C289 A slim hope (1/2)

War was always cruel. No matter how well-equipped the dominant side was, how correct their tactics, or how advantageous their terrain was, as long as both sides entered a melee, casualties were inevitable.

The French army of over four hundred Cavalry Battalion had already lost more than one hundred and fifty men in the short twenty minutes of battle. With the current European military rules, more than a third of their casualties could be decided.

However, this veteran Battalion Commander who had participated in the Crimean War chose to not retreat. He only encouraged the soldiers under him with a single sentence: ”This is the land of the France, this is our homeland. If we retreat here, how will we face our children and grandchildren in the future … …”

With just that one sentence, all the French soldiers present went berserk. They completely disregarded the cold forest of Katana and madly charged forward on their war horses.

One after another, the cavalry soldiers and their horses were hacked to death in front of the Katana array, this had already become a killing hell. On the two sides of the Katana Formation, there was a King Yi leading the team. On the other side, there was Luo Huo leading the team, controlling the battlefield with the short blade and bayonet in his hand, protecting the two wings of the Katana Formation.

These soldiers of the new army had underestimated the tenacity of the French. Not even a third of their manpower was able to stop their attacks, and even the bright forest of Katana could not stop their charge. In the end, there were even some brave cavalrymen who leapt high into the air and used their bodies as weapons before smashing into the army.

The first to break through the formation was the second. As more and more cavalrymen rushed through the formation, the close formation of the infantry could no longer hold on. Bing Tai Lang angrily shouted, ”Disperse, freely fight, engage in close combat …” As he spoke, he swung the Katana in his hand like a gust of wind, chopping off a huge horse's head.

At this stage of the battle, there was really no skill involved. When the cavalry and infantry were entangled together, it was just like a street fight, with no rules or regulations at all, only the spirit in the heart.

The Cavalry Battalion held onto the reins with one hand, his right hand desperately brandishing his horse blade towards the incoming army, the horse beneath him spitting saliva violently, his shoulder pressing against the crowd as he charged forward.

”Damn Chinaman, go to hell! ”All of you, go die …”

”Damned French large nose, you want to have a melee fight with me, you're not qualified …” Although Luo Huo's martial arts could not compare to Dragon Lord's, he had practiced the Great Flood Fist since a young age. With the bayonet in his hand blocking the incoming horse blade, he used his right arm to elbow the horse ruthlessly in the neck. The strong Arabian horse fell to the ground.

As the battle progressed to this point, the Middle Age had already completely transformed into a human race. Ice-cold iron weapons pierced through the enemy's body, and their fists, rocks, and even their teeth and nails became weapons for people to fight against. Everyone's eyes turned blood-red, and fresh blood seeped into the ground, being stomped into red mud by the military boot s.

The French fight because this is their homeland, and this is their homeland.

The Chinese fought because they wanted to save their comrades. They wanted to avenge the fire six years ago.

There was only one thought in everyone's heart, ”Fight to the death, no retreat …” ”The entire army will fight to the death and not retreat …” The solemn atmosphere infected everyone present, even Xiao Letian and the others who were standing on the Switzerland felt their hearts in their throats rising, Ping Er was already scared senseless, Hu Niu and Fang Guan did not dare look, they hid back into the carriage and only sobbed.

Xiao Letian's hands were trembling, every time a familiar figure fell down from the telescope, his heart would tremble for a moment. He could feel his head go numb, a symptom of his blood pressure soaring to the extreme.

”Hurry up, Xiao Hexin, can't you go a little faster … ”We can't die now. I don't have many people left, and one less dies …”

Just as Xiao Letian was praying in his heart, on the road to the west, Xiao Hexin, Sima Yun and the others were already running very fast.

On the way from Besanthus to Switzerland, the altitude kept rising, and the entire route was to climb a large slope. Travelling 60 kilometers in one night, and climbing continuously at that, even the Iron Man would be exhausted if she ran down.

Xiao Hexin felt like his legs were filled with lead, the pain in his throat was burning, and every breath he took felt like a knife was cutting his windpipe. He wanted to swallow but discovered that his mouth was dry and that his throat was stuck together.

Xiao Hexin really didn't want to speak up right now, but as an officer, the biggest responsibility he had was to boost his brothers' morale.

”Continue... Move Forward... Don't stop jogging! ”It's not far, it's really not far. Once we cross the border, we'll be safe …”

”I know everyone is tired and thirsty, but we can't rest now... If we want to escape the danger, we have to go all out! ”

Xiao Hexin looked at his teammates who were running around unsteadily, and without saying a word, he carried Spencer on his shoulder on his back.

”Sir...” I can do it! ”

”What can I do? It's not like I didn't see you get a bite from a stray bullet in your thigh... ”Cut the crap, run two more steps …”

It was not only Xiao Hexin who was encouraging his teammates. Sima Yun and the other class monitor Queue length s were also encouraging their teammates.

Xiao Letian had said countless of times before, that he absolutely did not want an official within his new army. For a war, he had to shout 'follow me' for practice, and he had to shout 'follow me' for training.