Chapter 50 Markel Lu Mingfei was stunned when he heard Hill's words. His fingers stopped in mid-air, and he even stopped loading the drum magazine. "Why do you suddenly want to know this?" He looked up at Hill with a hint of doubt in his eyes. "I just want to know if Mr. Lieutenant is so powerful because of his mixed-blood status. If you can't tell me, then forget it..." Hill lowered his head and spoke nervously. He didn't dare look directly into Lu Mingfei's eyes for fear of seeing a hint of anger. He felt like he was spying on someone else's biggest secret. "There's nothing I can't say. After all, I haven't signed the Abraham Treaty. But I don't know much either. It's all what Kaczynski told me before." Lu Mingfei said calmly. He didn't think there was anything he couldn't say. After all, he didn't know much either. "Let's load together and talk while we load." He handed the other two empty drums to Hill and resumed loading bullets himself. They cannot stay here for too long. After a short rest, they must immediately attack the next target, so they have to prepare everything as much as possible in a short time. "Hybrids are the hybrids of humans and dragons." Lu Mingfei began to slowly tell what Kaczynski had told him before. "Dragon? Are there really dragons in this world?" Hill was confused and asked in disbelief. His eyes were as big as bells and his mouth was slightly open, as if he had just heard a fairy tale.
"I don't know. Anyway, that's what Kaczynski said. I've never seen what a dragon looks like." Lu Mingfei found Hill's expression quite interesting. He estimated that his expression should have been similar when he heard Kaczynski say these things before. He smiled, with a hint of ridicule in his eyes. "Most of the mixed-race people in Europe gather together to form families. These mixed-race families will join an organization called the Council of Elders to make profits together. However, the core controllers of the Council of Elders are mostly Jews. European mixed-race people can only be on the periphery. Those Jews control the economic lifeline of the entire Europe, including banks, industries, and almost all major industries." "Hating Jews has been a tradition in Europe for thousands of years. If ordinary Europeans knew that almost everything in their lives was controlled by Jews, they would go crazy, not to mention that those Jews were different from them." "No matter how powerful those mixed-bloods are, they have no way to confront an entire country head-on. Even if there are hundreds of thousands of people standing there for them to kill, they cannot kill them all. So they signed the Abraham Treaty, hiding themselves in the dark, and also hiding the mixed-blood race." This is almost all that Lu Mingfei learned. "Jews..." Hill muttered to himself. "Okay, that's all I know." Lu Mingfei stood up and put the refilled magazines back into his waist, then took out two pieces of black bread from his backpack. "Eat something, we're about to leave." He threw one of the pieces to Hill and said. "Oh..." Xier took the bread absentmindedly, still immersed in what Lu Mingfei had just said. His fingers gently rubbed the bread, as if it was an extremely precious item. But Hill didn't have enough time to digest what he had just learned, as they had to attack the next target. As Lu Mingfei and his men gradually accelerated their offensive pace, rumors began to spread within the French army about a monster in the Prussian army. The monster was extremely fast, had golden light in its eyes, was extremely accurate with a gun, and could even spit fire. "Have you heard? There seems to be a monster among those Prussians!" A French soldier said to his comrades while lying in the trench. His voice was low, but still full of tension and fear. "Monster? What monster? It's not like you haven't seen Prussians before. They all have two eyes and a mouth. Where did you hear such outrageous words? And there is no monster that can use a gun." Another French soldier said disdainfully, with a hint of sarcasm and distrust in his tone. "I heard it from Damia who just escaped. He is still lying on the back shivering." The soldier continued. "Damia? That coward? Ha, I guess he was scared to death when he saw the Prussians rushing towards him. He's just afraid of being court-martialed and using it as an excuse to escape." Another soldier said disdainfully, with an expression of disapproval on his face. "But the others who ran back said the same thing..." The French soldier who brought up the topic said somewhat unwillingly, with a hint of firmness in his voice. "Those people are cowards, otherwise why are there only a few of them running back? They probably discussed it together on the way back..." Before another French soldier could finish his words, a bullet pierced his head. Blood splattered everywhere, and the surrounding soldiers were stunned for a moment. The French soldier who had brought up the topic at the beginning stared blankly at his comrade who had suddenly died. At this moment, a hand slapped him heavily on the head. "Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Kent, why the hell are you still standing there? The Prussians are coming!" After taking the photo, the French soldier lay down on the trench with his gun and shot outside. Kent adjusted his helmet which had been knocked askew and began to lie on the trench aiming outwards. As soon as he lay on the trench, he saw the gray Prussian uniforms coming towards them like a tide. Just as he was about to shoot, a bullet blew the head off his comrade who was shooting next to him.
Then, a horrifying scene appeared in front of him. His comrades who were shooting fell down one after another. The bullets shot from the opposite side seemed to have eyes. Each bullet could accurately penetrate his comrades' heads. Soon, almost all the comrades around him were dead. He stared blankly at the fallen comrades and felt despair in his heart. At this time, the sound of machine guns rang out. Yes, there were machine guns. Hearing the roar of the machine guns, a glimmer of hope surged in his desperate heart, but this glimmer of hope was quickly shattered. The sound of machine gun fire died down within a few seconds. Kent was really in despair. The attack of the Prussian soldiers was not hindered at all. Among the Prussian soldiers rushing up, he seemed to see a figure with bright golden pupils put the pistol back into his waist, and then ran towards here at a very fast speed. Kent suddenly remembered the rumors he had heard before. "Monsters... Monsters... There really are monsters!" The fear in his heart began to rapidly magnify and swallowed him up. He dropped the gun in his hand and began to run backwards desperately. As men began to flee, fear spread through the French ranks until the defenses began to collapse and some French soldiers surrendered with little resistance. After Lu Mingfei used his last bullet to silence the machine gun, he began to charge towards the French position. However, before he could jump into the French trench and start killing everyone, the French troops began to flee. Their attack speed was so fast that they had captured the important Hill 265 of Wild Goose Ridge almost at dark. This mountain range meets the Kaub Forest at the western end, and the Kaub Forest is on the northeast flank of Dead Man Mountain. It is very important to capture the Cob Woods. As long as we capture this woods, we can encircle the Dead Man's Mountain together with the large force that attacks the Dead Man's Mountain head-on. But compared with the attack by Lu Mingfei and his men, the large force's frontal attack on Dead Man Mountain was not so smooth. The French army had already known the direction of their attack and fired a huge number of artillery shells at them. However, the frontal troops were not as lucky as Lu Mingfei and his men. The shells fell like raindrops and formed a wall of fire in front of the Mountain of the Dead. The troops attacking Dead Man's Hill were bombarded with artillery shells and could not advance any further. A large number of Prussian soldiers were blown to pieces by French artillery shells. Now they can only rely on Lu Mingfei and his men to launch an attack from the Cob Woods towards the Dead Man Mountain to open a gap for the frontal troops. ……………… Dead Man's Hill "Moreno, do you really know Lieutenant Colonel Markel?" Stephen asked Moreno beside him. "Well, if his name is correct, it should be the Markle I know." Moreno nodded in response. Ever since they retreated under the cover of Lyon in the Corre Forest, Moreno had been recuperating in the rear. When his injuries were fully healed, he was sent to the front again, and this time his base was at the Dead Man's Hill. When he learned that his superior's name was Markel, his dusty memories suddenly opened up. He vaguely remembered the party many years ago. Markle was the only one wearing a military uniform at the whole party. His movements were elegant, yet out of tune with the other aristocratic gentlemen around him. His elegance was mixed with the decisiveness that only a soldier could have. The young man was immediately attracted to this man's unique temperament. Markel was also the only mixed-race person he knew who joined the army. The existence of mixed-races has made the rulers of many countries dissatisfied. In order to avoid a full-scale conflict with the country, the Elders' Council has only been controlling the economies of various countries and has not incorporated the military. The military is the bottom line of a country. But Markel's words are very special and can play a big role in the army, so he was allowed to enter as an exception. However, his military rank has always been low, and he has been a lieutenant colonel for many years. It was also under Markel's influence that Moreno began to think about joining the army. …… "Report to the colonel, the defenders of Wild Goose Ridge have suffered a large-scale rout!" A messenger came to the residence of Lieutenant Colonel Markel, the commander of the first line of defense at Dead Man's Hill, and reported. "I understand. Tell the commander of the 211th Regiment that he failed to perform his duties as a soldier and prepare to go to court-martial. Also, place the machine gun position behind the Kaub Forest and shoot if anyone escapes." Lieutenant Colonel Markel stood in front of a mirror and elegantly adjusted his upturned mustache. "Yes!" The messenger saluted and immediately ran to convey the order. "Hey, pass me the water first." Markel said, but it was too late because the messenger had already run out the door. At this time, a hand handed him a bottle of red wine.
"The camp is short of water now, use this." "Moreno? Why are you here?" Markle took the bottle of red wine and poured the wine on his beard. "Does your family know that you came to join the army?" Markel asked while wiping his beard with red wine. "I ran away secretly." Moreno shook his head and said. "Nonsense! Wait until I use some of my connections to get you back to the rear." (End of this chapter)