"Long live freedom!"

Bang bang bang ~

The fierce battle was approaching dusk again. As Arno died in battle, many soldiers who were disbanded were abandoned in the chaos of the battle, learning from the "model" of the Second Corps of the Southern Army that came to support.

However, the Marseille Legion is worthy of being deeply brainwashed by revolutionary ideas... No, it should be called an army with very high political awareness. Until now, most of the battalion-level organization (the battalion-level organization was the basic organization of the French army at this time) have been crippled by Carl's troops, and many people are still fighting.

Arno's body was completely invisible at this time, with corpses of both enemies and us staggered on it, completely covering up Arno's body lying under the national flag.

But did Arnault die on the charge road, or on a very conspicuous little high ground, waving the flag of the French Revolution, and was killed by a sharpshooter with a cold gun!

This led to the "explosion" of the officers and soldiers of the Marseille Legion.

The Black Dragon Legion is not authentic, it’s a fucking black gun!

So, soldiers kept coming to this small highland to compete for the French tricolor flag and prevent their spiritual pillar from falling down.

At this moment, the soldiers of the Marseille Legion did it, with three and a half-kneel corpses, supporting each other like a tripod, fixing the broken French tricolor flag with countless holes hit by stray bullets in the middle, fluttering in the evening breeze...

Below the three corpses were piles of dead bodies everywhere, and the blood color had become the background color here, and there was no place to see the foot!

On the pile of corpses, soldiers from both sides rushed up, then fought with bayonets, muskets, and even fists and feet and teeth!

Many Marseille soldiers and guard infantrymen, because of their long battles, excessive injuries and excessive bleeding, fell to the ground, and soon became new members of the pile of corpses...

Carl held up his monocular lens with a gloomy face and looked at the anxious battlefield that had been fighting for a day and a night.

He never dreamed that the resistance of the Marseille Legion was so tenacious that it would cause such tragic losses to himself!

Even though the balance of victory had tilted towards him at this time, most of the Marseille legions were either killed or fled, and there were still a small number of people fighting around the revolutionary flag in their minds on that small high ground!

When the guard infantry retreated, they rely on the bunker built by piles of corpses and shoot from a high place. When the guard infantry went up, they used every part of their body to desperately leave the enemy!

Carl's eyes turned, and the other battlefield was much easier than the French flag. The artillery position of the Marseille Legion and the so-called Second Corps of the Southern Army had been completely taken down by Carl's men, and the final resistance was easily suppressed.

Without the bombardment of enemy artillery, Carl's men simply carried the mortar cannon, evacuated the last group of guard infantry attacking, and blasted the flower bullets at the French Revolution flag that was still erected!

He bombed all the few flowering bullets seized!

The soldiers surrounded by wounded soldiers, covered in camps, covered with smoke and blood on their faces, had no strength to rush down to threaten the enemy's mortar positions. They snuggled up with each other, or leaned on muskets, and at the last moment of their lives, they tried hard to get their bodies that were about to fall apart.

At the same time, a somewhat off-tune song "March of Marseille" resounded on the battlefield again before the bombardment of the mortar.

“When the elders and brothers sacrifice heroically, we will fight more firmly!

Bury the corpses of the martyrs with their own hands and follow their footsteps!

Follow their footsteps!

We no longer envy life, but we are willing to die in battle and sacrifice our lives for revenge. We will feel supreme glory!

…………”

Boom boom boom boom...

The explosion of the flowering bullet immediately buried the last song. When the guard infantry holding the black dragon flag came up again, there were no more crazy soldiers in the pile of corpses, with weak faces, and still full of energy singing Marseille songs.

The French Revolutionary flag seemed very lucky to stand firm under such dense (mainly because of the small highland area) fire.

The guard infantry rushed up had a rare feeling of anger. They had too many "like-minded" colleagues and soldiers fell under the flag. They pulled out the flagpole, cut it off with an axe and threw it on the ground, and set a fire on his hand...

For the soldiers who came out of the training camp collectively, all the brainwashed officers and soldiers were intimate brothers with common ambitions (fighting for Li Wei until death), so in the eyes of ordinary people, they were just cold men's training camp soldiers, and there were still many friendships among their own people.

The French Revolution tricolor flag that caused the remnants of the Marseille Legion to die for, and the black dragon flag next to it was flying freely.

It seems to be telling something.

This French sky may really shivering under the shadow of the black dragon flag!

Carl held the general's saber hanging around his waist with his palm in his hand, and came to the pile of corpses with a cold expression. He asked an officer next to him: "Have you dealt with the survivors who saw this scene?"

"General, the enemy we captured had already moved away. Seeing these stubborn enemy soldiers, they were all unwilling to surrender, and they should all be lying here."

“Yeah, it’s very good.

During this battle, the final performance of the Marseille Legion must not be promoted, as it would easily cause the revolutionary craze in France. We should promote more about the deeds of the surrendered soldiers. Arno's death was said to be killed by stray bullets during the command process.

Only by emphasizing the cowardice of our opponents will the revolutionary government continue to fear when facing us!”

Obviously, Carl, who has reached this point, also understood how to cover up the truth of history under Levi's words and deeds.

This is not a shameful thing. For Li Wei, all the winners of the world in his previous life were doing similar things.

Remember, it's all!

This is the means by which the winners instinctively maintain their reputation. As the person who laughs to the end, it is understandable that they do this. After all, the world is the one who has the hard fist and who has the final say.

I don’t know that the winner who promotes himself as “high and righteous” is not a qualified winner.

Although Li Wei's war methods are now fierce, the best outcome for those who oppose him is to work in the labor camp until they die, or even be brainwashed and finally die on the battlefield, but when Li Wei gets the French regime, he naturally has a way to clean himself and the Black Dragon Legion.

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Chapter completed!