At 1,500 meters away from the central heavy artillery position of the Republic Army, the rebels also rose by a bunch of bonfires. After two charges, they also needed to rest for a while. Since they had been exposed, they did not have to hide their whereabouts, and they believed that it was safe at this distance, and the terrible self-destructive bombs could not be fired.

At this time, under the order of the general leader of the rebel army, the vicious and evil supervising team was pulling out the first 100 people who had escaped from the three echelons that had failed to launch an attack, and escorted them to an open space to kill them collectively. On the other side, a ferocious guy stood on a high place, surrounded by a group of people. He was Hustle angrily scolding a group of rebel officers who were like a stray dog.

“…

You bastards and cowards, you think the French king is the bravest and most loyal warrior. More than 30,000 people were beaten to flee by less than one-third of their enemies.

…

Regarding your abilities, we will talk about restoring the kingdom and restoring the order of nobles.

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Shame, this is a shame for all of you!

…”

From the beginning to now, Huster's endless personal speech has lasted for more than two hours, and there is no sign of stopping. Instead, he becomes more excited and excited as he speaks, and the more he speaks, the less no one listens.

The officers who came back from hell were hung their heads, occasionally turning their heads to observe each other's colleagues, listening to the screams of their soldiers constantly reaching their ears, they conveyed dissatisfaction and restlessness in their eyes. Dissatisfaction was that they suspected the commander's ability, and they would only use the supervisory team to threaten and force the soldiers to rush to the Republic's position in a suicide manner without the cover of artillery; restlessness brought inner disgust, which had become increasingly strong in the mentality of Hustle's massive exclusion of dissidents, to the camp being attacked by commandos, and now the battle failure vented resentment on themselves and the soldiers.

The casualties in the war were inevitable, but the rebel officers were very unhappy to continue to die in this way. Moreover, among them, there were angels of priests who were constantly fanning the flames, often provoking everyone's dissatisfaction with the leader, but only lacking a fuse.

At this time, the formation of the fifth tier, which was responsible for the defense of the entire army and as the general reserve team, was quietly changing. Several sudden priests brought several officers, and after a brief whisper, the senior officer in charge of the echelon command nodded decadently, and then guided his subordinates to start moving backwards. While retreating, groups of strange soldiers in blue uniforms quietly lie quietly under their silent eyes, not far from Houster.

After a while, Huster was a little tired of talking. He grabbed a bottle of wine beside him and poured it into his own. After taking a few big sips, he was ready to order another attack.

It was already past five o'clock in the morning, and the sky began to be bright, but the dawn dawn turned bright red because of a bloody battle. What teared the silence of the sky was not the morning bird that had already avoided the war, but the beginning of a new round of battle.

A huge roar came from the enemy's heavy artillery position in its original place. Soon, several shells with burning leads could be seen leaping straight to the center of the rebel camp.

"This is a devil's bullet!"

"Run!"

"Hurry up and hide!"

…

There was a crazy scream in the crowd, and it was when they saw the flowering bullets of incomparable fear attacking them again.

The soldiers fled around like headless flies. A few smart people who wanted to lie down were stepped on by their running companions, and they were reluctant to shout and scold and got up and ran around together. The officers no longer listened to the leader's scolding, nor returned to their own team, but hurriedly looked for hidden places. People were jumping everywhere, leaving Hustle alone in an obvious position. He obviously did not believe in his eyes. The shells fired by the devil were so far away.

Just as Hustle was in a daze alone, the Republican Army positions on the plains also changed. The infantry began to destroy the chest wall in sequence and clear out more than a dozen gaps about 5 meters wide. From the gap, a large number of soldiers resisted the thick wooden trenches and moved them 50 meters away to the trenches. The nearby rebel soldiers had already heard the neighing of the opponent's war horses, which was the beginning of the prelude to the Blue Legion's general attack.

The shells exploded on the heads of the dense crowd as expected, but no iron balls were shot out after the smoke of gunpowder. The bursting bullet body released countless small pieces of paper flying in the air, floating like snowflakes in the sky.

Like many people's scenes, a piece of paper fell on Shavet's head. He lifted it down and placed it in front of him, and saw a few lines of words on it. Unfortunately, Shavet was a standard illiterate Wangdai, and even it took him three months to learn the spelling of God.

So, Shaweit turned around and wanted to ask another lieutenant officer lying beside him, his boss, who was the first guy who invented the lying movement to avoid the flower bullets, and politely consulted the other party about what was written on the paper.

"This is a flyer, a flyer to persuade the surrender!" The lieutenant looked roughly and explained. It seemed that the two of them had experienced bloody battles at the same time and felt a sense of mutual appreciation. They had less rough tone to their subordinates in their words.

"The Republican Army requires us to surrender unconditionally immediately, otherwise the next time we will send will not be leaflets but real shells!"

"Surrender? We can run back to Laroche, or go further away and return to the Vandy Forest." Chavet seemed very dissatisfied.

"Maybe, there is no possibility that you said."

"Oh, what's wrong?"

"I was just suspicious at first, suspecting that the Republican Army had cut off our retreat, but I have now fully confirmed it."

The captain's tone of speech was very unnatural, his body began to tremble, and his frightened fingers were in front of him. The fifth tier in the rear organized defense was completely separated from the army for hundreds of meters, and he was still retreating. What filled their vacancy was a large number of fully armed * in blue uniforms.

Apparently, Shaweit also noticed it, almost cried and continued to ask for help from his boss.

"Lt. Lieutenant, what should I do? The fifth tier rebelled."

The lieutenant looked at Shavet helplessly and asked in frustration: "What should I do? Do you want to die?"

"Of course not, I want to live." Chavet answered firmly, that was because he had never touched a woman, but he didn't want to die early.

"Oh, then be more at ease. Let's stay here and don't move anything. Let's be prepared to surrender according to the regulations on the flyer." The lieutenant sighed, threw his short gun aside, and did exactly as required in the letter of persuasion to surrender.

"Okay, that Andrew is a devil, he will eat me!" Chavet hesitated a little. He believed in God, of course he was afraid of the Satanic messenger from hell.

"Damn cowards, if the mountain general wants to eat, he will only eat nobles, and he will not eat you at all. At least God will protect you."

"Why?"

"Because Father Benier has defected to the Republic, he is the one who attracts those blue troops."

"ah!"

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The amazing scene released in front of the two people was also seen by others. They understood their situation, and in pain, they held the flyers in their hands tightly and prepared to surrender according to the above requirements.

Perhaps they knew that there were not many people in front of them (more than 2,000 people), but the soldiers had lost their confidence in continuing to fight, lost the defense of the fifth tier, or even turned against each other. If they continued to resist, they would not meet with the god of death for a long time when they could not meet again. What was even more terrifying was that it would not take long before the summons of the devil of the hell (flowering bullet) would sound on their heads again.

Everyone's expressions were just focused on the despair of fighting and the desire for life, but Huster did not believe it. He was still stubbornly asking his subordinates to resist desperately. Seeing that no one obeyed his command, even his most trusted supervisor team lost their weapons, and hid in groups of three or five, waiting for the republic's revenge.

Hust was furious. He could not tolerate ending his life in this way of betrayal. He tried hard to pull out his saber and screamed wildly, rushing alone towards the enemy's defense line two hundred meters away.

With a gunshot, Hustle fell to the ground under the gaze of tens of thousands of rebels.

"Put down your weapons and squat on the ground!"

"Snatch the gun and don't kill it!"

…

The soldiers of the Republic shouted and did not continue shooting. The several riflemen in front stood up and called other comrades to receive the fruits of victory.

…

"Ula!"

"Ula!"

"Ula!"

…

Amid the cheers of the blue soldiers, General Andrew, the commander of the Vondae Legion, led his troops to join the reinforcements of Toulon. Andrew hugged with the two lieutenant colonels Murah and Seush, and kept calling out the names of other familiar soldiers.

When all this was over, Andrew walked alone to a corpse. He looked down at Hustle lying on the ground. The man was holding the saber tightly in his right hand. It was certain that the fighting consciousness of the moment before his death was still very strong. Andrew bent down and tried his best to erase the dry blood on the dead man's face. This was the minimum respect for the enemy on the battlefield. Looking at the deep-rooted anger, fear and unwillingness on his opponent's face, the expression that had been completely frozen, Andrew waved his hand back and asked the soldiers beside him to carry the loser's body aside for burial.

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Chapter completed!