C277 blood-stained post card

Life is always full of surprises, even the most perfect plan would be afraid of change, this point was clearly reflected in these Switzerland people.

Originally, the Prussian intelligence agency had selected a very reliable farmer. This silver-haired old man, who was respected as the Father Simon by the French and the citizens of the Switzerland, had been in the agricultural by-products business for his entire life. He had been on this road for almost 50 years, and almost everyone knew him.

The Father Simon was very hospitable, he would often bring sausage wine and other such delicacies to the soldiers of the border guards. He had a very good relationship with them, normally, no one would inspect his goods.

Father Simon recognized the captain at a glance. He roared and rushed forward to give him a punch, then his left eye immediately turned into a panda.

"Damn Jacques, you seduced my granddaughter and you actually ran away. You, Windy Ghost, are simply a bastard …" The Father Simon was indeed a typical Switzerland, after all, he was scolding in French, Italian and even German.

What was even worse was that he would use some unfamiliar Switzerland language to scold people, to the point that even the French soldiers didn't know what he was talking about.

Captain Jacques was really unlucky today. Normally, with his level, he wouldn't have to stand at the checkpoint and personally inspect the situation. However, due to the recent movement of the Prussian, Paris had increased the level of the guards for the border guards, forcing him to come out of his office.

The French were really too romantic. Last year, Jacques coincidentally met the granddaughter of the Father Simon. The 18-year-old girl from the Switzerland deeply attracted him, and Jacques immediately launched a love attack.

A little girl in her teens was of an innocent age, and they were now Jacques's opponents. Under the offensive of sweet talk and fresh flowers, the little girl very quickly threw herself into Jacques' embrace.

It was a pity that the good news did not last long. Jacques was transferred back to Paris for a short period of time, and during this period of time, he fell in love with a noble lady in Paris.

The angry Father Simon had wanted to find Jacques's theory several times, but unfortunately, he dodged them all. Today, his enemies' eyes were exceptionally red, and he did not care about his own important mission, so he loudly roared and rushed forward to swing his fist.

Captain Jacques was already in the wrong, and taking two hits was enough for him to suffer. The surrounding soldiers all knew that their leader was in the wrong, but couldn't you just keep fighting endlessly? After receiving more than a dozen punches, Jacques finally became angry.

"Pull this madman apart! What are you all looking at like that for? "Arrest all of this madman's carriages, and carefully inspect them …"

"Bastard, you've bullied my granddaughter, yet you still dare to deduct my caravan. I'll perish together with you …"

The Father Simon was so angry that he almost fainted. He picked up his pitchfork and was about to poke a few transparent holes in it, but he was stopped by the disguised German intelligence officer. "Oh, dad, don't be angry. Business is more important, customers are still waiting for our patriarch grass …" As he spoke, he pinched his father's arm.

It was only at this time that his father realized that he had accepted 2,000 Gold franc s to escort these Chinese people into France.

"Damn Jacques, this time we let you off easy, just wait for me to report to your superior!"

Jacques had also wanted to go ahead and tell the story, but when he heard that Simon was going to complain to his superiors, he went crazy.

"Check, check immediately!" "From today onwards, this old thing will give me a thorough check of all his goods …"

When the captain ordered, the soldiers had no choice but to take the bayonets and dig into the grasses one by one, even though they were biased towards the Father Simon.

The Father Simon and those fake Prussian intelligence officer s were so scared that their backs were about to be drenched in white hair. There are 50 Chinese people in these 10 vehicles. If they were to stab down with bayonets like this, an accident might happen.

"You …" Father Simon opened his mouth wanting to say something but no words came out. At this time, Jacques sneered in his heart, "There is indeed something fishy, there is indeed something wrong with these hay carts!"

"Soldiers of France, carefully check and see if there are any things that shouldn't be in these grasses!"

The soldiers at the border were well aware of the smugglers' methods. Since the tariffs on different goods differed, there was no doubt that the grass was the goods with the lowest tariffs. That is why many merchants hide high tariffs such as meat, wine, and cheese.

Looking at Father Simon's weird face today, this means that there must be some private goods inside the Hay Cart.

The shiny white bayonets pierced through the grass, Simon and his followers' hearts were in their throats. If there was even the slightest sound from the Chinese inside, the crossing would be over.

After inserting the cold bayonet into the grass, the soldiers felt the strength coming from their hands. After pulling out the bayonet, they also had to examine the edge of the knife carefully. If there was grease, then it meant there was cheese or sausages inside.

Yepingtai was the first one to suffer, the shining white bayonet cut his face, and fresh blood flowed out from the one inch long wound. However, this Japanese swordsman was not afraid at all. There was a hint of unswerving pride in the fact that Mt. Tai had collapsed.

The bayonet was stained with fresh blood, but during the process of drawing it back, it was once again wiped clean with dry grass. The French soldiers outside did not notice anything amiss.

The group of French soldiers s tried poking at the carriages one by one, but nothing abnormal happened. Just when the captain was preparing for the next round of inspection, intelligence officer walked over to smooth things over.

"Respected Captain, don't get too violent, Father Simon is already too quiet, this means that he is convinced, why must you cause trouble?"

"I promise you, when we get back, I'll definitely advise dad not to cause any trouble and there won't be any complaints to your superiors." I guarantee you, I'll definitely advise dad not to cause any trouble and there won't be any complaints to your superiors.

Under intelligence officer's persuasion, the captain finally let go of his words. "Oh, God, I really don't want to make things difficult for him. If he didn't go overboard, I would have taken care of him somehow …" "Alright, you can leave now …"

The clouds had all dissipated for the day. Father Simon dejectedly paid the duties and the carriage drove into the borders of France.

When the group turned a corner and they could no longer see the soldiers at the gates anymore, everyone put away their calm faces. One by one, they nervously whipped the horses and rushed forward.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry up and enter the manor, I have a bad feeling about this. Something is going to happen, something really is going to happen!" The middle-aged man driving the car was actually the freelance writer, Leo.

Ten kilometers away was the stronghold of the Prussian intelligence service, a large ranch.

It was broad daylight and in France, and it was too dangerous for anyone to overturn the pasture and let the Chinese out.

The charging horses quickly brought the large carriage into the pasture, and before the carriages could stop, a group of people rushed up to them.

The cloth and hemp rope used to tie up the grasses were removed, and people began to frantically flip over the grasses. When they saw what was inside, everyone was scared silly.

"My God, what kind of army is this? "Is he even human …"

Just as they were talking, Luo Huo and the rest who had arrived earlier rushed over, seeing the wounds on Yepingtai's face they were all enraged: "Who did this? Are you the French bastard at the checkpoint? "F * ck …" Luo Huo ran up the carriage and carried Yepingtai.

"Don't worry about me, look at the others …" Yepingtai pushed Luo Huo away and reached out to help a pale Japanese mercenary.

"Doge! "Duoji, what happened to you …" Yepingtai lowered his head to look, Duoji's abdomen had already been dyed red with blood, his hands tightly covering the wound.

"Consecutive …" Company Commander! I can't hold on any longer, I'm going to return to God of Heaven's side … Can you help me with that? I want to die like a warrior! "

Duoji's face was already sallow, his lips were shockingly white, and the grass around him was soaked in blood.

"Doge! "Why aren't you making a sound, you passed the checkpoint, why aren't you making a sound …" Bing Tai knelt beside him as his tears poured down like rain.

"Prime Minister …" Prime Minister said... "The military order is like a mountain, I cannot bring everyone into danger …" At this point, Doge's vision turned black. His blood was almost completely drained.

"Where's the doctor? Is there a doctor... "Save him, save our brother …" Yepingtai hugged Duoji and begged.

It was too late, there was too much delay, unless there was a modern operating room in the stable, and a few thousand more CC plasma would be enough to save him. Unfortunately, this was in 1866, and human first aid techniques were still very, very primitive.

Several German medical soldier s checked for a long time before finally shaking their heads. They were all helpless.

Duoji was the most seriously injured soldier in the entire army. Including him, there were a total of ten soldiers that were stabbed by bayonets. However, without exception, no one made a sound, not even a moan.

"Terrifying Chinese, how on earth did this army come about?!" Are their hearts all steel? " All of the German present took off their hats and stood straight, the atmosphere was extremely heavy.

Luo Huo cried profusely. He twirled on the ground in a violent rage, grabbing one Prussian intelligence officer after another but only asking about what had happened.

Luo Huo did not like this group of Japanese Foreign Legion. He felt that if the Prime Minister gave them the resources, it would be a waste. However, disliking it or not, this was only a conflict within the New Army. When they faced the insults from outsiders, they would definitely stand up for their comrades.

What was a comrade-in-arms? He could just casually scold him, but no outsider would be able to scold him!

"We have all lost blood on the battlefield, you are the blood brother of I, Luo Huo … Don't go too far with your spirit soul. Just wait for me, your big brother, to take revenge for you … This French sentry, brother will clean it up for you! "

When Duo Ji heard Luo Huo's promise, the corners of his mouth trembled. He wanted to laugh, but didn't have the strength to do so. The Death of the Warrior... "Wrong..."

This was Duoji's final request before his death, and no one could reject it. In the end, Bing Tai and supported Duoji on both sides as they knelt on the haystack, while Yepingtai personally apologized for him.

The Foreign Legion was Xiao Letian's allowed army that carried blades. They had kept the Katana s as close combat assault weapons. But today, Yepingtai's Katana would make a mistake on behalf of Duoji, so all the Japanese soldiers present knelt down on the ground with tears in their eyes, to send Duoji off.

"Dogidoguchi! You are the bravest warrior! "It's so beautiful that it can cut through the stomach …" With a flash of her tears, the Katana died.