C3025 Mace surrendered

The security guards' camp was like a surging tide as the officers present were immediately separated into two distinct groups!

All the commanders who belonged to the Empire's elite troops basically had the status of nobility. Even if they were Knights, they were considered one of the privileged classes.

These people had long been anxious about their future, and there was no clear way of telling how the Republic would treat them.

If they were not willing to lose their Nobility and were even more afraid of being punished by the Republic of China, these noble officers would definitely be afraid of them. As long as they were not forced into a desperate situation, they could not fight to the death.

Now that Marshal Ba Zan had given them a way out, these people were naturally eager to stop the war. One must know that Prussia had kings and nobles, so they would definitely treat people with the same status as them with preferential treatment.

In other words, it would be safer in the hands of the Prussian, and the treatment would be even better!

Other than that, these people were also looking forward to the restoration of the Emperor. Although Ba Zan did not tell them that the surrender was under the orders of the French Emperor, some rumors had already started to spread around in their ears.

Their hearts were in disarray. They no longer had any will to fight. Surrendering to save their lives was their intention!

There were only forty odd military officers left without Nobility, and the leader of them had already been killed. His corpse was twitching in a pool of blood, and a battalion of soldiers surrounded them.

When it was time to lower their heads, they had to do so. These loyal officers who were loyal to their race and not to the emperor looked at the marshal in grief.

"Do you really want to finish this? Can't peace break up? What you have surrendered for, are we brave soldiers that can't die for our people? "

"Let us die on the battlefield! Let's break out and die on the way! "

"Marshal …" These commanders could not hold back their tears. "Marshal!" We are willing to die for our motherland, we are willing to be martyred for our people... Can't it? Even that won't do! "

"You're in North Africa, in Crimea... It's not like that? Back then, you were facing the enemy's fire, standing at the very front of the Rangers Wu with the status of a general! "

"Where's that Ba Zan who isn't afraid of death? You told us... Where did that Ba Zan go? "

The tearful questions made Ba Zan's eyes redden. By his side, Radramiro and the other generals looked at him in shock, how could their hearts be marred by this?

"Pull them down! Concentrate and imprison... If you dare to resist, I will kill you without mercy! "

"I have a letter of acceptance from the leader. From now on, the troops will be commanded by someone else …"

"Logistics Department has locked down the armoury and materiel depot … No soldier can carry a bullet or a spear! The food will only be distributed to those troops awaiting dispatch... "

"If that single unit dares to make a move, then surround them. Those that resist will be immediately suppressed …"

The soldiers of the guard camp rushed forward, and dragged the officers who were questioning them out. Those people had no way of resisting and could only shout angrily at Ba Zan.

"Where did the brave warrior Ba Zan go? What about that fearless general? "

"Marshal …" How are you going to face this scene for the rest of your life? Can you close your eyes before you die? "

"The warriors of the Kingdom of Heaven who walked in the front... They're looking at you! They're looking at you! How will you face them after you die! "

Ba Zan stood on stage with his eyes closed, his hands trembling like a sieve, he almost wanted to say something.

But at the critical moment, General Radmiro and others took his hand. We cannot betray your majesty! "

Ba Zan's tears could not help but begin to flow down his face, "Burying Sang Sitan... I... I'm not as good as him! It's not as good as him! "

With that, Ba Zan turned and left, and when he got off the stage, he almost tripped on himself, "I'm not as good as them …" "I'm not as good as him …"

The Mace City was finally completely controlled by the royalist party. Sang Sitan's death caused the last batch of loyal officers to see what it meant to despair.

Inside the warehouse of the railway station, forty officers were locked in. They climbed out of the windows and watched and listened to the chaos of the city.

There were bugle calls everywhere, and all the troops were gathering their own troops, many of which were directly pulled down from the defensive line.

There was an endless stream of convoys transporting supplies. Countless guns and bullets were locked up while the last batch of food was distributed on a large scale.

The entire city was in an uproar as loud noises could be heard everywhere. Some of the troops no longer had the will to fight, and when they heard that they could kill someone without fighting, they all cheered.

These soldiers who had endured for a few months finally knew that their lives were safe. They started a fire to make dinner, eating the last delicious meal in Mace City.

Of course, there were also those who were unresigned. Those who were still determined to fight and still believed in the unyielding nature of the nation began to clamor, and there were even some who tried to break into the headquarters to cause chaos.

However, they could no longer cause any trouble, because the high ranking officers of the garrison unit were all locked up, and all of the leaders of the regiment or higher were not present at the scene.

Expect some battalion units to rebel? The moment there was an uproar, the surrounding royalist party's troops immediately surrounded them like a tide. Often, a thousand people would surround a few hundred people, and then forcefully disarm them.

The disobedient troops were dismembered and divided into small squads one by one, and then dispersed into the armies of the royalist party, which meant that they were under guard.

Under such strong suppression, the entire Mace City quickly regained order!

The sun was setting in the west as the stars filled the sky!

Mace City's dinner time had ended. It was unknown which army had started it, but the empire's military song was constantly being sung. There were even people singing the forbidden song "Marseille" at the same time!

The officers in formal uniforms shouted loudly in front of their own troops, "Brothers!" "The situation is already like this. If we don't surrender, we can only die …"

"For the sake of our brothers, we will not throw our lives away. For the sake of saving some vitality for the France … Therefore, the Marshal had no choice but to surrender! "

"But! My guns can be handed over to the enemy, but our glory can never be handed over to the enemy! "

"Our honorary flag cannot be left with the barbaric Prussian!"

"Light the bonfire!" Burning the military flag! Our name will be left in the France forever! "

nineteenth century, the armies of the various countries of Europe all have a tradition of honorary battle. Their military flags, badges, uniforms, armors … and so

The flags of that era were different from those of the World War II era, they were not simple pieces of dyed cloth!

The flags of the France's second empire were all meticulously designed by the most outstanding designers. On them, complicated embroidery patterns were carried out with golden threads and various colored threads!

Every flag was given by the Emperor himself and preserved by the army for life, and only this one side was left in the world!

With the military flag, even if there was only one soldier left in this troop, the number would still remain!

If the military flag was burned down, it would prove that this unit had been completely annihilated. Even if there were more than ten thousand people left, it would only mean that the structure of this unit had been destroyed.

In such a situation, the only thing they could do was hope that the emperor would give them the flag again!

As long as this flag was captured by the enemy, then the title of this army would never be rebuilt, unless the army could take it back!

How could the pride of the French be trampled on by the Prussian? They would rather burn down their own military flag than leave it behind for the Prussian!