The canister-like compartment of the train was opened, revealing countless soldiers squinting their eyes to avoid the sun, migrant workers transporting supplies outside, and recruits from other provinces. When they saw these soldiers, they suddenly exclaimed!
"So many! All black!"
That's right, the more than 3,000 soldiers pulled by the entire train were all black, with dark and shiny skin, but they wore the uniforms of the French regular army, including rifles, armed belts, and backpacks, all the same as those of other troops. Top novels are updated the fastest
Only the dog-headed knives on their waists were very different. Looking at the cotton wrapped around the handle, the black stuff was all dried plasma. These were sharp blades that had drunk blood!
Several tall white French officers jumped out of the carriage and said, "Moroccan Independence Regiment... Assemble!"
"The Algerian Desert Assault Regiment... Assemble!"
"Children of God, this is Orleans, this is our battlefield! Defeat the enemy and let me take you to Paris!"
Two regiments of North African soldiers jumped out of the train. After traveling a long distance, these soldiers were not tired at all. Their bodies as strong as black panthers seemed to have endless energy!
Hearing the orders of these French officers, other French people suddenly realized, "Colonial legion! God...our colonial legion is back?"
"Reinforcements are coming from overseas...Long live!" The crowd suddenly went crazy. At this moment, even the arrogant racists who looked down on black people the most dropped their arrogance.
These migrant workers and recruits took out their cigarettes, sausages and hams from the supply truck and delivered them to these black soldiers!
"Well done! Are you from North Africa? Where did you get ashore? Teach those northern barbarians a lesson!"
Some of the black troops could speak French. They didn't expect to be so welcomed by the white people here, and they couldn't accept it for a while!
"We...we boarded the train directly from Marseille's shore...without rest..."
"Stop talking, we all know...just go fight...Orléans needs you!"
"God bless you!"
The foreign legions of Morocco and Algeria were the first colonial armies to support local operations. Although their numbers were small, this was of great significance. This showed that the colonies had quickly prepared for war and dispatched reinforcements. If there was a first support army, there would be a second one. Branch, third branch!
France is finally no longer isolated and helpless. Napoleon III’s expansion of territory over the years has not been in vain. In the end, the Republic will have to rely on the shadow of the Empire!
The troops of the two regiments took the train straight to Orleans as soon as they landed from Marseille, and finally caught up with this reversal of the battle!
The two regiments ran forward in small steps in the camp of hundreds of thousands of people. They were applauded like thunder along the way. The French used all their words of praise to give these black people who would never look at them seriously in the past!
The mercenaries, who had never been respected by white people, were all excited. These were African mercenaries who had converted to Catholicism. Their loyalty was unquestionable. Their ideal was to finally change their registered residence in France through bloody battles!
"Report to the Minister of the Interior! The Algerian Desert Assault Regiment...the Moroccan Independent Regiment is here to report...application to join the combat order!"
Gambida felt as if he had drunk mellow wine at this moment. Coupled with the dizziness of not sleeping for three days, he felt as if he was flying in the clouds at this moment!
"The motherland praises you! God praises you! The heroic soul of the saint praises you!"
"There is no time to rest, the enemy's coffin needs you to cover the last board! Attack forward! I will record your merits for you at the Holy Cross Cathedral!"
"Forward! Warriors of France!"
The two North African mercenary groups were excited by the atmosphere of war. They shouted and launched an attack on the north bank. The forest-like dog-headed knives exuded a cold light!
"Reinforcements are here! Look...they're reinforcements from North Africa!"
"Hahaha... our French Foreign Legion... coming from North Africa... there will be more and more reinforcements in the future!"
"Victory! I will die for France!"
The Bavarian First Army, this miserable unit had just entered the battle when it encountered a group of desert beasts from North Africa!
On the Napoleonic artillery position in the rear, there were enough artillery shells, and the continuous artillery fire opened the way for these North African warriors. Thousands of screaming Bavarian soldiers were blown into the sky.
Just when there was chaos, the howling North African regiments came up to fight. These fresh troops took the train all the way, which was different from these tired soldiers who had walked for a day!
The North African mercenaries who were skilled in hand-to-hand combat rushed into the Bavarian army like a pack of tigers and wolves, followed closely by the swarming French troops. The Prussian defense line, which was one kilometer long, was suddenly penetrated!
The commander-in-chief of the Prussian army, Hartmann, turned pale at this moment. He originally thought that the arrival of 30,000 fresh troops could turn the tide of the war, but he did not expect that French reinforcements would come faster than them, and there would be more!
"Crazy, they are all crazy!"
"I haven't slept for three days and three nights... just fighting like this. How can I fight? I don't have any reserves anymore..."
"My soldiers haven't rested for three days. How can I fight..."
"Send a telegram to the prince. I can no longer resist here. I request to retreat...renovate and rebuild the defense line south of Danfengbailu!"
Just when the commander-in-chief was ready to retreat, suddenly the bells of the Holy Cross Cathedral in Orleans rang!
The Cathedral of the Holy Cross in Orleans was built on the order of French King Henry IV. It is the place where Joan of Arc once prayed. The stained glass windows here depict the saint's life-long battle experience!
From the beginning of the war to the present, this cathedral has closed its doors to isolate the news from inside and outside. Of course, the Prussians will not disturb the residence of God, so from the beginning of the war to the present, no soldiers dare to harass this church.
The doors and windows of the silent church were closed, and the bishops and monks inside were struggling with a little food reserve. The war was over!
But today, when the whole city chanted the war slogan of the Saint, these monks could no longer sit still. They lay on the glass window and looked outside. The hell-like scene shocked them!
"This can't happen anymore. Too many people have died. We have to do something!"
"Your Majesty Bishop, if this continues, Orleans will all be destroyed!"
"One-third of the city has been destroyed. The historical city cannot be destroyed in one day!"
The bishop, who had knelt in front of the cross and prayed for three days and three nights, stood up tremblingly. He sighed and said, "Yes, we can't continue to be destroyed like this! We must do something..."
The trembling bishop, supported by the monks, walked up the stairs towards the tower at the top of the cathedral!
