C2837 Confrontation in the Flood (1/2)

Alfred's horse had been washed somewhere long ago, and he choked in the water several times. If he had not borrowed some strength from someone's corpse, this first wave might have drowned him.

He emerged from the water and took deep breaths, desperately trying to step on the water. Perhaps it was his fate to have a broken piece of wood float past him, and the sharp wooden thorn directly pierced into his arm.

”Ah …” Alfred screamed, and blood ran down his wound, staining a large part of the river red.

He endured the pain as he pulled the door out of his arm and used it as his life jacket.

Only now did he have time to take a good look at the situation in front of him. He saw that the flood used in the north was not decreasing at all, and all the gaps in the city walls had become sluices, rolling white waves roaring and pouring into the town.

The water level had already reached two meters deep. After the bloody battle, the corpses of their men had all been submerged in the flood and were rushing towards a lower level area.

On the walls and roofs, there were excited Chinese Army cheering and fighting everywhere. They were all overjoyed to see that they were facing this huge flood.

There were even ruthless people who could be easily killed. Standing on the rooftop and firing at the French army in the water, it was as easy as a hunt!

The French Army in the water was not willing to be hunted like this either. With the help of the two-meter-tall waves, the soldiers began to attack the second floor of the building.

In this moment of life and death, when the human race's desire to survive could detonate their strongest fighting force, the desperate cavalry army had launched an attack on almost every building.

Most of the thousand plus Chinese soldier were still guarding the city walls. The remaining few hundred people couldn't control all the buildings in the entire town, and very quickly, a portion of the roof and upper echelons of the town became under the control of the French Army.

The cavalrymen who had rushed up to the rooftops used their remaining ammunition to fire at the rooftops controlled by the Chinese soldier. Below them were white waves that soared into the skies and the slaughter on the rooftops continued.

However, there was no denying that this time's attack had completely failed. The cavalry had already been dispersed, and it would be difficult for them to form the same offensive strength as before.

”Dammit …” Damn it … God, are you abandoning us? ”Dammit …”

In the flood, Alfred was punching the water next to him, and as he struggled, he was soon noticed by his men. ”Sir...” Quick, reach out... ”Hurry up and reach out …”

Big hands reached out from the windows on the second floor, and as Alfred rushed past them the horsemen dragged him into the house.

He could see the watchtower on the wall of the southern part of the city from his vantage point.

He glared hatefully at the Chinese command center. ”How vicious!” To think that he could come up with such a sinister plan! I was wondering why he didn't run away... ”Damn it!”

”Sir, what do we do now?” The surrounding soldiers gathered around and asked.

Alfred struggled to his feet and said, ”Let's observe the current situation. We can't do anything to anyone. We'll have to wait until the flood has calmed down before we can make any plans …”

As Alfred memorized the map he had memorized earlier, he began to draw on the dusty floor, his mind racing.

Just at this time, the southern city wall had already become a sea of joy. The soldiers surrounded Xiao Letian excitedly cheering and jumping around.

Luo Huo stood in front of Xiao Letian in shame and saluted him: ”I'm sorry Founder, I shouldn't have doubted you …”