Since ancient times, I will be the courage of the army, and the handsome man will be the soul of the army! Snipers like Ye Qiu and Pang Chaoyun are now the morale stabilizers of the military.
Let him kill more than thirty people. Even if they are possessed by Shura, how many can he kill? Opposite are more than 1,300 Eight Banners and French allied forces.
However, these thirty people have successfully saved the morale of the five thousand Green Camp soldiers. On the battlefield, just follow me is more effective than giving me a fight. If the officers can rush to the front, then what else can the big soldiers do? Not going out.
This is the herd effect. When the leading sheep rushes towards the cliff without hesitation, the other sheep behind will follow closely. This is the case now. Ye Qiu and the others have ignited the male fire in the hearts of the new army. Now they are facing others. It's said to be a cliff, even if it's hell, they will jump.
"Protect your commander...protect your flanks...you deserve a life for a life!" Countless green battalion soldiers rushed towards the left wing of the bayonet array like moths to a flame. They blocked the rain of bullets with their flesh and blood. Three torrential volleys struck, and the left wing of the bayonet array was impregnable.
"We can die, but the position cannot be messed up, and the commander cannot be injured... Whether we can be tempered into an elite iron army depends on whether we can survive under the scythe of death..." There is only such a thought in the minds of countless people. They would have been there by now. Lost my mind.
Tian Erdan's left rib was bitten by a bullet. The wound was long but not fatal. This simple farm man's face was now full of severity. The pain stimulated a lot of adrenaline, and there was a ball of fire in his chest. Burning.
"Good job, brothers...but you're just a bit stupid. There are so many shields and wooden planks on the ground, why did you pick up a shield? Form a formation... everyone forms a shield wall!"
This sentence reminded everyone present, and the dazed Green Camp soldiers picked up sundries that could protect themselves from the ground, including shields with holes, wooden boxes containing cannonballs, and some even dug them out from nowhere. Bring some big pot lids.
Although this multifarious shield wall looks shabby, it is nailed to the left wing of the bayonet formation like the Great Wall. No matter how fierce the enemy's bullet rain is, they will replace every dead one, filling this wall with flesh and blood. Great Wall.
"I'm here in the military formation...if we survive this moment, we will definitely win!"
Countless snipers were moved to tears. If it weren't for the strict assassination discipline that restrained them, they would have been eager to rush forward and take his own life.
"Thrust... pick these dog Tatars to death!" Pang Chaoyun's voice was filled with tears. "Brothers, I'll leave the flank to you. After tonight, you and I are brothers... We won't lose, with the Prime Minister We will not lose here...The Prime Minister will definitely bring reinforcements to save us, as long as we can hold on!"
"Thrust... thrust..." The bloody bayonets were thrown at the enemy. The Manchu and Mongolian Eight Banners soldiers who were so arrogant just now were now stabbed through like sugar-coated haws on a stick.
The French soldiers under the mound were also dumbfounded. When did these cowardly Qing soldiers understand sacrifice and dedication? How could they suddenly burst out with such courage? Actually using flesh and blood to block bullets? Aren't they afraid of death?
No matter how many problems the French have, one thing is clear to them. They know that these green soldiers are serious. The eyes of these thin soldiers are determined and tenacious. The sheep actually have eyes like jackals. This is not a good thing.
"Damn it, these Asian yellow monkeys are actually serious?" The French commander looked around and finally said towards a gentle slope to the north, "French warriors, it's time for us to fight hard. Have you seen that gentle slope? Rush to the north. Go up and occupy him..."
The Dagukou Fort is a mound raised from the ground, about three meters high. There are many steps and gentle slopes surrounding the mound. The steps are for walking, the gentle slope is for carts to pull goods, and the gentle slope more than four meters wide in front of you is the platform for goods to enter and exit.
Now the upper end of the gentle slope has been blocked by countless sandbags and broken boxes to form a simple bunker, with dozens of rifles set up on it.
Now is the time when the defense of this bunker is at its weakest. The fort has become a group, and many green battalion soldiers have gone to support the rear. Now a group of old, weak, sick and disabled are holding on to the gentle slope.
The French commander has rich battlefield experience. He knows that if a door cannot be opened, it is best not to fight with the door. There may be half-closed windows waiting for you. Since volleys cannot deal with the new army, let's find another way.
From the beginning, the French soldiers had no intention of engaging in melee combat with these Eight Banners dudes. Of course, Mailer did not dare to use his French father. From the beginning, the French army's mission was to be responsible for fire support and tactical command on the battlefield. of.
The life of a French father is very valuable. If you lose a Merle, you will have to pay tens of thousands of taels in compensation.
But the fact that the French are unwilling to participate in hand-to-hand assaults does not mean that they cannot or dare not carry out hand-to-hand charges. I think back in the Crimea, the French soldiers shouted and dared to charge against the Tsarist Cossack cavalry. Now what do they have to face the little green battalion? Don't dare?
The French army did not move because the war situation was not that critical. Now that the war situation had reached a critical moment, they could only roll up their sleeves and take action themselves.
The French veterans have long been tired of this useless battle. It is really boring to watch a group of yellow-skinned monkeys fighting each other with swords, spears and primitive firearms. Although those sharpshooters performed admirably, the number of them was too small and they kept running around, which made the French army extremely angry.
Now the commander finally gave the order to charge, and the fighting spirit that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly burst out. "Long live! Charge..." Three hundred French troops rushed up the gentle slope like a tide, and there were crackling bullets in the charge. The rain was hitting the bunker row, and the green battalion soldiers behind could not raise their heads at all.
"Return for reinforcements, block the gap..." In the chaos, countless green camp formations gave up their immediate goals and began to return for reinforcements. The battlefield was already chaotic enough, and it was really difficult for the enemy to add such a tiger and wolf force.
The short gentle slope was only a dozen meters long. Three hundred French troops formed two streams of people to cross cover. Bullets rained on the bunker from beginning to end, and the Green Camp defenders did not even have a chance to fire a shot.
After the French gunfire subsided, the guarding Green Battalion soldier found that the bayonet was pointed to his nose.
"Kill!" There was a loud shout, and a bright bayonet stabbed into the wind. The Green Camp soldiers screamed in agony and were stabbed down in large pieces in an instant. The tattered fortifications could not stop these professional soldiers at all.
With just one charge, the gentle slope was breached. The French troops who rushed up threw the rags under the fort, and soon the four-meter-wide gentle slope was cleared.
"French warriors, there is no need to expand the victory. Holding this place is victory...Send the flare!" A bright swish of fireworks rose into the sky, and the entire Tanggu area could see it clearly.
"No...the French are calling for reinforcements, and they actually have a backup plan..." At that moment, not only the snipers, but also the Green Camp soldiers could see clearly that these foreign devils were too dark-hearted.
"Charge up... drive the foreign devils off the fort..." More than 200 people from the Green Camp, the first to come back for reinforcements, screamed and rushed forward.
But the judge just glanced disdainfully, "After two rounds of volleys, end the battle with bayonets... these weaklings!"
The French troops defending the gentle slope were squatting in one row and standing in another row, bang bang bang... A dense volley fired at the green camp soldiers on the opposite side, and their flesh and blood flew everywhere.
The bullets whizzed in the air, and hit the body with a pop. The running green soldiers suddenly fell to the ground. And those soldiers who were lucky enough to escape the hail of bullets were greeted by a forest of white bayonets.
Puff puff... There was a sound of bayonets piercing flesh, and the smell of blood suddenly became thicker in the air. The soldier with a knife in his chest held the enemy's rifle tightly with both hands, staring at the enemy opposite with hateful eyes, "Damn foreign devils...dog Tatars..." As he spoke, a mouthful of blood spurted the enemy's face.
"Warriors, let them know what real bayonet fighting is, let these Asian monkeys know what courage is!" "Select them to death... let this killing completely cut off the resistance of these slaves, let them in In the next one hundred, two hundred, or even one thousand years, no one will dare to look at our noble Europeans! The killing has begun..."
Accompanied by the officer's arrogant voice, there was a sudden faint sound of thunder in the darkness in the west. After a while, the thunder had become louder, and everyone could hear it clearly. It was the sound of war horses trampling the earth.
"The cavalry... the cavalry of the Dog Tartars, the gentle slope is prepared for the cavalry... These foreign devils actually have a backup plan! Rush up and fight them..."
The battlefield has reached a tense stage, and sniper bayonet battles are being pushed hard from the south of the fort to the north, with hundreds of Manchu and Mongolian Eight Banners soldiers in between who are stubbornly resisting.
This group of Manchu and Mongolian soldiers also knew that victory or defeat depended on this line, and they risked their lives to block it, trying like flies to block the sniper's footsteps.
Ye Qiu's crotch was completely soaked now. He didn't wet his pants out of fear. The wound on his butt had been tormenting him for more than half an hour. He relied on his will to persevere.
"More effort...Brothers, let's get through. Let's fight those French devils with bayonets and blow away all the flies blocking the way..." Ye Qiu's anxious nose was filled with smoke. He knew With these untrained green battalion soldiers trying to engage in a bayonet-spotting fight with the enemy, there is no chance of winning.
Facts proved Ye Qiu's judgment. Now, across the crowd at the exit of the slope, a one-sided killing had begun.
The performance of the Green Camp Soldiers today is definitely the best in the past century. The crazy soldiers beat up like waves. Some of them died and then retreated. They organized themselves and then beat up again. Another group of soldiers died and retreated. I thought I would be so brave one day.
But none of them could have imagined that this group of French soldiers would be so powerful in combat. They would be as motionless as a rock. Everyone strictly abided by the discipline of shooting and thrusting, and they were like emotionless machines.
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