also increased greatly!
"Führer! Why did you lower the white flag..." Count Zeppelin asked in surprise.
"Don't worry about it, I'm doing it for Prussia's own good... you just need to carry out my orders!"
Count Zeppelin wanted to say something, but nothing came out while mumbling!
At this moment, the sun was almost reaching the horizon. During the whole day of bloody battle, the soldiers on both sides relied on their inner fire to support themselves hard.
Among the ruins of the building, 18-year-old Lieutenant Xiafei was commanding four cannons lurking in the ruins. He chose a very tricky position, right in the middle of the 12th and 13th theaters, that is, between the Prussian army and the Chinese. In the gap between the clan army.
The young artillery lieutenant, with more than 200 temporarily gathered soldiers and only four remaining cannons, wanted to fight an ambush here.
Xia Fei blushed and looked at the dancing figures in the distance, and whispered to the older veterans around him, "It's getting dark. As long as darkness comes, we can be in a stalemate with the enemy!"
"When the time comes, His Majesty will definitely send people to negotiate with the enemy! As long as we persist a little longer, it will be over..."
Those veterans with pale sideburns smiled bitterly and shook their heads, "Sir, you don't have to encourage us... we know what to do!"
"Even a young officer like you is risking his life, so why shouldn't we dare to risk our lives?"
"Give the order! We will resolutely execute it!"
