Expedition to Europe

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During the First World War, Nightingale's theory had been generally recognized.

Perhaps military doctors are still dominated by men, but most nurses are already women.

Of course, there are also female nurses in the First Brigade, and they are pure French girls. Misha is their outstanding representative.

In the military camp, women are too rare and have always been well taken care of, especially in the Chinese troops. The noble genes born in the blood of the Chinese make them sympathize with the weak and treat the weak well.

When the female nurse was injured by a stone, the soldiers rushed over and blocked the flying stones or soil with their bodies. They leaned on each other, forming a strong human wall, escorting the wounded back.

"How should I deal with this situation?" Qin Zhiyuan asked the accompanying French officer.

"General, you are the superior now." The French officer refused to take responsibility and kicked the ball back to Qin Zhiyuan.

"Okay." Qin Zhiyuan was satisfied. He had been authorized to do whatever he wanted: "Everyone, pay attention. If you are attacked, you can choose to fight back."

Fight back?

The soldiers held their guns tightly, but they were still a little hesitant.

"Master Qin, can you shoot?" Chen Kangjian shouted.

"You can even fire a cannon!" Qin Zhiyuan was decisive.

"Fuck!" Chen Kangjian pulled out the revolver he was wearing, aimed at the boy who cursed the most fiercely and threw the most stones, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang"

The gunshot was sharp and shrill, resounding throughout the dock and the entire city of Ajaccio, shocking everyone present.

The boy Chen Kangjian aimed at was only about 18 or 19 years old. He seemed young, but he was already within the scope of the "Conscription Order" currently being implemented in France. He must have found some excuse to not serve in the military. But seeing how well he cursed, and how steady, accurate, and ruthless he was when throwing stones, it really didn't look like he was sick.

The boy was holding a stone and was about to hit him, but suddenly his body shook and he took a step back unconsciously. Then the boy looked down at his chest and found that his cotton coat was soaked with blood.

It didn't hurt!

This was the last consciousness of the boy.

Brutality is contagious.

After hearing the gunshot, a soldier immediately raised his rifle, loaded the bullet, and aimed the gun.

"Bang"

Compared to a revolver, the sound of a rifle is much louder, more powerful, and more deterrent.

The old man who was arrogant just now and was watching coldly was shot down.

Perhaps fifty years ago, this old man opened the door of the Qing Dynasty in the Far East in this way, massacred countless Chinese, robbed countless property, and left only scars all over the ground. Feng Shui turns around, fifty years later, finally a young man from the Far East avenged his father or grandfather.

"Bang Bang Bang"

Countless rifles began to shoot.

"Boom boom boom..."

MG08's roar was more shocking and more efficient.

After a while, when the smoke cleared, there was no one near the cordon. There were hundreds of corpses lying on the ground, and the rest of the people had already dispersed.

"Congratulations to the general. It seems that the rebellion here was quelled by you on the first day." The officer sent by the president laughed strangely.

"Qin, this is not the best way to deal with it." Pierre disagreed.

"Qin, how can you do this? You are slaughtering!" Misha's sense of justice was overflowing.

"Then please tell me, what should I do?" Qin Zhiyuan questioned Pierre.

"I don't know, but I shouldn't use such a fierce method. You know, if this matter spreads, it will have a great impact on your image." Pierre pulled Qin Zhiyuan aside and roared in a low voice.

"What can I do? I also want to persuade those who have lost their minds calmly, but they don't give me a chance at all! You saw the situation just now. If we don't do something, we will be driven off the dock. Do we swim back to France from here?" Qin Zhiyuan was also roaring.

The situation just now was indeed on the verge of getting out of control. In this case, there were not many options available. If the First Brigade did not establish its authority with thunderous means, it was likely that it would be difficult for the First Brigade to move forward on Corsica in the future. Of course, this approach now might make the situation worse in the future, but Qin Zhiyuan did not have much room for choice. If these people were Chinese, Qin Zhiyuan would take more gentle means, but when facing a group of hostile Corsicans and the old colonialist who had burned, killed and looted in the Far East, Qin Zhiyuan did not want to restrain himself.

Of course there are gentle means, but let's wait until we face the Chinese in the future.

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"Can't you use relatively gentle means? Can you only choose to use this method that is close to massacre? You disappoint me so much. Your current behavior is simply that of a butcher." Misha's mood was a little wrong. She seemed to be overstimulated.

"No, Qin's behavior is appropriate! Corsica is currently in chaos. Only decisive and powerful actions like Qin's can restore order in Corsica." The military officer agreed with Qin Zhiyuan's decisiveness.

Don't think that Western countries all pay attention to democracy and human rights. That is just a fig leaf for them to cover up their dictatorship. Countries like Britain, France, and the United States have never been merciful. They are not only good at using bayonets and whips to treat colonial people, but also good at dealing with their own citizens.

And these three countries have good reasons to deal with their own people. They have always believed that all mass movements not initiated by the ruling class are all the work of a certain ideology. When dealing with certain ideologies, all means can be used.

Therefore, Americans can use the army to deal with workers, French can arrest MPs with different political views at will, and British workers who dare to start a strike are simply "treason".

So, don't say that the so-called freedom of Britain, France, and the United States is not even believed by their own people!

"When you say such things, you should be ashamed! Look at those people lying in a pool of blood. They are all French citizens and have contributed their strength to France. How can you say such things?" Misha was furious.

"Hey, Miss, get it clear, we are in the same group." The officer was obviously stunned. He couldn't understand Misha's anger.

"Go to hell! Damn it, I don't want to be in the same group with you!" Misha swore, which was rare.

"Pierre, you and Duke go to deal with the wounded and the bodies, leave it to me here." Qin Zhiyuan interrupted Misha.

Misha's emotions were out of control. If he continued to talk, he might say something even more unpleasant. Duke's face had changed, and Qin Zhiyuan didn't want to cause trouble.

"Why? Why didn't you let me speak?" Misha was angry.

"Listen to me, Misha, calm down. It's wartime now. These are all part of the war and are inevitable." Qin Zhiyuan grabbed Misha's shoulders and looked into Misha's eyes.

Qin Zhiyuan felt a little distressed when he touched her thin shoulders and thin body.

"Damn it, even you said that, you are such a bastard..." Misha tried in vain to hold Qin Zhiyuan's arm, trying to break free from Qin Zhiyuan's restraints, tears rolling down her cheeks, as crystal clear as pearls.

"Yes, I am a bastard, I am a bastard." Qin Zhiyuan hugged Misha into his arms and comforted her softly.

"Why, why is this all..." Misha burst into tears.