War is a contest of national strength, a contest of science and technology, a contest of military qualities, and a contest of resourcefulness, but it is also a contest of will.

If you don't dare to fight, if you don't have such a breath in your heart, then even if you are backed by the most powerful military industry, given you good weapons to use, and equipped with a commander who is the first in the universe, I am afraid that the result will be a loss.

When the Chinese shouted and rushed out of the trench with bayonets, all the Austrians present subconsciously rubbed their eyes, and they even thought that they were hallucinating.

"I was dazzled? The Chinese actually dared to counter-charge? The strength of two battalions actually dared to counter-charge one of our divisions? The infantry actually dared to counter-charge at the cavalry? A group of rookie recruits actually dared to counter-charge against artillery fire?"

No one could answer these questions, but even if they didn't believe their eyes, when the killing began, they had to admit that this group of Chinese was completely different from their traditional Chinese.

The old earl was frightened, this was not surprised, he was just frightened, in the eyes of these European nobles, it is impossible for a backward and ignorant country to have a hero, and hundreds of years of enslavement by the Manchurians have long made this nation lose its blood and bravery.

But today, this group of Chinese has used their sacrifices and lives to reveal to them a bloody fact, the views of Europeans are all wrong, the blood and courage of the Chinese have always been there, and all they want is an opportunity.

Countless Austrian aristocratic officers couldn't help but think to themselves, if they were the commanders of those two battalions and personally faced the siege of a heavy division, would they dare to risk their lives to carry out this counter-charge?

This question has made countless people's hearts extremely tormented, if you ask them personally, you must get a very firm and affirmative return, but deep down in their hearts, the real thoughts are not enough for outsiders.

The soldiers will turn with the generals, and the grass will follow the wind... If the Chinese officers in the task force had shouted for me instead of me, none of these recruits who had just stepped onto the battlefield would have been able to jump out and counter-charge.

But today, the Chinese officers did not even hesitate at all, they were the first to jump out of the trenches, and they were the first to expose themselves to the rain of bullets, and it was they who inspired these recruits with their blood that made all the brothers in the task force camp twist into a rope and follow them at the end of their lives.

The cavalry on the opposite side was also taken aback by the sudden charge of the Chinese, but then their hearts were filled with ecstasy, and the cavalry had a natural advantage over the infantry, which was a valuable experience accumulated by human beings in thousands of years of warfare.

"Warriors... These madmen dared to charge back at us, and they tried to engage us in hand-to-hand combat... We give them this opportunity to hack them to death with our sabers......"

"Kill..."The cavalry group galloping on the battlefield roared loudly and collided straight into the soldiers of the special task force.

A stunned scene appeared, just when the two groups of soldiers were about to collide together, dozens of oriental officers suddenly accelerated from the ranks of the special battalion, and the most vigorous one was Xiao Letian's personal guard Xiang Shaolong, Master Long.

"Nine rolls and eighteen falls, have you forgotten the ground lying knife method left by the ancestors? The basic kung fu taught by the ancestor is to keep the ...... used today."

Long Ye's whole body rushed towards the ground like a tumbling ball, although he didn't have a steel knife in his hand, but the two sapper shovels he clenched tightly were better than steel knives in his hands.

The sharp edge of the hardened steel is not sharpened, but it is enough to cut through the hooves of high-speed charging horses when swung hard. Long Ye's hands danced like hot wheels, countless horses' hooves were cut down by the sappers' shovels, and the war horses fell to the ground with a scream.

Xiao Letian looked at the scenes on the battlefield with satisfaction, and said in a hoarse voice: "This group of fools, you can't think of it, the soldiers I brought are all veterans who have fought in the rebellion of the heavens, which of them does not have a green forest background......?

"Hehehe...... The greatest threat to the Chinese nation for thousands of years has been the cavalry of the northern nomads, and the experience of infantry and cavalry that we have accumulated is unimaginable to you Europeans...... Ahem, ahem..."

Xiao Letian was deeply injured by that cannonball, but his will to fight did not weaken, but became stronger and stronger.

At this time, on the battlefield, the infantry and cavalry have officially collided together, although there are countless masters in the East who have used strange tactics to destroy the rhythm of the cavalry's charge, but the number of cavalry in front of them is more than three hundred, and the potential energy accumulated by a charge is not so simple to be dissolved.

Countless horses rolled to the ground, countless cavalry fell into the mud, countless cavalry jumped high and rushed into the crowd, and countless cavalry turned their horses' heads to see the seams.

In the collision, you can see the infantry being knocked into the air everywhere, and the bayonet stabbing into the body of the cavalry can be seen everywhere, and the tooth-aching creaking sound of steel cutting through the human bones is even more terrifying.

This is purely a game of life for life, in a trance, time goes back a hundred years, and the scene in front of people's eyes actually overlaps with the shadow of the medieval cold weapon army fighting.

If you have to find out the difference between the two, it is that the battle in front of you is more terrifying and more tragic.

"Stop the shelling and protect our cavalry ......" Brigade Commander Pengka subconsciously issued an order, and he saw several shells explode in the cavalry group, killing one enemy and one of them.

There was a demon in Pengka's heart who kept whispering, "Open the cannon, keep firing, blow them up regardless of the enemy, you have more people, you can withstand such casualties, that is the best means of victory......"

But next to the demon's voice, another voice reminded him, "No, absolutely... Even if you win, you will lose the loyalty of more than 10,000 soldiers, and from now on you will be an outlier in the imperial military world, and no one will believe your ......"

There wasn't much time for Pengka to think about it, because at this very moment there had been an incredible reversal on the battlefield.

"The Remnant Flag... The Prime Minister personally raised the remnant blood flag... Hahaha...... Let's die here today..." Countless Chinese shouted three characters with the remnant blood flag, and all Europeans didn't know what kind of curse it was, they just felt that this group of people suddenly turned into devils, and their combat power doubled.

"Look... What kind of flag is that on the high ground? What the hell are the Chinese doing?" Under the gaze of tens of thousands of pairs of eyes, a broken recognition flag with black characters on a white background and holes slowly rose.

This is a vertical version of the Japanese-style flag, from top to bottom with three big characters written in thick ink 'Xiao Lotian', which is written by His Royal Highness the Wing King, in the bloody night of Naha to inspire the Han people and natives in the city to fight bravely.

On the fluttering flag, there were countless dark spots of different sizes, which only the veteran knew that they were countless splatters of blood. and those scorched corners, the hollows pierced by bullets, are always reminding everyone how they got on this road of no return for hegemony.

Xiao Lotian has now left the bunker and climbed into the trench to stand high on the battlefield, he is in tears and doesn't care if the people below can hear it, he just vents his feelings hysterically.

"Woooooooooo......oo I'm sorry, my good brothers, I thought I could take you home, but I was wrong, we are on a road of no return...... The price of our prestige is that we die here together......"

"The Remnant Blood Banner has been raised, and we have no chance to retreat, now we can only die together, and we can only use our killing to deter the hearts of these beasts...... I, Xiao Lotian, have fulfilled my promise, hahaha...... Remember the promise I made to you?"

"That's to take you with you to die... Die in Europa, with our sacrifice, leave an eternal scar in the memory of all Europeans... Let them remember this killing for a thousand years... So that they will never dare to touch this sore spot... When they want to bully China again, they should think about our group of people..."

"That's the value of our death, that's the only purpose we came to this world... Sacrifice Xuanyuan with my blood, sacrifice Huaxia with my life... You can rest assured that you will be at the forefront, and I will not be reluctant to make a living......"

Speaking of which, Xiao Letian took out the pistol given by President Lincoln, put it on his temple, and yelled at the battlefield, "If there is one who dares to be a deserter, I will die in front of you... Lao Tzu, I want to win, we Chinese as long as we win, as long as we have a living one, defeat will never belong to us......"

At this moment, a shout suddenly came from Xiao Letian's side, "Ah... So be it, so be it... You Chinese are willing to die, and we Prussians are not cowards...... All the civilian officers, what are they doing in a daze?

This is the voice of Jonas, whose only task now is the coordinator between Xiao Lotian and Prussia, and also as a translator. This envoy-born Nordic knight is obviously a typical civil official, but today he was infected by Xiao Letian's death-defying momentum, and he picked up a Mauser and turned his head and rushed forward to the trench.

Behind him were five or six civilian officials, who were the coordinators that Bismarck had assigned to Xiao Lotian, and they had only one task, to help Xiao Lotian coordinate relations with the Prussian departments, and they were responsible for communicating both military and civil affairs.

These government officials, who did not even have military ranks, were also in tears by this momentum, and one by one they grabbed their rifles, loaded their bayonets and rushed forward with Jonas.

"This is our Prussian national war, why should we let Chinese be sent to death, if we don't go to war, I won't be able to raise my head for the rest of my life, I will condemn myself to death......"

The remnant blood flag was hunting in the wind, Xiao Letian watched the people around him rush to the battlefield one by one, he held the hand of the revolver without the slightest hesitation, he was not joking, if this time the whole army was really wiped out, then it means that all his plans were completely shattered, and his dream of reviving the nation would be completely shattered.

The boy has no dreams in his heart, even if he is alive, he is just a walking corpse, and that kind of life is not what Xiao Letian wants.

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