Expedition to Europe

Christopher had long been aware of sacrificing his life for his country.

Not only Christopher, but almost all French soldiers had this awareness.

Although there was a mutiny in France during this period, and even in some places, the mutiny was still going on. But the soldiers' demands were not to stop the war, nor to seek peace in an undignified way, but to stop the meaningless death.

As soldiers, the soldiers were not afraid of sacrifice, but of worthless death.

Christopher was ready to sacrifice now. When he heard the continuous explosion of grenades on the battlefield, Christopher knew that the last moment was coming.

"Gentlemen, it's time for us to set off now." Christopher pulled out the revolver at his waist, checked the bullets in the magazine, and calmly issued combat orders to the staff and operators.

Christopher's tone was surprisingly stable, as if he had decided to go camping instead of going to die. "Go to death calmly" probably means this.

The civilian staff officers of the 215th Regiment all had guns in their hands. Some of them were pale, and their hands holding the guns were even trembling, but their expressions were mostly firm and their eyes were not floating. Although they might not touch the guns several times a year, they could stand up bravely when they needed to sacrifice themselves for the country.

There were even female operators.

Although the French advocate freedom and openness, they are still very traditional in some aspects, such as the gender composition of the army. The French are very persistent. In the French army, except for those hospital jobs that require more meticulousness and patience, there are few female members in the front-line troops.

Since the outbreak of the World War, French men are either on the battlefield or in the factory, and the army no longer excludes women.

Those female operators were also assigned a pistol. Of course, compared with men, this pistol is of great significance. It can not only be used to kill the enemy, but also to kill themselves.

Although Christopher did not say so, the operators understood this role.

But now the female operators also wanted to do their part for the country. They stopped the meaningless calls, took off the headphones on their heads, put down the pagers in their hands, put away the machines that accompanied them day and night, picked up the unfamiliar pistols, stood with the men, and prepared to accept the last mission.

"Very good..." Looking at the staff and operators who had gathered together, Christopher pursed his lips hard when he spoke, trying to suppress his excitement. Even so, Christopher's voice still sounded a little trembling: "Gentlemen, ladies, I am proud of you, and France is proud of you..."

No one spoke, everyone looked at Christopher, trying their best to suppress the excitement, fear, sadness, and anger, and listened to their superiors for the last pre-war mobilization.

"Now, it's time to show our bravery and loyalty!" Christopher looked around at everyone and shouted the slogan of the 215th Regiment with all his strength: "Always loyal!"

"Always loyal!" Countless voices responded, heavy and firm, crisp and trembling, vicissitudes, tender...

Christopher nodded, gripped the gun handle in his hand, turned around and strode away.

Men and women followed one after another, and even fought for it because they were unwilling to fall behind!

On the front line, in some areas, the German army had rushed to the high ground and fought with the French soldiers.

Only at this time can the madness hidden in the hearts of human beings be most truly reflected. They use bayonets, butts, engineer shovels, stones, nails, teeth and everything they can use to kill each other.

The French, who think they are on the righteous side, think they are crazy for their country; the Germans, who also think they are on the righteous side, think so too. The German soldiers think they are fighting to smash all conspiracies against Germany and to gain more living space for Germany.

Doing the most barbaric things under the cloak of civilization, this is what humans always do!

Opposite Hill 185, the German commander has seen the hope of victory, and more troops have been dispatched at the fastest speed, and the soldiers are eager to fight.

Below Hill 185, the German soldiers who were already on the way to charge also saw the hope of victory. They quickened their pace, or roared loudly, or silently moved their legs desperately, wanting to be the last straw that broke the camel's back and flood Hill 185.

The French soldiers fought desperately, and the German bayonets were already against their chests. They forgot their fear, their families, and even themselves, and rushed forward desperately, either killing the enemy or being killed by the enemy.

Fear has no meaning. Even if you want to escape, you must first get rid of the enemy on the opposite side before you can run, otherwise you will not be able to escape if you leave the enemy with a back.

The soldiers of the 215th Regiment also have reinforcements. Their commander Christopher has just walked to the entrance of the command department with the staff of the regiment.

At the entrance of the command center, Christopher was stunned, because in front of him, four tanks of the Foreign Legion were rumbling past Christopher.

The cold steel body, the ferocious and vicious turret, the never-stopping tracks, and the huge road wheels without any aesthetic feeling. Christopher didn't know why the tanks that usually looked extremely ugly now looked so cute.

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The tank's body was painted with the logo of the First Division of the Foreign Legion. On the shield with crossed guns and swords was an exploded shell with numbers sprayed next to it: 301, 302, 303, 305.

Christopher knew what this meant. These Arabic numerals indicated that these tanks came from the Third Regiment of the Foreign Legion. Christopher had always been very curious about why the Foreign Legion from the East used Arabic numerals instead of Roman numerals.

Perhaps Christopher should be more surprised about why he had such an idea at this moment.

Behind the tank, there was about a company of infantry. They all had guns in their hands and were crouching and marching in a concealed manner behind the tanks with small steps at a high frequency. Most of these soldiers had shotguns or Lewis machine guns in their hands. Only a few soldiers had rifles on their backs and pistols in their hands. It seemed that this was for long-range precision shooting. In addition, the proportion of Lewis machine guns was surprising. A company of more than 100 people was equipped with more than ten.

Perhaps they brought all the Lewis machine guns in France. Christopher had endless resentment in his heart.

Compared with the tall and strong French, these Chinese were not thin, but more flexible because of their well-proportioned bodies. Their uniforms were very fitted. Although they were still the traditional blue-gray color of the French army, the styles were the latest, including jackets with zippers, the latest popular workwear jeans, and zippered short boots that were easy to put on and take off.

From the faces of these Chinese who were about to go to the battlefield, you could never see fear or tension, but only calmness and determination. When seeing Christopher, a Chinese with the rank of second lieutenant even saluted while running and said "diplomatic relations!"

"Hello? No! Long live!" Christopher came back to his senses and was hugged tightly by his chief of staff.

Long live, the French have not used this word for a long time since Louis Philippe, but at this moment, Christopher shouted it very naturally.

"Long live!" Countless voices responded, and some staff officers even squatted on the ground with their faces covered. This body posture is called "surviving a disaster."