C3516 France Heroes

There was no government or institution to organize them, and these people had come together purely by blood, only on the spur of the moment when the news of the French defeat reached the bars of the Shanghai French Concession and the weeping French citizens were drunk.

At today's Chinese celebration, the French did not show up. On one hand, they were emotionally difficult to get along with. On the other hand, the British and French consuls were warning and restraining them.

However, he did not expect that there would still be more than ten veterans from the The French Empire who had organized an attack on the Chinese under the protection of the pro-French British patrolling patrol.

The French Veterans roared like thunder from the gunfire. When the fight became intense, their eyes were even filled with tears. Those oil paintings were their national treasures, how could they be willing to let the Chinese take them away?

The veterans hidden in the homes and central banks took advantage of the chaos created by the British patrols to fire suddenly, and even threw out home-made explosive packages, black-fire drugs obtained from the Chinese, bundled into explosive packs and thrown in places where there were many people.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The sound of explosions were filled with the screams of the people, the smell of smoke and blood pervading both sides of Huangpu River.

Fortunately, it was just a normal black fire medicine. If it was a military granular fire medicine, the number of casualties would increase by at least ten times!

"Sniper Suppression Shooting..." Rangers Countercharge... "Charge in and kill these thugs!"

The Marines that had experienced the Franco-Prussian War were not in a state of chaos. The snipers used the Silver Ink Mountain as a cover and started shooting towards the sky. Screams could be heard constantly from the windows.

Taking advantage of the French being suppressed by the fire, the team of three who had drawn their katana broke through the door and started to clear the room one by one with their pistols and katars.

"Steady!" Everyone stabilize! How could he care about such a small matter when Paris had already been breached? "Do what you usually do in practice, and do what you do now!"

Ling Mutai leaned on Silver Mountain, protecting old shopkeeper as well as Hu Xueyan and the others. He was not in a hurry at all to even light up a cigarette for Mi Fei and Boss Niu Jinfu.

"Take a puff..." It's fine, take a puff... In less than a quarter of an hour, the battle will be settled! "

"This is nothing. Last year in Paris, it was truly brutal street fighting. The French have even organized women. The civil war massacred the entire city, and blood flowed like a river …"

Just as Ling Mutai was comforting the God of Fortune, a scream came up from the side of the Huangpu River, "There are French ghosts here too …" The voice belonged to Zhang Xiaowen who had dodged after his injury.

No one would have thought that in the small boat that the Huangpu River was listening to, there would actually be a final French assassin. He held the military grenade that he bought from the black market, pulled the fuse and threw it out.

Fortunately, Zhang Xiaowen was hiding here, so they were able to see the movements on the boat from the gaps below the river railings.

"Throw it into the river …"

Ling Mutai rolled forward, avoiding the rain of bullets in the building. While rolling, he took out the revolver, and just as his body stabilized, pa pa pa pa pa … The six bullets vanished into thin air.

The French hitman who was hiding in the boat had been beaten into a sieve and rolled down Huangpu River!

The Chinese people that were led by Xiao Letian were a group of the most unsettled terrorists, and simply weren't normal citizens in the sense of the word. The Chinese people had gathered almost all the adventurous people under the leader's command.

Zhang Xiaowen this kind of person dared to cooperate with the Qing Dynasty just for money, they were financial terrorists with their heads on their belts, they were extremely daring!

Just as Ling Mutai gave the order, he rushed forward to pick up the smoke grenade and threw it back to the Huangpu River without caring about the pain in his shoulders!

Boom … Bba Bba Bba Bba … The explosion from the grenade and the gunshots from the revolver sounded out at almost the same time!

"Seal the Huangpu River! Search each boat... These French devils are so tough to deal with! " Ling Mutai thought back to the brutal street fights he had in the Paris Commune and immediately stopped looking down on them.

"Increase in strength! Don't underestimate your opponent... Don't forget how those French s killed their own people in Paris! "

"This people are really good at street fighting! And it was extremely crazy, to increase the number of troops! "Quickly finish the battle …"

More snipers joined the battle, and more anti-charge squads charged into the ambush with Katana in their hands!

After all, the number of Frenchmen who attempted to assassinate him was very small. As more and more rooms were destroyed, gunshots and screams rang out one after another. Soon, there were only one or two fire spots left.

On the other hand, the Green Battalion s and even the Xiang Army's cavalry were approaching from outside the city.

The end of the French attacker had finally arrived!

Suddenly, with a "pa" sound, one of the windows on the fourth floor was broken and a French flag of three colors flew out!

The bloodied French Veterans waved his flag in the window regardless of the danger. The sniper beside Ling Mutai was about to pull the trigger, but was stopped by old shopkeeper and the others!

"Let's see what they are up to!"

The injured French Veterans was fully aware that the apocalypse had arrived. He looked at the European art treasures behind the Silver Mountain with deep emotions.

At the last moment, the veteran who was waving the flag and the struggling soldiers in the room began to sing "Marseille's Song".

"Forward, children of the motherland, rise quickly! A glorious day is waiting for you! Look at Tyrant facing us, raising a flag stained with blood... "

"Did you hear that? A cruel soldier, howling for the land of his homeland, he rushed to your side and killed your children and your wife. Armed! Rise, fellow countrymen! Organize the team well! Rise up! Work hard to advance! "

The Bund was dead silent. The sounds of gunfire and killing gradually died down. Although people did not know French, they could hear the grief and indignation of the dying singers.

In other corners of Bund, there were even lonely French citizens who stood up and sang along with the rhythm!

Flames burst from the room, and the last three men ended their lives with their own flames. Even at the last moment, they did not stop singing and waving their flags.

Everyone was shocked. They watched as the thick smoke and flames engulfed the entire room, but even until the very end, the singing of the Marseille did not stop.

The song of the even more majestic Marseille was suddenly heard in Shanghai's French Concession District. The French, who were far away from their home country, were bidding farewell to their veterans this way.

In the song, countless Frenchmen were crying their hearts out!

"I... "Only now do I know what kind of enemy the leader is fighting!"

"It is only now that I understand how difficult it was for the leader to reach this step …"

Hu Xueyan's face turned pale white. Everything that happened today was even more shocking than the war in Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, it was not about killing, but just this kind of mentality!

The French did not admit defeat even at the moment of their death. Even if their government had caved in to compensate them, the spirit of the France did not!

It had nothing to do with justice. They loved their country. It was as pure as love!

Fan Lian's heart was filled with tears as he said, "Young Master is not easy! Young Master is really going against all the heroes of the world! "

"Such an enemy …" Sad, lamentable, honorable! "