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Although Liu Bei and Pang Tong fought hard, they still couldn't stop the enemy troops that were surging like a tide.

A circle of French soldiers surrounded Pang Tong.

They thrust bayonets from all directions at the same time.

Puff!

Pang Tong was hit, and thousands of swords entered his body.

Blood flowed out of his mouth, but Pang Tong still stood proudly.

"I am a Han Chinese, and I must take this place back!"

Lifting the big knife in his hand, Pang Tong's eyes gradually lost focus.

Although his pupils were dilated, his eyes were still shining.

"Military Advisor!" Liu Bei fought to the death.

He rushed towards Pang Tong desperately, but because he didn't have much strength, he was crushed to the ground by the enemy troops that kept rushing up.

More and more enemy troops pressed him to the ground in the wilderness, and no matter how Liu Bei struggled, he couldn't get rid of it.

"Military Advisor..."

Blood mixed with tears soaked Liu Bei's face.

He was pressed to the ground, watching the enemy soldiers pull out the swords from Pang Tong from all sides, and blood splattered.

However, Pang Tong's body, which had lost its support, never fell.

Standing in the wilderness, he did not fall even after death.

The enemy retreated to both sides, and Liu Bei saw a short figure walking out of a group of tall enemy soldiers.

Jili Zha La said something he could not understand at all.

Under the order of the enemy commander, the soldiers carefully gathered Pang Tong's body.

Liu Bei saw that the enemy commander actually took off his hat and saluted Pang Tong's body.

This surprised him.

It was completely different from the foreign races he had encountered before.

These enemies made him feel as civilized as the Han people.

But this also made him deeply afraid.

How terrible the enemy with faith is, he has seen it countless times on Tang Hai.

As a Han Chinese, Liu Bei absolutely does not want to see such a foreign race in the world.

It is definitely a big worry for the Han people.

Not to mention, the enemy's weapons were something they had never seen before.

The remaining dozen or so Han soldiers were killed by the French army.

Half of them were captured.

Those who died were desperate to be dragged down with them.

But they were shot by the muskets in the hands of the French soldiers at close range.

But they still stubbornly leaned on the ground with their weapons, and would rather die than fall.

Such a scene deeply moved Napoleon.

"Bury these soldiers well." Napoleon ordered solemnly.

"Whether it is these few people or the enemy soldiers who died in the previous battle."

"All of them are treated with the highest standard of funeral."

After his order was given, the French army took action and began to clean up the battlefield.

Although many people died under the enemy's attack.

But these enemies with super high combat power and fearless death made the French soldiers admire them.

This is the real strength.

If the enemy has the same advanced weapons as them, the French soldiers don't know how to face such a powerful army.

They will definitely be beaten to collapse by the enemy.

They don't want to face such an enemy.

"Send all the translators in the army immediately." Napoleon kept issuing various orders.

"In addition, assemble the army, attack the city, and quickly capture the city."

As an extremely outstanding commander, Napoleon knew deeply that this was the strongest group of people in the city in front of him.

Without this group of people, this city would not cause any waves no matter how he controlled it.

Led by officers, French soldiers prepared to attack the city.

Officers in other directions outside the city were attracted by the south.

They could not leave their posts without permission, so they sent soldiers to inquire about the news.

Always pay attention to the battle in the south of the city.

The battle situation that was constantly transmitted back moved the officers.

"It's time!" Inside the city, Wei Yan ordered ten soldiers to open a gap one person wide for the city gate.

He led the team on horseback and rushed out first.

Wearing heavy armor and fully armed, they rushed towards the wilderness.

The French army, which had originally focused all its attention on the south, had already arrived when they discovered the ten-man squad rushing over.

There was a commotion in the musket team, and Wei Yan led the team into the army formation, creating chaos in an instant.

The French officers immediately mobilized the soldiers.

"Stop them!"

A dozen cavalrymen rushed into their formation, causing some chaos, but it was limited.

The officers wanted to use the advantage of numbers to capture these daring enemies alive.

Moreover, it was not easy to shoot the cavalrymen in the formation with muskets, as it was too easy to accidentally injure friendly forces.

They could only mobilize the cavalry in the army and let them come to chase and intercept.

However, this timid approach gave Wei Yan and his men the best opportunity.

Under the leadership of Wei Yan, the ten-man squad was like a rope twisted together, constantly changing directions to attack.

The large-scale change of attack direction made the French army confused.

In their impression,Shouldn't fighting be a life-and-death battle?

The fighting style of these enemy riders made the officers confused about their intentions.

Attack?

What kind of damage can a dozen people cause to the 20,000 troops in the north of their city?

Break out?

What's the point of a dozen people breaking out?

What kind of courage does it take to think that you can break out among 10,000 people?

Questions echoed in the officers' minds.

Before they were fully thought out and answered, more questions kept washing over the officers' minds like a tide.

Wei Yan kept observing the enemy's deployment during the fierce battle.

Finally, he finally found a place that was not tight.

"Break out to the northeast!"

Under his leadership, the ten-man team adjusted their direction again and rushed forward.

The sudden change of direction caught the French army off guard.

Although the subsequent cavalry came, they were blocked by their own army.

Unable to pursue quickly.

All they could do was watch the dozen or so people fight their way out and break through.

"Damn it!"

The officer looked at the back of the squad going away in the wilderness and ordered the soldiers to shoot.

But the other side seemed to have foreseen it in advance, and with a turn, they changed direction on a large scale.

All the French army's shooting was in vain.

When they wanted to shoot again, they found that the squad had gone far away and quickly disappeared on the horizon.

The French officer was furious.

The city did not last long under the attack of the French army and collapsed.

The French army did not encounter any resistance and easily entered the city.

The people in the city even waited on both sides of the street to welcome the French soldiers into the city.

Such a scene made the French army, although they won the victory, sneer at the Indians.

In the lobby of the government office, Napoleon held a whip and walked around with his hands behind his back.

He sat in the main seat of the lobby.

Liu Bei, with disheveled hair, was escorted into the hall by two French soldiers.

Although he struggled hard, he was still pressed to his knees by two soldiers.

"Your Majesty, this man is from the Han Dynasty." Among the French officers, a civil servant came out to report.

"There happened to be a translator who could speak Chinese in the team, and he recognized that the other party's face was consistent with the Han people in the East."

"But no matter what questions we asked this prisoner, the other party would not cooperate."

After reporting, the civil servant took a step back and stood aside.

Leave the decision to Napoleon.