The train-like tank-like carriage was opened, and countless soldiers with squinting eyes were exposed inside to avoid the sun. The migrant workers transporting supplies outside and new recruits from other provinces were immediately exclaimed when they saw this group of soldiers!

"So many! They're all black!"

That's right, the more than 3,000 soldiers pulled by the entire train were all black, with dark and shiny skin, but they were wearing the uniforms of the regular French army, including rifles, armed belts, and backpacks, all the same as other troops.

Only the dog-headed knife on their waists is very alternative. Looking at the cotton cloth wrapped around the hilt, the black ones are all dry plasma, which are all sharp blades that have drunk blood!

Several large white French officers jumped out of the carriage, "Moroccan Independence Group... gather!"

"Algerian Desert Assault Group... Gather!"

"God's children, this is Orleans, this is our battlefield! Fight against the enemy and let me take you to Paris!"

The North African soldiers of two regiments jumped out of the train car, and the soldiers traveled a long distance without any fatigue. Their strong body as strong as a black panther seemed to have endless energy!

Hearing the commands of these French officers, the other French people suddenly realized, "The colony's legion! God... Are our colony's legion back?"

"Reinforcements are coming from overseas...Long live!" The crowd suddenly became crazy, and at this moment, even the arrogant racist who looked down on black people the most gave up his arrogance.

These migrant workers and new recruits took out their cigarettes, sausages and ham from the supply truck and delivered them to these black soldiers!

"Good job! Are you from North Africa? Where did you get to the shore? Teach the barbarians of the north a lesson!"

Some of the Black Legion could speak French. They didn't expect that they would be so popular with white people here, and they couldn't accept it for a while!

"We...we came from the shore of Marseille... without rest, we boarded the train here..."

"Stop talking, we all know... go fight... Orleans needs you!"

"God bless you!"

The foreign corps of Morocco and Algeria were the first colonial troops to support local operations. Although they were small in number, this was of great significance. This shows that the colonies had quickly prepared for war and sent reinforcements. With the first reinforcement, there would be a second and a third!

France is finally no longer isolated and helpless. Over the years, Napoleon III has not done anything to expand its territory. The Republic has to rely on the remaining empire in the end!

The two regiments of troops took the train to Orleans as soon as they got ashore from Marseille, and finally caught up with this reversal battle!

The two groups ran forward in the campground of hundreds of thousands of people, and the applause was thunderous along the way. The French used all their praises to give these black people who would never look at them with their eyes in the past!

The mercenaries who had never been respected by white people were all excited. These were African mercenaries who had converted to Catholicism, and their loyalty was nothing to say. Their ideal was to finally change to a French household registration through bloody battles!

"Report to His Excellency Minister of the Interior! Algerian Desert Assault Corps... Moroccan Independent Corps came to report...apply to join the combat sequence!"

Gan Bida was like drinking mellow wine at this moment, and the dizziness that he had not closed his eyes for three days made him like flying in the clouds at this moment!

"The motherland praises you! God praises you! The heroic soul of the saint praises you!"

"There is no time to rest. The enemy's coffin needs you to cover the last board! Attack forward! I will record your merits in the Holy Cross Cathedral!"

"Go forward! France's warriors!"

The two North African mercenaries were excited by the atmosphere of war, and their emotions were excited. They shouted and launched an attack on the North Shore. The dog-headed knife, like a forest, emitted a cold light!

"Reinforcements are here! Look, it's reinforcements from North Africa!"

"Hahaha... Our French foreign legion... comes from North Africa... and there will be more and more reinforcements in the future!"

"Victory! For France, I am ready to die!"

The First Bavarian Army, this tragic unit, had just entered the battle and encountered a group of desert beasts coming from North Africa!

On the Napoleon's cannon position in the rear, there were plenty of shells, and the continuous artillery fire opened the way for these North African warriors. The Bavarian soldiers who were screaming were bombed into the sky.

Just in the chaos, the North African army was yelling and yelling. These new forces took the train all the way, which was incomparable to the tired soldiers who had been walking for a day!

North African mercenaries who were skilled in hand-to-hand combat entered the Bavarian army like a group of tigers and wolves, followed by the flocking French troops. The one-kilometer-long Prussian defense line was immediately penetrated!

The commander-in-chief of the Prussian army, Haltermann, had his face turned pale at this moment. He thought that the arrival of 30,000 new forces could turn the situation around, but he did not expect that the French reinforcements came faster than them, and there were more!

"Madman, they are all crazy!"

"I don't sleep for three days and three nights... I just fight like this, how can I fight? I don't have any reserve team anymore..."

"My soldier hasn't had a rest for three days. How can I fight..."

"I can't resist it anymore when I send a telegram to the prince. I ask to retreat... I repair and rebuild the defense line south of Danfeng Bailu!"

Just as the commander-in-chief was ready for retreat, the bell of the Holy Cross Cathedral in Orleans suddenly rang!

The Holy Cross Cathedral in Orleans, where King Henry IV of France ordered the construction, the place where Joan of Arc once prayed, was painted glass windows here depicting the lifelong battle experience of the Saint!

From the beginning of the war to the present, the cathedral has been locked down and the doors are isolated from the inside and outside news. Of course, the Prussians will not disturb God's residence, so no soldiers dare to harass the church since the war began.

The silent church doors and windows were closed, and the bishops and monks inside ended the war with a little food reserve!

But today, when the whole city was shouting the war slogans of the Saint, these monks could no longer sit still. They lay inside the glass window and looked out. The hell-like scene made them shocking!

"We can't do this anymore. There are too many people who die. We have to do something!"

"Sir Bishop, if this continues, Orleans will be destroyed!"

"One-third of the city has been destroyed, and historical cities cannot be destroyed!"

The bishop, who had been kneeling in front of the cross and prayed for three days and three nights, stood up tremblingly, sighing and said, "Yes, we cannot continue to destroy this way! We must do something..."
Chapter completed!