Chapter 1905: Chain of Stratagems

Flames soared into the sky.

Kenteer squeezed his horse's flanks with his legs and charged out violently.

The troops attacking Longyan City were their true main force; if something were to happen to them, the French would have no Method of winning this war.

They even had to consider the possibility of an even worse situation in the future.

A counterattack by the British troops and the Longyan Army.

In that case, Kenteer would have to bear full responsibility.

"All troops, listen to my order: follow me and charge out!"

Kenteer's military order had been issued; his adjutant looked toward his direction, seeing only Kenteer, and shouted urgently: "Protect the General, follow the General and charge out!"

The French troops charged out in the direction of General Kenteer.

The Longyan Army did not tangle with the French troops and let them charge out.

The Longyan Army commander directing this battle laughed as he watched them advance toward their other ambush circle.

General Qin Zhangfeng and Mr. Qingyang Shuo truly have a brilliant strategy.

The firelight from just now was the signal that the French troops had encountered an attack.

It was also the signal to their own troops that they did not need to continue tangling with the French troops.

On the other side of the battlefield.

General Kenteer led the remnants of the French troops; their force had already lost about one-third of its strength, and that previous attack had caused them heavy losses.

Logically, they should have conducted a short rest, reorganized the troops, and set out again, but General Kenteer could no longer concern himself with such things.

He had to quickly confirm the specific status of the other unit.

Otherwise, they were very likely to encounter a devastating blow.

After a forced march of thirty kilometers, the originally dark sky gradually began to brighten; at this moment, Kenteer led his exhausted troops onto the battlefield.

But the battlefield at this moment was already a mess.

General Kenteer lit a torch and looked around, seeing the corpses of French Soldiers everywhere.

His mind went blank; seeing the dim environment all around, it was so silent that he felt he could hear his own heartbeat.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Intense and rapid, Kenteer turned abruptly to look at his soldiers behind him and said in a deep voice: "Be on guard!"

But it was already too late!

The Longyan Army soldiers buried beneath the corpses charged out; Kenteer's adjutant failed to react in time and was cut down by the Longyan Army.

His head was severed by the Longyan Army right in front of Kenteer!

The French Army once again fell into a situation of being passively beaten; General Kenteer's anger surged in his heart as he directed the French troops to fight.

But having experienced one major battle and two sudden attacks, the French troops were already somewhat overstretched.

Being in such a state while fighting the elite Longyan Army was undoubtedly a disadvantage.

Fortunately, the number of Longyan Army troops in this ambush was not large, but it still caused a large number of casualties for Kenteer's troops.

If Kenteer had still been able to maintain his reason the first time, he was no longer able to do so in this battle.

The burial of this unit ignited Kenteer's fury.

A unit that has lost its reason does not have much combat capability.

But a madman holding a weapon and baring his fangs, while easy to subdue, will still scratch one's feathers.

The Longyan Army did not choose to tangle with the French troops, but instead chose to let the French troops go.

In the end, Kenteer once again led his troops to break out of the encirclement.

But this time, as Kenteer broke out, the entire unit was in a very low mood.

They were soldiers who had lost a battle, and they had not even had time to bring back the corpses of their comrades.

The bold words and high aspirations from before they set out were now replaced by silence.

Sunlight pierced the darkness and shone upon them, but it did not bring the slightest bit of light or warmth.

The shadows of night and death remained hanging over their heads.

General Kenteer remained silent throughout the journey.

The failure of this battle had already shown him the impending outcome.

In order to take down the Longyan Army, they had committed nearly two-thirds of their troops in the French Colonial Zone, but now all of this had turned into nothingness.

Without this unit, the French could only defend passively in future operations.

Fortunately, however, Kenteer had not placed all his bets on this single operation.

He had still left troops behind in the position.

But on the way to retreat, Kenteer pondered one thing: judging from the current results, those intelligence reports were true.

But why were the Longyan able to predict their action plan?

Or had the other side already mastered their movements?

Otherwise, none of this made sense.

He had clearly pinned down the Longyan Army's southern position troops; why did he encounter an ambush after the shelling?

Why did his attacking troops also encounter an ambush?

Kenteer could not understand these things.

Unless their intelligence was fake, but the information marked on those documents was true.

Kenteer had already arrived at the French position.

But when he saw the state of the position, he was struck as if by lightning, unable to stop trembling.

A powerful sense of fear occupied their hearts.

The French Soldiers silently faced their own positions, which had turned into ruins.

By now, they were completely numb in their entire beings.

Kenteer completely broke down: "Longyan Army, I know you are waiting here to ambush us!"

"If you have the guts, come out!"

"Heh." Qin Zhangfeng sneered, appearing before Kenteer with the Longyan Army, and he let out a mocking laugh as he watched Kenteer's breakdown.

"You must be the French general, Kenteer, right?"

Watching the Longyan Army appear, Kenteer's hands gripped so tightly they turned white, and his chest heaved violently.

But the French Soldiers behind him no longer had the will to continue fighting.

Qin Zhangfeng looked at him and said indifferently: "I have always valued fairness and do not like any tricks."

"I will give you a chance; if you win against me, you can take these soldiers and leave."

Kenteer stared into Qin Zhangfeng's eyes and said in a deep voice: "Really? Although my troops are defeated, there are still over twenty thousand men; if I leave, you will lose the chance to wipe out our French troops."

"Really. There is an old Longyan saying: what is said cannot be unsaid, even by a team of four horses!"

Kenteer gripped the Command Saber in his hand, drew it fiercely, and charged forward aggressively.

The French Soldiers did not follow him.

They were already exhausted, and facing the Longyan Army that had appeared this time, they all knew they had no possibility of winning at all.

Qin Zhangfeng drew the long sword in his hand to block Kenteer's attack.

The long sword seemed to have magic cast upon it in his hand; with a turn of his wrist, he knocked away Kenteer's Command Saber and spun a sword flower in the air.

The Command Saber hit the ground, and Qin Zhangfeng's long sword landed on Kenteer's neck.

Kenteer gritted his teeth and lunged his neck toward Qin Zhangfeng's sword.

As if he had already reacted, Qin Zhangfeng raised his hand, reversed the blade, and slammed it hard against Kenteer's head.

With just this one strike, Kenteer was slammed to the ground.

"Seize him!"

The Longyan Soldiers immediately rushed up and arrested Kenteer.

Qin Zhangfeng glanced at Kenteer coldly, looked at those exhausted French Soldiers, and said indifferently: "Surrender or die!"

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