War has no sympathy for the weak. No matter whether you are just or not, war only believes in strength. The French charge this time hit the weak point of the fort defenders. After more than ten minutes of fighting with the snipers, they had guessed the defenders' strategic intentions. This group of sharpshooters just wanted to hold them back.
The ability to carry out precise sniping in the dark was something that even French veterans could hardly believe. Moreover, they were very skilled in changing positions quickly at night. The French commanders can be sure that if they focus all their energy on these sharpshooters, they will definitely be able to tangle with them all night.
The commander who wanted to understand waved his bayonet and shouted loudly, "Soldiers, don't worry about these ghost-like shooters. The harder they fight, the more they care about the fort... They just want to hold us back so that the useless defenders on the fort can be defeated." Be protected..."
"Charge... charge... kill..." More than a thousand sneak attackers threw away Ye Qiu and they rushed towards the fort like a group of donkeys on stimulants.
Ye Qiu and Pang Chaoyun were confused at that time. They knew clearly what the military quality of the Dagukou garrison was like. A group of troops who could only shoot foreign guns six times a month, a battalion that was too lazy to conduct physical training every day in order to save food. The leader, a Green Camp soldier who has no ideals and beliefs in his heart and only knows how to make a living for his family...how can they be expected to fight against this group of tigers and wolves.
The three hundred French troops were all veterans with ten years of military experience. This time they broke away from the military uniform and transformed into pirates, which made them even more ferocious. And many of the Eight Banners athletes selected by Mailer were bannermen outside the customs and Mongolians on the grasslands. Bannerman.
These evil gods still carry some of the bloody courage of their ancestors. When they heard the word "charge", they immediately went crazy and their eyes turned blue. "Kill them...slaughter them all...leave no chickens or dogs behind..."
At this time, the Dagukou Fort exploded. The defenders did not even fire their cannons. Everyone picked up all their weapons and rushed to the west side, hoping to defend the high ground of the fort from a high position.
In the light of the torches, there were countless terrified faces with despair. The various weapons in their hands did not look like regular soldiers at all.
Old muskets, front-loading muskets, and the latest breech-loading rifles formed a loose musket shooting queue. Behind them, there were even hundreds of people shooting arrows with bamboo bows.
On the edge of the earth platform at the front, there was even a group of soldiers holding spears and stabbing them down. The combination of medieval tactics and modern firearms always gave them an inexplicable sense of joy.
The Dagukou Fort is a plain mound-type fort. Since there is no mountain to borrow, people can only build a mound of about three meters on the ground, and all the artillery are mounted on it, which is a bit condescending.
But how could a mound of more than three meters stop this group of veterans? Three hundred French troops killed all the spearmen on the edge of the fort with a single salvo, and their bodies fell down with crackling sounds.
"Shoot, strictly observe the shooting discipline... After three consecutive shots, the Eight Banners infantry will charge and break through... kill them..." Bang bang bang, the death gap is rapidly expanding in the sound of gunfire like fried beans. After three consecutive shots, the Mongolian and Manchu soldiers howled. He rushed over and actually stacked Arhat under the mound.
In a tiger-backed tactic, two people worked together with their hands clasped together. The sword-wielding warrior behind him ran forward and leapt into the sky. His toes were a little bit in the palms of the two people's clasped hands. The two people below gave him a little upward boost, and the three-meter mound actually jumped. And go.
"Flying in? Oh my god, flying man..." The Green Camp soldiers suddenly went crazy. No one could have imagined that there are still people in the world who can jump more than three meters high.
The flying people of the Eight Banners screamed strangely, and before they landed, they waved their long knives in the wind, and the sharp tip of the knife pierced the throat of the Green Camp soldier. By the time he hit the crowd, three soldiers had already died under his knife.
"The descendants of the Immortal Heaven have their own protection from the Immortal Heaven... Cowardly Han people, take their lives..." This is still a soldier of the Eight Banners of Mongolia. His belief is not the most popular Lamaism, but the ancient Immortal Heaven. No wonder All wild.
The best are the best. The Mongolian warrior jumped into the crowd and did not go in alone. Instead, he used close-quarter sword skills wildly. He protected his front, back, left and right in the sword light like a horse.
This is the siege experience passed down orally by Mongolian soldiers for thousands of years. The Mongolian soldiers who climbed the city wall in the Southern Song Dynasty were the same as him. They were the first to jump onto the city wall, not wanting to fight but just holding the gap and waiting for reinforcements.
More and more flying people flew onto the mound, and the descendant of Changshengtian finally received support. When his left and right wings were protected by Manchu soldiers, the fierce steppe wolf immediately turned from defense to offense.
A thrust took away a life, and a sweep spread blood. The northern barbarians who had no worries now finally found the feeling of killing.
"Ah ha ha ha... Kill, kill, kill, it's so fun... Genghis Khan killed the Han people like this back then. I am a descendant of the Han people..."
The small assault force was three people at first, and later became six, ten or even more. Dozens of such assault troops on the wide fort at Dagukou had torn apart the formation of the green battalions.
At this time, the Green Camp soldiers were completely in despair, "We can't stand it anymore, these are all killing gods... We can't stand it anymore..."
"Sir, let's withdraw and swim north across the Haihe River. Let's also go to the special zone... No one can stop them except the New Army..."
"Shut up, do you still have a way out? Knowing that these are a group of murderous gods, knowing that they are even going to attack our nine tribes, you still want to escape? How could they let you go...continue to kill..."
Although the officers insisted one by one, their shouts already sounded like tears.
"Young and old men, just charge the Prime Minister to replenish our salary. Just from the few meals the Prime Minister gives us, we have to continue fighting. We have more than 5,000 people, and they only have more than 1,000..."
"I beg you, we can't retreat. We really can't retreat. If we retreat, we won't have a foothold..."
The officers cried, the veterans also cried, and many of the recruits were frightened and cried. They all understood the truth. Although the world is big now, only Xiao Letian can accept them and protect them.
If there are five thousand of them and they can't stand one Dagokou, if they can't defeat more than a thousand sneak attackers, I'm afraid they themselves will have no shame in living under Xiao Letian.
"Fight, fight with them..." The roars of countless people revealed despair.
In sharp contrast to the low morale of the Green Camp troops, the Manchu-French coalition's momentum was like a rainbow. This group of bandits who were addicted to murder were now crazy, and the French commander shouted excitedly when he saw the Manchu and Mongolian soldiers' skillful tactics.
"Well done, God bless you. Your cold weapon warfare is really great. No wonder the Mongols conquered the Han people, and the Manchus also conquered the Han people... You are the most powerful..."
"Brothers open fire to support this group of medieval warriors in their battle..."
The encouragement from the French father made the flying men on the fort even more excited. They used all kinds of flexible tactics left by their ancestors, such as the triangular assault formation, the circular defensive shooting formation... they were all left by their ancestors. The next killing experience.
From this we can already see the difference between civilization and barbarism. What is the civilization of the Han people in the Central Plains passed down orally from father to son? He is a loyal minister and filial son, a wise king and an honest official, he is a gentle and elegant poet, and he also has a pastoral life where he shares the joys and sorrows.
In a word, Han Chinese civilization has inherited kindness and courtesy from beginning to end.
Looking back at these barbarians, what did they inherit over hundreds of thousands of years? They are all ancient myths and killing techniques.
A Mongolian man from the Tongzhi period of the late Qing Dynasty was able to use the siege tactics used to destroy the Southern Song Dynasty. A wild Jurchen from the Northeast can still restore the assault tactics used during the Nurhaci era.
This is also a kind of inheritance. Grandfather passes it on to his grandson, and father passes it on to his son. What is passed down are only the skills of plundering and the method of killing. Because they have been attached to the Han people for thousands of years, the skills of killing sheep must of course be skillful. Be more skillful.
"Kill them, kill this group of Han people... They are all cowards. As long as the mortality rate exceeds 20%, they will collapse..."
"Even though there are so many of them, they are just a bunch of sheep waiting to be slaughtered. Kill them..."
What the jackal said was harsh, but it could not be refuted, because it was the experience they had accumulated from fighting the Han people for thousands of years. The Han people, this group of sheep, are really just a loose group of cowards without a hero to command them. Once the battle loss rate exceeds 20%, they will all collapse.
It was like this when the Mongols settled in the Central Plains, and it was still like this when the Manchus entered the customs. In the history of thousands of years, how many Emperors of the Han Dynasty and Emperor Chengzu of the Ming Dynasty made expeditions to Mobei?
The desperate atmosphere on the fort is getting thicker and thicker. Ye Qiu and Pang Chaoyun are going crazy now. Although they have been suppressing the enemy and shooting, these sneak attackers seem to ignore their existence and let you fire desperately. , their only target is the Green Camp soldiers.
As many Manchu and French coalition forces as you kill, they will kill ten times as many Green Camp soldiers, and all their anger for revenge will be directed at the fort defenders.
Now on the verge of collapse, the defenders on the fort were all frightened. They surrounded the enemy with weapons but did not dare to take action. Even the loud shouts of the Mongolian warriors could scare away a group of people.
Pang Chaoyun couldn't bear it any longer. He roared towards the fort: "Brothers from the Green Camp, think about your parents, wives and children, think about your brothers and sisters. Even for your own sake, you are treated as your grandson... quite Stay, you must hold on...even if it’s for your own lives, you must continue to resist..."
"These French devils and dog Tatars will not take prisoners... They all want to kill you nine tribes. Can't you see through it? They just want to kill you..."
Ye Qiu also went crazy at this time. He took out his bayonet and put it on the muzzle of his gun. "Snipers, stop shooting now... Go back to the fort and fight with the enemy hand-to-hand... We will make up for the lost morale with our blood..."
From,! r405
...
