18th century total war

Chapter 137 The Ideal Country
As the shouts continued to spread, more and more soldiers dropped their muskets and followed the orders of the Black Dragon Legion sharpshooters, stood up with their hands raised, and moved in the direction specified in their shouts.

There, also outside the effective range of muskets, stood two sharpshooters armed with guns, waiting for the prisoners to walk over.

"Damn it!
The soldiers of Li Wei's rebel army were all experienced in war, and they were still so cautious under such a huge advantage. "

Jorgen peeked at one by one of his soldiers walking towards the direction directed by the Levi rebel soldiers, and his heart exploded.

With the example of the first soldier who surrendered and was not killed, more and more soldiers surrendered naturally. They were really scared by the black dragon army.

It wasn't until dozens of people arrived at the location designated by Li Wei's rebels and were sitting on the ground under guard by two sharpshooters that no new soldiers stood up and continued to surrender.

At this moment, Jurgen's eyes lit up because he heard the sound of approaching footsteps.

At this time, Roselle, who was lying in the tall grass at half a person's height, not only heard it, but also saw the faint human legs in the distance.

This shows that someone from the Levi rebels finally got out of the bunker and began to clean up the battlefield!

"When he gets closer, I'll kill him!"

Jurgen, who didn't dare to expose his head to observe, listened to the sound of cautious footsteps, and said silently in his heart.

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly entered his ears.

Roselle knew that if he didn't get up again, he would be discovered and beaten to death by the other party.

But Russell never thought of surrendering to Li Wei's rebels, just because...

"I'm a Gironde!"

While shouting, Roselle got up from the spot at the fastest speed in his life, grasped the musket tightly with both hands, knelt on the ground in a skillful posture, and pulled towards the sharpshooter of the Levi rebels who was approaching not far away. trigger!
bang~
The first death in Levi's rebel team occurred. With Russell's veteran marksmanship, such a close distance, and the advantage of having the upper hand, it was naturally impossible to miss him.

However, before Russell's face, which was stained red by wine, burst into joy, three gunshots erupted in no particular order. Russell, who was half-kneeling in the grass, suddenly felt as if his chest was being hit by a heavy hammer. He fell backwards and fell to the ground as if he was exhausted.

Roselle, who was lying sprawled on the grass, was spitting out blood while trying to make a smile on the corner of his mouth, and shouted with all his strength in his throat:
"The Girondists are no worse than the Marseilles..."

"Captain!"

"Go to your mother's rebels, I will fight with you!"

Several soldiers who respected Roselle very much and did not surrender suddenly came out from behind their respective bunkers and even in the bushes. However, the sharpshooter who had explored the path had already been shot dead and fell to the ground. Before they could find the other sharpshooters who were hiding, Just shoot a few deadly bullets.

These soldiers, who were dazzled by anger and full of blood, vomited blood and fell limply to the ground. At this time, their captain, Roselle, had peacefully closed his eyes and fell into permanent darkness.

Jurgen's eyes were slightly moist. Although he didn't show his head to see Roselle's outburst, how could he not be familiar with Roselle's voice?
At this moment, Jorgen knew that he had misunderstood Roselle. It wasn't that he didn't want to resist, but that he was powerless to resist...

In the previous attack, once Roselle stood up, not only would it be useless, but he would be killed immediately by the enemy!

The gunfire stopped, and there were a few more cheap corpses on the ground again. Not long after, Jurgen heard the familiar footsteps again.

This time the footsteps represent two people!
Obviously, the Li Wei rebels on the opposite side figured out their "routines" and became more confident.

Jorgen didn't know that there were a few other soldiers like himself who were waiting to shoot the last shot with their lives, but he couldn't wait any longer after his footsteps gradually approached.

Jorgen suddenly got out of his body, and aimed at the gun with his fastest speed!

It's a pity that Jurgen's musket 'proficiency' is not as good as his boss Russell, and the sharpshooter on the opposite side is already on guard, and the gun is always raised!
Before Jurgen could pull the trigger, he felt a sharp pain coming from the lower part of his chest and abdomen, and then heard several gunshots.

Under the severe pain, Jurgen couldn't aim at all, and instinctively pulled the trigger with his fingers, shooting that precious last shot into the sky...

Jurgen fell. He was luckier than Russell in that he was only hit by one bullet. Even a sharpshooter would not be able to hit the target!
After all, they are not using the high-precision sniper rifles of later generations.

The fallen Jurgen had no regrets in his heart, and when he heard the subsequent shouts, roars and gunshots, he no longer cursed those subordinates with poor military qualities. The soldiers of the Wei rebels easily crushed...

The difference in the quality of individual combat between the two sides is too great, to the point where Jurgen feels desperate.

"Is this what life feels like passing by?"

Jorgen, who was lying on the ground, raised his palm covering the wound, which was dripping with blood, and his body was gradually getting colder.

After the lead bullet is injected into the body, it is easy to shatter on the muscles and bones of the human body, thus turning into shattered lead flakes and flying across the human body, creating wounds that are far more serious than superficial wounds!

That's why the apparently small wound, like a faucet turned on, keeps bleeding and even spurting blood!

As for the fate of lead poisoning and wound infection, Jurgen couldn't enjoy it anymore. He was shot under the chest and abdomen, which obviously injured the aorta. Jurgen, who was bleeding so much, felt itchy...

Gradually, Jurgen's thinking was no longer cohesive, and hallucinations began to emerge, which he himself did not know were hallucinations.

He 'dreamed' about the goal he had fought for after joining the Revolutionary Army.

In that society, there are no longer high-ranking aristocrats, and officials are friendly to the people, and communicate freely like neighbors in the neighborhood.

Oppression and exploitation no longer exist, and even the president of the republic will be punished like ordinary people after committing a crime...

When his children go to school, they no longer have to face high tuition fees, and all poor children can enjoy free education...

This is Jürgen’s ideal country, but it is a pity that his utopia cannot be realized even in the 21st century.

Equality is still just a slogan, and injustice abounds in society. Not only is education not free, but it has become a battlefield for parents and even different families to compare with each other!
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