Darkness and the shadow of death always hung over their heads.
General Kentell was silent all the way.
The defeat of this battle had already allowed him to see the outcome that was about to happen.
In order to take down the Longyan Army, they invested nearly two-thirds of their troops in the French colonial area, but now all of this has turned into nothing.
Without this force, the French can only passively defend in future battles.
Fortunately, Kentell did not put all his bets on this action.
He also left troops behind in the position.
However, on the way to withdraw the troops, Kentell thought about one thing. Judging from the current results, the intelligence was true.
But why are the Long Yan people able to predict their action plans?
Or the other party has already mastered their actions.
Otherwise, none of this makes sense.
He had obviously pinned down the troops at the southern end of the Long Yan Army, so why did he encounter an ambush after the shelling?
Why did his attacking troops also encounter an ambush?
Kentale couldn't understand this.
Unless their information is false, the information marked on it is true.
Kentell has arrived at the French position.
But when he saw the situation in the position, his whole body felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and he couldn't stop trembling.
A powerful fear took hold of my heart.
The French soldiers faced the ruins of their position in silence.
By now, their entire bodies were numb.
Kentel collapsed completely: "Longyan Army, I know you are here waiting to ambush us!"
"Come out if you have the ability!"
"Ha." Qin Changfeng sneered and appeared in front of Kentel with Long Yanjun. He looked at Kentel's collapse and let out a sarcastic laugh.
"Are you the French general Kentale?"
Looking at the appearance of the Dragon Flame Army, Kentel's hands were clenched so tightly that they turned white, and his chest heaved violently.
But the French soldiers behind him no longer had the will to continue fighting.
Qin Changfeng looked at him and said calmly: "I have always been fair and don't like tricks."
"I'll give you a chance. If you beat me, you can leave with these soldiers."
Kentell stared into Qin Changfeng's eyes and said in a deep voice: "Seriously, although my army is defeated, there are still more than 20,000 troops. If I leave, you will lose the chance to destroy our French army."
"Seriously, there's an old saying from Long Yan: Once a word is spoken, it's hard to follow it!"
Kentell held the command knife in his hand, pulled it out suddenly, and charged forward brazenly.
The French soldiers did not follow him.
They are exhausted. Facing the Longyan Army that appears this time, you know that you have no chance of winning.
Qin Changfeng pulled out his long sword and resisted Kentel's attack.
The long sword seemed to be cast by magic in his hand. With a twist of his wrist, he knocked off Kentel's command sword and pulled out a sword flower in the air.
The command knife fell to the ground, and Qin Changfeng's long sword fell on Kentel's neck.
Kental gritted his teeth and bumped his neck against Qin Changfeng's sword.
Qin Changfeng, as if he had already reacted, raised his hand, turned the sword around, and slapped Kental on the head.
This single blow knocked Kentel to the ground.
"Catch him!"
Longyan soldiers rushed up immediately and arrested Kentel.
Qin Changfeng glanced at Kentel indifferently, looked at the exhausted French soldiers, and said indifferently: "Surrender or die!"