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"That's it, charge!"

After succeeding once, Liu Bei's confidence surged.

The morale of other Han soldiers was also high.

Facing those long-range weapons, there was no longer a huge psychological pressure.

However, the French army quickly made adjustments.

Under Napoleon's order, the soldiers no longer fired in unison, but dispersed, aiming and shooting on their own.

Accompanied by the scattered gunshots.

Finally, a Han man fell in a pool of blood on the way to the charge.

"Cunning bastard!" There were constant screams beside him, which made Liu Bei full of anger.

But he couldn't stop it from happening.

He could only wave his sword and shout, "Kill!!"

Pang Tong led other Han soldiers to shout in response.

Everyone was jealous.

Napoleon frowned.

Those who charged kept falling on the way to the attack, but there was still no sign of defeat.

In a short distance of more than 100 steps, more than half of the enemies were killed or wounded.

But his will was not defeated, and he rushed forward with even greater enthusiasm.

This made Napoleon puzzled.

What kind of culture could breed such a fierce character?

Obviously, there were no muskets or artillery on the other side.

But he could face such advanced weapons calmly.

He charged like crazy.

This was simply unreasonable.

"Stop shooting." Napoleon raised his hand and gave an order.

"Pass the order down, attack with the same number of soldiers as the enemy."

"Fight hand-to-hand with the enemy."

His military order was quickly passed down.

After receiving the order, the officers roughly estimated the number of enemies, and then selected two hundred soldiers to charge out with bayonets.

Napoleon rode on a warhorse, and he wanted to see what level those few enemies were in hand-to-hand combat.

Liu Bei, who was charging, observed the changes in the enemy army and was very happy.

"Damn it!"

It was rare for Liu Bei to swear, and he raised his sword high.

"The bastards want to test our composition."

"Let's show them what the fighting power of the Han people is!"

"Kill!"

Pang Tong led his soldiers to roar in response.

The team, which was only a hundred people left, collided with the two hundred soldiers of France.

Bang!

Liu Bei blocked the enemy's stabbing weapon with his sword.

In the flash of lightning, he observed the opponent's weapon.

It looked like a red cherry spear, but it was not a spear.

The wooden pole was very long and thick, and it looked very strange.

But the narrow long knife fixed in front was like a spear head, very sharp.

The way of stabbing was also similar to the way of using the red cherry spear.

"I have seen this attack." Liu Bei waved his sword and blocked the opponent's stab again.

"But have you seen my attack?"

He pulled his back hand and drew another sword from his waist and slashed it horizontally.

Puff!

The French soldier who was chopped at the waist cried out in pain and staggered and fell in a pool of blood.

Liu Bei was greatly encouraged, "You strange dog, you must die!!"

Raising his blood-stained sword, he rushed into the enemy camp.

He rushed left and right, with two swords coordinating, one blocking and one swinging, no one could stop him.

Pang Tong was unwilling to fall behind.

In close combat, he used all the martial arts he learned during his time in Tanghai.

The big knife in his hand flew up and down, constantly harvesting the lives of the enemy.

Under the leadership of Liu Bei and Pang Tong, the combat power of the Han soldiers increased sharply.

Quickly defeated the enemy's 200-man team.

It was the first time that the French soldiers encountered such a fierce attack, and they collapsed at the first touch.

They were killed by Liu Bei and Pang Tong with Han soldiers.

"Damn it." Napoleon cursed on his warhorse.

"Send 500 soldiers to fight immediately!"

He didn't believe that the great French soldiers would lose to the cowardly Indians.

However, this wave of troops obviously had a different face from the local Indian soldiers.

The other side's spirit of facing death moved him even more.

He had never encountered such a desperate resistance in his sweep across Europe.

In the face of death, the enemy army did not collapse at all, and not even one person retreated.

Such soldiers' quality made him envious.

If he had such an army, even if he returned to the original era, he would win all kinds of wars that he lost in the second half of his life.

The 500 soldiers who rushed up were defeated again by the Han soldiers led by Liu Bei and Pang Tong.

Although there were casualties, they were insignificant compared to the number of kills.

"Kill one to get enough, kill two to make a profit!" Pang Tong waved the big knife in his hand.

Blood dripped from the blade.

Covered in blood, like a god of war descended to earth.

The French soldiers were all terrified when they saw this.

The news spread quickly among the French army.

The troops in other directions of the city walls were shocked when they heard the news.

They traveled all over Europe, fromI never thought that there would be such brave soldiers in this extremely backward land.

The officers were attracted by the battle in the south wall.

In the city, Wei Yan led ten Han soldiers and secretly opened a crack in the city gate.

Observed the situation outside the city.

The originally orderly army outside the city gradually began to loosen its formation.

Many soldiers whispered to each other, as if they were talking about something important.

Wei Yan was getting more and more depressed.

He knew that the battle between Liu Bei and Pang Tong in the south of the city must have attracted the attention of the enemy.

But that was definitely filled with lives.

With his hands clenched, Wei Yan's heart was bleeding.

He swore that he must come back here.

He must avenge his dead brothers!

In the south of the city, as Napoleon sent troops again, Liu Bei and Pang Tong began to suffer heavy casualties.

After several rounds of fighting, they were exhausted and had already run out of steam.

"Hoo, hoo..."

Pang Tong leaned his sword on the ground, panting.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, and his hands were shaking, so he could hardly even raise his hands to wipe the sweat.

However, the enemy's attack came again like a tide.

Turning his head to look at Liu Bei, he saw a similar situation.

Pang Tong looked around and saw that there were less than 20 people left.

Everyone was injured and exhausted.

Take a few deep breaths and Pang Tong barely stood up.

"I am a Han Chinese, and I will never retreat even if I die!"

"Charge!"

Pang Tong picked up the sword again, and rushed out with all his strength.

"Charge!" The remaining Han soldiers were inspired and rushed out with Pang Tong.

Liu Bei was not far behind and threw away a pair of swords.

He ran out with a single sword in both hands, "For my great man, I will die without regrets!"

Napoleon, who came to watch from a close distance, was moved.

Most of the soldiers had been killed, but this army still did not collapse.

They could still rely on the little remaining physical strength to take the initiative to charge.

What kind of spirit is this?

What culture did these people rely on to achieve such an effect?

Napoleon, riding on a warhorse, watched the team with less than 20 people remaining rush into the French army again.

Ignoring defense, attacking with all their strength.

I wanted to kill a few more people before I died.

Such a scene made him speechless for a while.