Expedition to Europe

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It sounds ridiculous to capture a submarine with a grenade, but it is not an exaggeration at all.

There was an even more bizarre example during World War II, when the sailors on the USS Obanning used potatoes to sink a Japanese submarine.

But for the soldiers of the First Brigade, this was undoubtedly a brand new experience, so much so that when the Stone docked, the soldiers were still discussing it with great interest.

"Tell the brothers to be careful, don't be so excited, just treat this as an enemy-occupied area, and don't be careless at all." Qin Zhiyuan had read the information from Winnington before, and had some understanding of the situation on Corsica.

At present, the residents on Corsica are divided into three factions. One faction demands peace, and its population accounts for one-fifth of the total population; the other faction demands independence, and its population accounts for two-fifths of the total population; the rest are centrists, who have no political demands and just want to live a stable life.

But in this chaotic world, there is no such thing as a stable life.

Qin Zhiyuan came here to disrupt their peaceful life. The French have been doing this kind of thing for hundreds of years around the world, and they did it once in the Far East half a century ago.

There are two cities in the south and north of Corsica. It is a bit of an exaggeration to call them cities. It is more appropriate to call them "towns". Ajaccio in the south and Bastia in the north. There are only four or five thousand people in these two cities, and less than half of them live in mainland France. There are only two or three thousand people left in the city. If it is changed to the Far East, the slightly larger villages have more people than them.

There are five or six thousand people at most, but they occupy more than 8,000 square kilometers of land. It can be seen that compared with the densely populated Far East, it is really unfair for them to occupy such a large living space with such a small number of people.

When he landed, Qin Zhiyuan noticed that there was no one on the dock, and even the streets in Ajaccio were empty. Standing on the boat and looking over, the gray forests were interspersed with red and white houses. It was beautiful, but it was empty like a dead city, without any popularity.

However, Qin Zhiyuan knew that perhaps behind those doors and windows, there were pairs of eyes hidden, secretly spying here, watching this strange army, watching these strange Orientals.

"It seems that the people here don't welcome you very much." Jeffrey shook his head repeatedly, expressing his pessimism about Qin Zhiyuan's trip.

"Who knows, if we didn't carry rifles, but held flowers and cheese, it might be much better, but it's a pity that the gentlemen in Paris only gave me rifles." It doesn't matter, Qin Zhiyuan has been mentally prepared for being cold.

"Man, I can only take you here, I wish you good luck." Jeffrey stretched out his hand to Qin Zhiyuan.

"I wish you good luck too, do you want to leave two boxes of grenades for you?" Qin Zhiyuan was kind.

"Oh, God, shut up your crow mouth, I don't want to meet those black fish again." Jeffrey complained loudly to Qin Zhiyuan.

The submarine captured by Qin Zhiyuan has been handed over to the French. The Stone is a large ship equipped with radio equipment that can be used to call the French Navy. When the navy saw that several civilian ships actually captured a submarine, they were very surprised, but when they knew that Qin Zhiyuan was on the ship, this surprise became a matter of course.

The news propaganda during this period has begun to show results.

Qin Zhiyuan jumped onto the dock and stepped hard on the land under his feet twice to feel the solidity and heaviness. Compared with floating on the sea on a ship, Qin Zhiyuan still likes the feeling of stepping on the ground.

The dock was full of soldiers from the First Brigade. They were lining up in companies, and various commands came one after another. The soldiers' voices were neat and loud, showing a good mental state. The supplies on the ship were being unloaded, and small hills were piled up on the dock. There were not only ammunition, but also various food and supplies, from canned food to tents. The quartermaster was counting the supplies. The First Brigade would not receive supplies within half a month, and they must be used in a planned manner.

When the boxes were seen being unloaded, there was finally movement in the city. First, one or two people tried to walk out of the house, then a dozen, and finally thousands of people came out and formed a circle outside the cordon drawn by the First Brigade. Perhaps everyone in the city was here.

When they saw the residents of Corsica, although they could see the desire in their eyes, the soldiers of the First Brigade did not overflow with love.

They were suppressing the rebellion, not doing charity. Qin Zhiyuan emphasized this very clearly before setting off.

"Can I ask, are you from the French Army?" An old man in neat clothes and hats stood out from the crowd. He had white hair and beard and looked quite prestigious.

"Yes, we are the First Brigade of the Foreign Legion." Having been in France for more than half a year, the soldiers can speak a few words of French.

"Excuse me, what country are you from? Indochina? Or Japanese?" The old man said politely.

"No, we are Chinese, all of us are Chinese." The soldier was very proud.

"Chinese!" The old man's attitude suddenly became arrogant, and his eyes changed from gentle to contemptuous: "I have been to your country when I was still very young, and I still remember that although your women are ugly, their skin texture is very good."

That was probably more than 50 years ago. So, this old guy probably participated in the British and French coalition forces. It was this group of people who burned down the Old Summer Palace.

"Chinese? Damn it, are they those Chinese with ugly braids?"

"Why are there yellow monkeys in the Foreign Legion?"

"It's a shame to let the Foreign Legion land on Corsica!"

"Drive them away!"

"Go back to your hometown, you are not welcome here."

"Before you get out, leave your things behind!"

The onlookers who didn't know the truth shouted.

The Chinese workers didn't know much about what happened half a century ago, but from the words and attitudes of the people around them, they could see that they were hostile.

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So the soldiers tightened their rifles in their hands and prepared to deal with accidents.

"Get out of Corsica!"

"Where you are standing is where the great Napoleon was born."

"You are not welcome here!"

There were continuous shouting and cursing, and some of the more hot-tempered ones had picked up stones on the ground and threw them over.

How to deal with this situation?

If they were facing German soldiers, the soldiers would obey the subconscious reaction, but now they were facing unarmed civilians, including a large number of women and children. The soldiers were at a loss and didn't know how to fight back.

Soon, a soldier who was caught off guard was hit on the head by a stone and bled profusely.

The military doctor immediately went out, and the female nurse from France followed with a medicine box to rescue people, but the white military uniform attracted more stones.

"Bitch!"

"You prostitute!"

"Kill this self-loving bitch!"

More stones flew over, accompanied by filthy abuse.

"You are too much!" The nurse screamed and tried to protect the wounded with her body, and soon she was also hit by a stone.

Unlike the soldiers wearing helmets, the nurses wore soft hats and had no defense against stones. At the moment of being hit by the stone, the blonde and blue-eyed petite female nurse, who was obviously French, was almost instantly soaked by the gushing blood.

It was really too much!