C1947 skirmish (2/2)

Just as the French were about to avoid the obstacles and climb, a group of sailors' heads suddenly appeared behind the front railing of the Zhiyuan Warship.

”Scram!” What do you want to do, rob? ”Who dares to come forward …”

”Smash! Smash!” You just don't have to shoot the first time. If they dare to shoot the first time, we will shoot back! ”

The Mauser's rifle s swung the butt of the spear and smashed down. The big leather boots aimed at the heads of the French army and kicked them down. The soldiers then dropped down like dumplings.

Xiao Letian rubbed the bruises on his head and said with a sneer, ”Don't shoot, just blame the first shot on this bunch of Frenchmen! ”Your father even rushed into the canal while hanging up the trouble flag. It's clear that he's looking for trouble …”

”However, we have to do what we need to do. We can't give them a proper explanation …” Wait? Who was that! Zai Chun? ”

Following Xiao Letian's finger, everyone saw that the one who was shouting the loudest was not Great Qing's Emperor Zai Chun. Don't look at his age, kicking him with his leather boots is sinister, in a short while he broke the nose of two French soldiers.

”Beat them up! If one of them dared to come up, they would beat them to death! Let you attack my Da Gu Kou! I'll let you bombard the oculi bridge! I'll let you burn my Yuan Ming Yuan! ”Kick you to death …”

The emperor was already giving it his all, and the surrounding soldiers became even more fervent. Besides not shooting and not using their bayonets, they used all other moves, each and every one of them vicious and ruthless.

The French army did not hold back. After three consecutive attacks, they were finally ready to fire. There was the sound of a bolt being pulled.

The Shasper Needle Rifle was a new type of rifle widely used by the French during the Franco-Prussian War. Its performance was second only to that of the Muse.

”All have... ”Ready...” French officers ordered, but at this time, Zai Chun jumped out.

”I am the emperor of the Great Qing! Who dares to shoot at me! ”Let's see who dares …”

At that moment, Zai Chun felt as if his ancestors had possessed him, he had forgotten the danger, and his entire body was surrounded by the flames of vengeance.

However, Zai Chun forgot a very important problem. There was no translator around him, and he had shouted out his identity using Chinese just now.

How could the French beneath their feet understand Chinese? They only thought that it was an ordinary little soldier.

”Fire …” the French officer roared.

”Everyone, get down …” Just as he was about to raise his spear, Lin Zhen gave a loud command.

All the Chinese soldier s reacted instinctively to the order, the moment they heard the order, their bodies began to move, and all the soldiers at the ship's front railing climbed onto the ground, using the deck to protect their bodies.

It was a pity that Zai Chun, who was completely immersed in his own blood, was so late. At this moment, he was the only person standing there.