Expedition to Europe

"How did you do it, Colonel!" Seeing the hellish doomsday scene in front of him, the lieutenant colonel corrected his attitude towards Qin Zhiyuan.

Officers of the Foreign Legion are very common to the British. In the British camp, there are millions of Indian troops, and the British call them the Colonial Legion. Therefore, the British do not care about the officers in the Foreign Legion, especially the non-British officers in the Foreign Legion.

Don't think that there are no non-national officers in the Foreign Legion. Whether it is Britain or France, the members of their Foreign Legion may be foreigners, but the highest commander or military supervisor in the army is always a native, including the "Chinese Brave Battalion" during the Eight-Power Allied Forces' invasion of China.

Qin Zhiyuan, black hair, black eyes, yellow skin, but from the appearance, he is not a Westerner, but a standard Oriental, or because of Qin Zhiyuan's tall stature, he is a standard Chinese.

When the British lieutenant colonel first met Qin Zhiyuan, he just saluted and said "Sir". When he saw the miserable situation in the tunnel, he became "Colonel Sir". The hypocrisy and so-called "gentlemanly demeanor" of the British can be seen. Although this country and the Japanese have different superficial characteristics, they are similar in their bones.

"When the enemy's butcher knife looks over, we will not be slaughtered." Qin Zhiyuan did not answer directly, but expressed his attitude with a proverb.

"Excuse me for being blunt, I know you fought hard, but I didn't expect it to be so tragic." The lieutenant colonel was still smacking his lips. He couldn't imagine what price he should pay if he wanted to kill so many German soldiers.

"Facing war, we have no choice." Qin Zhiyuan's expression was gloomy.

At this moment, Qin Zhiyuan thought of David, the Chinese soldiers who sacrificed, the fearless French soldiers, and even the German soldiers who continued to fight.

What is the war for? There is no answer to this question forever.

Or rather, there is no suitable answer.

While Qin Zhiyuan was talking to the British lieutenant colonel, Garce, who was wrapped in bandages on his shoulders and arms, straightened his chest. As an officer, he was proficient in French and English, so he could naturally understand the respect expressed by the British lieutenant colonel. Ian, Henry, and Charles also straightened their chests. As personal participants in this battle, they were qualified to receive such praise. Chen Kangjian and Hu Tingfeng also straightened their chests. Today's battle made them understand how powerful the foreigners were. If they gave it a go under the same conditions, the Chinese were no worse than the "foreign masters", and the "foreign masters" would also have to beg under the Chinese knives.

"If possible, please accept my respect and let us be responsible for cleaning the battlefield. Colonel, you and your soldiers have also rested, and I believe you will have a pleasant vacation." The British lieutenant colonel stood at attention and saluted, and the respect in his words was refreshing.

"No, no, no, your army has come from afar, you should get enough rest, because if there is another battle, the brave British brothers will need to fight bloody battles. It's better for us to clean up the battlefield." If possible, Qin Zhiyuan would not let the British enter the tunnel.

"But you and your men are so tired. As a kind commander, you should let your troops get enough rest now." The British lieutenant colonel insisted.

"On the contrary, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, I think you and your troops need to rest. Look, your children are exhausted. They have been running for a long time and have become the last of their strength. Let them rest. My people are cleaning up the battlefield." Qin Zhiyuan responded tit for tat and refused to give in.

"It seems that you don't need our help." The lieutenant colonel looked at Qin Zhiyuan with an uncertain face.

"I don't mean to offend, but I think my soldiers have the right to clean up the battlefield." Qin Zhiyuan deliberately led the lieutenant colonel to the fork.

While Qin Zhiyuan and the British lieutenant colonel were exchanging sharp words, the French and Chinese soldiers had already begun to carry the bodies out of the tunnel. There were too many German bodies, and most of them had broken limbs and arms, and blood was everywhere, so no one wanted even the best military boots. Only some of the Germans' personal belongings, such as goggles, binoculars, Luger P08 pistols, pocket watches, rings and necklaces, were still collected by some people.

"Of course, this is what they deserve." The British lieutenant colonel saw the Chinese soldiers start searching for property, with a mocking look on his face, showing the so-called gentlemanly demeanor at the right time.

Seeing the French and Chinese making a fortune from the dead, the British soldiers also went up to help. No one objected to this. There were so many bodies that only a few hundred French soldiers and Chinese soldiers could not handle it.

When seeing British soldiers entering the tunnel, Qin Zhiyuan did not object. The tunnel was not wide, and it could only accommodate four people side by side. If they carried the bodies out slowly, they would probably not be able to carry all the bodies until dawn.

Seeing the Chinese and French soldiers working slowly, the British lieutenant colonel looked unhappy but did not say much. In Qin Zhiyuan's view, the British lieutenant colonel might know that there was gold in the tunnel, or maybe he didn't know. It didn't matter as long as the British lieutenant colonel didn't force the French and Chinese soldiers to leave their positions.

As more and more bodies were carried out of the tunnel, the British lieutenant colonel's face became paler and paler. Obviously, he was frightened by the incomplete bodies, and at the same time, he had a higher estimate of the combat effectiveness of the French and Chinese soldiers.

The British did not interfere, which was what Qin Zhiyuan wanted. Under Qin Zhiyuan's command, the bodies in front of position A had not been cleared for a full hour. This also allowed Qin Zhiyuan to smoothly hand over the position that was still under control when a French army unit arrived.

"Yes, General, I have met Mr. Verbeek... OK, General, I will hand over the defense of the position to Mr. Verbeek... Thank you very much, General. As you wish, the Sixth Regiment will return to Yamin for rest..." When the reinforcements arrived, Qin Zhiyuan received a call from Michelet, commander of the Tenth Army Group. During the call, Michelet gave the Sixth Regiment of the Foreign Legion sufficient rest time.

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Qin Zhiyuan immediately handed over to Colonel Verbeek who came to reinforce, and then led the remnants of the Sixth Regiment back to Kapi that night.

When going to the front line from Kapi for support, Qin Zhiyuan brought 130 soldiers and 180 auxiliary personnel. When returning to Kapi, Qin Zhiyuan was left with only 49 soldiers and 150 auxiliary personnel. It was no exaggeration to call them "remnant troops".

"Master Qin, please let me get down and walk. I can walk..." Qin Zhiyuan carried a soldier who was at most 18 years old on his back and walked back with firm steps. The flashlight hanging on his neck pointed the direction for the group, which was a real beacon in the darkness.

"Why are you showing off? If your thigh was not injured, I would not carry you." After a day of fierce fighting, Qin Zhiyuan was exhausted, but in order to bring everyone back to Kapi, Qin Zhiyuan had to go into battle himself.

In the long team, those who were not injured were basically carrying stretchers. Each stretcher carried a Chinese soldier who had died in battle, or a seriously injured Chinese soldier. As long as they could still walk, they moved back step by step with the help of their companions. No one fell behind, no one complained, no one was afraid, and no one collapsed.