Before I knew it, a small bottle of Niulanshan Erguotou entered my stomach.

Back in the tent, Haig felt a little dizzy, so he fell down on the camp bed and fell into a deep sleep.

French people don't have the habit of taking a nap on weekdays, but today there were especially many officers taking a nap.

Almost every French officer felt sleepy after lunch and lay in his tent and fell asleep.

For a while, the French military camp was extremely quiet in the afternoon.

On a destroyer not far away, Shang Zhixin was looking through a telescope.

There is a lot of sunshine in the Mediterranean, but it gets a little hot at noon.

Countless black soldiers came out of the military camps on both sides of the French officer prisoner of war camp.

Most of them carried machetes and axes in their hands, and a few held revolvers.

These black soldiers entered the French officer prison camp without saying a word.

"What do they use machetes for?" Shang Zhixin looked at the dark machetes in their hands with some confusion.

"Get used to it! These black people are somewhat similar to the Gurkhas. They are very obsessed with using knives." Standing behind Shang Zhixin was a white French officer.

This French officer could actually converse without speaking.

In France, there are not many people who can speak Ming dialect so fluently.

"Marini, these are your men now. I will find you some more experienced Sikh or Gurkha veterans to serve as your non-commissioned officers and junior officers.

Anyway, the Foreign Legion has everyone, so a few more Indians won't matter.

In addition, we will also find you some Egyptians and Syrians who are loyal to the Ming Dynasty and have fought in wars as officers.

With these officers, I think you can stabilize the Foreign Legion."

Marini carried the rank of colonel on his shoulders. He was originally the commander of the Foreign Legion.

Many years ago, during the honeymoon period between the Ming Dynasty and France, Marini was in college. From that time on, he became crazy about the Ming Dynasty culture.

He even had the honor to visit Daming as a student representative.

Marini saw the wealth, prosperity, and power of the Ming Dynasty with his own eyes.

He fell madly in love with the country of Ming Dynasty and the unique culture represented by this country.

Later, the relationship between Ming Dynasty and France broke down, and he became a thorn in the side of the French army.

Now, this nail comes in handy.

A colonel suddenly became the commander of a foreign regiment of 200,000 people.

This jump in identity is not a big one.

"We helped you kill the French officers in the army, which will also make it easier for you to control this army in the future.

You can do whatever you want in the Middle East, and we will provide you with assistance.

If possible, you'd better capture Baghdad.

The commander will not erase your achievements. With such achievements, it will be no problem for you to join the nationality of a vassal state of the Ming Dynasty."

Shang Zhixin looked at Marini with a smile.

"Well! I will control this army to serve the Ming Dynasty and capture Baghdad.

The soldiers will get land, women, and wealth, while I will get the coveted Ming Dynasty status.

Then I can live in Ming Dynasty!"

"No!

If you want to live in the Ming Dynasty, you cannot simply conquer Baghdad.

Defeat Baghdad, and you can only live in a vassal state of the Ming Dynasty.

For example: Korea, Japan, Jiaozhi, Siam, and Myanmar are also acceptable.

Of course, if you want to go to India, we won't stop you." Shang Zhixin corrected you seriously.

The people of Ming Dynasty are like this. They always say something and never deceive others.

If you say it is a subject country of the Ming Dynasty, it will not give you the nationality of the Ming Dynasty.

To be honest, Marini's blond appearance was too eye-catching in Ming Dynasty.

"No! I must achieve unparalleled meritorious deeds. I want the Generalissimo to personally recognize my merits and grant me citizenship."

Marini answered loudly and excitedly.

At this time, the black soldiers were already killing tents one by one.

Through the telescope, one can see the awakened French officers trying to resist.

But their weapons had long been confiscated, and each of them staggered, unable to even stand firmly.

Shang Zhixin saw with his own eyes that a thick-backed machete directly cut the neck of a French officer.

A head with yellow hair flew up, and blood spurted out from the neck, which looked like a red ribbon in the sun.

The killing lasted for half an hour. When Marini set foot on the land again, human body parts were everywhere.

The people standing nearby were all black people, and he was the only white person.

The scene was extremely tragic. Haig's head was held by a black soldier.

He walked up to Marini and threw Haig's head to the ground.

His head was covered with sand, and Haig's eyes were open, with a surprised expression frozen on his face.

Marini glanced at Haig's head. Several flies were buzzing and buzzing around Haig's head.

"Dig a hole and bury it!" Marini said softly.

The black soldier said nothing, but raised the bloody machete in his hand and pointed in the distance.

There, a machine with large claws was digging a hole.

Marini was impressed once again. This thing was more powerful than many human beings.

In the past, digging such a big hole required a lot of manpower and a lot of time.

But now, each claw of that huge machine can scratch off a lot of dirt.

With the cooperation of more than a dozen machines of various kinds, a huge pit was dug in one afternoon.

The black soldiers dragged the body and threw it into the pit. Marini felt that they chopped the body into pieces purely for the convenience of transportation.

A large barrel of gasoline was brought over, and some firewood was thrown in and ignited.

The black soldiers held torches and hunted down all the white people here.

No one of white race can escape the fate of being stabbed in the neck. No matter whether they are men, women, old people, or children.

Some people were driven to the edge of the burning corpse pit and then thrown into the fire with miserable screams.

You can see a "Burning Man" running and rolling inside the fire until he is completely motionless.

Marini saw this tragic scene without batting an eyelid, as if those people were not his French compatriots.

The massacre lasted for five full days, and two regiments of black soldiers destroyed everything here.

In the entire operation, the Ming army was just a spectator.

The only help they offered was digging holes and barrels of gasoline.

The fire that burned the corpses burned for a whole week before it was extinguished. When the last corpse pit was filled with bulldozers, the air was still filled with a disgusting smell of burning.

The black soldiers seemed very happy. They all had land certificates issued by Marini in their pockets.
Chapter completed!