Chapter 51: The King's Servant (5000)
"Nonsense! Wait until I use some connections to get you back to the rear." Hearing Moreno's words, Markel almost tore off his mustache. His face turned red with anger, and his eyebrows were tightly knitted together, showing the violent fluctuations in his heart.
"I'm not going back!" Moreno responded stubbornly.
"What can a little kid like you do here?" Markel roared, his voice echoing in the small room, shaking the picture frames on the wall.
"I'm already eighteen, and there are so many people my age who have gone to the battlefield. Why can't I stay here? I can also contribute to France!" Moreno also shouted, his voice full of reluctance and determination, his eyes firmly staring at Markel. His fists were clenched, and his knuckles turned white because of the force, showing his inner determination.
"Listen kid, I know you are patriotic and want to contribute to this country, but you can do more for this country with your identity instead of going to the front line to die as a soldier in vain." Markel turned around and looked into Moreno's eyes deeply and seriously. His voice was low and carried irresistible majesty.
At this time, the earth-shaking explosion sounded in the Cobb Forest not far from them. Markel could even feel the ground beneath his feet trembling slightly, as if the war had already reached his door. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, making people feel suffocated.
"Report to the Colonel! The Prussian army has bombarded the Kaub Forest!" The messenger pushed open the door in a panic and reported. His face was pale, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, his eyes were full of fear and tension, and his voice was trembling. It was obvious that he was extremely frightened by the explosion just now.
"I understand. Gather the troops and prepare to support the defenders of Cobb Forest." Markel said calmly, his tone revealing an unquestionable determination. His eyes were as sharp as a hawk, sweeping over the messenger and making him dare not hesitate at all.
"Yes!" The messenger received the order and ran out quickly again.
"And you, stay behind. I'll send someone to take you back after I've driven back the Prussians." Markel continued to speak to Moreno. Although his tone was stern, his eyes were filled with helplessness and concern. His voice was low and warm, as if he was giving Moreno his final advice.
"I won't go back!" After saying this, Moreno pushed the door open and left angrily with full of anger and determination.
Markle looked at his back without stopping him, with complicated emotions churning in his heart. His brows were furrowed, and a trace of worry and helplessness flashed in his eyes.
After watching Moreno leave, Markel shouted to the air beside him: "Come out." His voice was deep and powerful, as if he had already anticipated what was going to happen. The air in the room seemed to become heavy at this moment, with a faint sense of oppression.
A black figure slowly emerged from the air. It was a tall man wearing a black cloak. He was completely hidden in the shadows, revealing only a pair of eyes that shone with golden light. His steps were light and silent, like a gust of wind.
"Markel, long time no see. By the way, wasn't that the heir of the Rothschild family? How come he is here? I remembered that you were not interested in anyone in the Presbyterian Church? Why did you change your mind?" The black figure's voice was hoarse and low, with an elusive sense of mystery.
"He is different from those parasites in the Presbyterian Church. I can see that he has ideals. Tell me, why did the Presbyterian Church send you here this time?" Markle's tone was very cold, and there was a hint of vigilance in his eyes.
"The Council of Elders doesn't want France to lose the war, so they sent me to give you some help." As he spoke, the black figure took out an exquisite glass bottle from his clothes, which was filled with a red liquid with a hint of gold.
The liquid flows slowly in the bottle, emitting a strange light. The surface of the bottle is also carved with complex patterns, making it look mysterious and dangerous.
"Dragon blood? What are these people in the Elder Council planning?" Markle said in surprise, looking at the liquid in the glass bottle.
"I can't tell you what the Elders want to do, and I don't think you want to hear it. But this is your only choice now." The black figure handed the glass bottle to Markel, with a hint of helplessness and persuasion in his voice.
Markel stared at the bottle of liquid for a long time, and finally took it, with a flash of determination and resoluteness in his eyes. His hands trembled slightly, and it was obvious that he was struggling fiercely in his heart.
"I hope you understand that I do this for France, not for some damn Presbyterian Church." His voice was low and firm, and every word seemed to be engraved on his heart.
"I know that we have known each other for so many years but still don't understand you. But this time the Council of Elders did give an order. I heard that a super hybrid has recently appeared in the Prussian army and even killed the dragonized Deleon. According to the news, the hybrid is now in the Cobb Forest. The Council of Elders hopes that you can kill the hybrid as a bargaining chip in exchange for this bottle of dragon blood." The black figure continued in a hoarse voice.
"Sure enough, those Jews want to maximize their profits in everything they do." Markel cursed in a low voice, frowning, with a flash of anger and helplessness in his eyes. His fists were clenched, showing his inner anger.
"I've heard a little about the half-blood on the front line. He's said to be very powerful, but I can't guarantee that I can kill him." Markel's voice was a little hesitant and cautious.
"Try your best. If you can't, the Elders will send others to kill him. Your most important task now is to defend the Hill of the Dead." The black figure said casually. This task was just given to Markel. If it couldn't be completed, someone else would do it.
After saying this, the black figure began to slowly disappear, his figure gradually blending into the air, and finally only a vague outline remained. His voice also became lower and lower, like a breeze.
"Hey! Hornlohe, do you really intend to be a dog for the Presbyterian Church for the rest of your life?" Just as the black figure was about to disappear, Markel called him.
"Back then, you, Deleon and I joined the Council of Elders together. Deleon left the Council of Elders because he failed in his Path to Godhood. I left the Council of Elders because I couldn't stand what the Council of Elders did and joined the military. Now you're the only one left in the Council of Elders. You've done so many things for the Council of Elders, so you should know what kind of people those Jews are. Do you really want to be ordered around like this for the rest of your life?"
Markel's words were like a sharp blade piercing into the black figure's heart, causing him to stop in his tracks. His figure trembled slightly in the air, and it was obvious that he was greatly shocked.
"You and Derian have both found something that can resist the Bloodsorrow, and where else can I go except to stay in the Elder Council..." The black figure's voice became increasingly low, with a hint of helplessness.
"The remnants of the secret party have reorganized a new secret party in the United States. They have also found a new leader, Yan Ling, who is said to be Time Zero. I met him some time ago. He is a very capable young man with a lot of ideas and courage." Markel continued, his eyes flashing with hope and his voice filled with uncontrollable excitement as if he was describing a bright future.
"Time Zero? Time Zero alone cannot overthrow the Council of Elders..." Hornlohe's figure began to disappear completely, and his voice became erratic, as if echoing in the wind.
"What the Presbyterian Church has done has already made many people dissatisfied. Now all we need is an opportunity. Hornlohe, I hope you don't make the wrong choice when the time comes." Markel continued to shout at the air in front of him. He didn't know if Hornlohe heard him or not, but he had said everything he could say.
"The road to becoming a god? It seems like there's no escape..." After Hohenlohe left, Markle looked at the glass bottle in his hand with a hint of emotion and determination in his eyes, then opened the glass bottle and swallowed the liquid inside in one gulp.
After swallowing the liquid, he felt a powerful force spreading throughout his body and dragon blood began to flow through his veins.
The bones all over his body began to break and reassemble, and the pain of broken bones and torn muscles almost drove him crazy, but in the end he still managed to hold on with his firm will. He clenched his teeth, sweat dripped from his forehead like rain, and every inch of his skin seemed to be burning in fire.
After enduring the initial wave of pain, he walked out the door with his cane. When Markel opened the door, he saw that the front of the camp was full of people.
Under the gray sky, the soldiers lined up in neat rows with solemn expressions, and each of them had unyielding fighting spirit and determination burning in his eyes.
A regiment of more than 3000 soldiers under his command had all arrived and were waiting for his next order. There was still wet dirt and blood on the soldiers' uniforms, and many of them had new scars on their faces, but their straight backs and fiery eyes showed their inner iron will.
Markel scanned the young faces in front of him one by one. Some of them had youthful vitality in their eyes, while others were full of perseverance after experiencing the baptism of war.
He took a deep breath, with indescribable excitement and sense of responsibility surging in his chest, and shouted loudly: "You are all the bravest fighters of France! France has reached a time of life and death, and now only we can save this country! For the glory of France! For our families behind us! Fight! Never let those Prussians occupy our beautiful country!"
After Markel's speech, the morale of the French soldiers was extremely high. They held their weapons tightly and looked at Markel with firm eyes. Everyone's heart was filled with indomitable fighting spirit and the belief that they would win.
"Attack!" Markel walked to the front of the team, waving his cane and pointing at the Kaub Forest. His movements were firm and powerful, as if they had ignited the fire in the soldiers' hearts. The French soldiers behind Markel formed a dense formation from the Napoleonic War era, shoulder to shoulder in three tight columns, and began to run towards the place he pointed at with steady steps. Their steps were uniform, and the sound of their footsteps resounded on the ground, as if the drums of fate were beating.
At the same time, a great chanting sounded from Markel's mouth. The sound was like an ancient spell, full of mystery and power. The French troops who were lined up and running towards the Caub Forest all felt a strong force surging in their bodies. Their pupils began to flash with a faint golden light, as if everyone was endowed with divine power.
Word Spirit: King's Servant
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Lu Mingfei and his men had rested for a whole night at Hill 265 in Yee Ridge, and were now waiting for the rear to adjust the angle of their artillery fire to provide fire cover for their attack on Kaub Forest.
After a whole night of rest, Lu Mingfei and his men are now full of energy and are waiting for the artillery fire to sound. They have polished their weapons to a shine and are ready to go into battle at any time.
"Mr. Lieutenant, how many mixed-races do you think there are?" Hill asked as he squatted beside Lu Mingfei. There was a hint of curiosity and expectation in his voice, and his eyes flashed with a yearning for the unknown world.
"I don't know, probably not many. Anyway, I've only seen Kaczynski, and if you count the monster in the Kore Forest, that's two." Lu Mingfei responded nonchalantly. Since he told Hill about the mixed-bloods last time, Hill has been very interested in this. There was a hint of casualness in his tone, as if he was talking about an ordinary thing, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes.
"Is it possible for the half-bloods to form an army? If there is an army composed of half-bloods as strong as you, how strong would that be? Then no one would be able to defeat this army, and the world would be at peace, right?" Hill continued to ask, his eyes flashing with dreams and longings, as if he had already seen the peaceful scene of the future.
"Your thoughts are dangerous." Lu Mingfei slapped Hill on the head, slapping back what Hill was about to say. His action was filled with a hint of helplessness and warning, as if reminding Hill not to fall into unrealistic fantasies.
"Don't let your mind wander. Focus. We're about to start the attack." After photographing Hill, Lu Mingfei continued. There was a hint of seriousness in his voice, as if reminding everyone of the upcoming battle.
"Oh..." Hill covered his head and swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.
Soon, the whistling sound of shells piercing the air was heard, and the attack began. That sound was like the call of the god of death, bringing destruction and death.
Shells rained down into the Kaub Forest, the ground began to shake, trees and soil flew everywhere in the air, as if the whole world was shaking in the explosion.
World War I was largely a war of artillery. Many French soldiers on the defense line had probably never seen what the Prussians looked like before they were torn to pieces by artillery fire from the sky.
"attack!!!"
The moment the artillery fire stopped, Lu Mingfei led the soldiers behind him to charge, and he used the sickle-weasel to find the weakest point of the French defense line. Like a sharp blade, they quickly cut into the enemy's defense line and brought a devastating blow.
Before the French soldiers could recover from the bombardment, they fell under Lu Mingfei's gun. The French defense line was torn open in an instant, and screams were heard everywhere.
"What is that?" Lu Mingfei had emptied a drum magazine. He had just cleared a machine gun position by himself. While he was changing the drum magazine, his sickle-weasel detected a large group of heartbeats and orderly footsteps running towards the Cob Forest.
If it was a large-scale reinforcement of the French army, Lu Mingfei would not feel strange, but those heartbeats were somewhat different from what he usually detected.
Those heartbeats were strong and powerful, and the beats were very fast, showing an extraordinary biological characteristic that made him feel a little strange.
"Mr. Lieutenant, look over there!" Hill shouted, pointing to the open space outside the forest.
Lu Mingfei looked over there and saw a large group of French soldiers lined up neatly on the open ground, running towards them with guns pointed. The muzzles of their guns were all equipped with bayonets that flashed coldly.
"shot!!!"
Lu Mingfei aimed his gun at the French soldiers who were running towards him and fired all 32 bullets in one breath. The French soldiers who were hit in the head by bullets fell to the ground immediately, but some French soldiers who were hit in the torso just paused for a moment and continued to run forward.
This scene reminded Lu Mingfei of the zombie movies he had watched before, but these French soldiers were more orderly than the zombies in the movies, and they were also rational and knew how to use their weapons.
At this time, machine gunfire rang out, and bullets rained down on the French soldiers. A gap was soon created in the neatly arranged French soldiers, but the French soldiers behind them immediately filled the gap.
As the French soldiers got closer, Lu Mingfei saw a faint golden light in their eyes.
"Half-bloods? How can there be so many?"
Soon, the French soldiers who were rushing forward entered the Kaub Forest and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the Prussian soldiers who had just cleared the Kaub Forest.
These French soldiers were extremely powerful and fast. Ordinary Prussian soldiers were no match for them. A massacre began in the Kaub Forest.
Lu Mingfei put the pistol back into his waist and pulled out the engineer shovel. He had no bullets left. The last magazine he had just used up was the one he had used up.
These French soldiers did not show any fear when they saw Lu Mingfei's golden eyes. They all charged towards Lu Mingfei fearlessly.
Although these French soldiers were still vulnerable to Lu Mingfei, their numbers were too large and the bayonets still left bloody marks on his body.
Lu Mingfei swung the engineer shovel into a whirlwind, and at least fifty French soldiers fell at his feet, but the number of French troops around him remained unchanged.
"Mr. Lieutenant... help..."
When Lu Mingfei heard Hill's faint cry for help, he looked around quickly. He soon saw Hill being pinned down by a French soldier, his neck strangled, his eyes rolling back, and he was about to suffocate to death.
He quickly threw the engineering shovel in his hand over, and the engineering shovel immediately cut off the head of the French soldier.
"Hans! Hans! Retreat! We can't stop them!" Paul shouted loudly. He used all his strength to insert the bayonet into the body of a French sergeant, but the French soldier was still struggling desperately and showed no sign of dying.
Lu Mingfei looked around and found that most of the soldiers under his command had been killed or injured. This was because he was at the front. The other attacking troops were simply slaughtered one-sidedly.
"Retreat! Everyone retreat!" Seeing his subordinates falling around him, Lu Mingfei's eyes turned red and a loud chanting voice came from his mouth.
The violent explosion blew away the French soldiers attacking in front and also blocked the French soldiers who were continuing to move forward from behind.
I'm sorry I was really busy the past two days. I wrote 5000 words today to make up for yesterday's. I'll see if I can continue to write more tomorrow. Finally, thank you all for your rewards and votes. Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you
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