Since ancient times, he will be the courage of the army, and the handsome will be the soul of the army... Ye Qiu and Pang Chaoyun, snipers, are now a military steady.

More than 30 people let him kill openly, even if they were possessed by Shura, how many could they kill? On the opposite side, there were more than 1,300 Eight Banners and the French coalition army.

But these more than 30 people have successfully saved the morale of the 5,000 green battalion soldiers, and it is better to follow me on the battlefield than to give me a sentence.

This is the herd effect, when the leader rushes to the cliff without hesitation, the flock of sheep behind will follow, and now that's it, Ye Qiu and they have already ignited the fire of men in the hearts of the new army, and now the opposite side is not a cliff, even if it is hell, they will jump.

"Protect the sir...... Protect the flanks...... Countless Green Battalion soldiers rushed towards the left flank of the bayonet array like moths to a fire, and they used their flesh and blood to block the rain of bullets, three salvos like a rainstorm, and the left flank of the bayonet array was unbreakable.

"We can die, but the position can't be messed up, and the commander can't be injured...... Whether it can be tempered into the elite of the Iron Army depends on whether it can survive under the scythe of death......" There is only one thought in the hearts of countless people, and they have long lost their minds now.

Tian Erdan let the bullet bite on the left rib, the wound dragged on quite long but not fatal, this simple peasant man was now full of fierceness, the pain stimulated a lot of adrenaline, and there was a fire burning in his chest.

"Well done brothers...... It's just a bit stupid, so many shields and planks on the ground, how did you pick up the protection......? Everybody's a wall..."

A sentence reminded everyone present, and the dazed green battalion soldiers picked up sundries from the ground that could protect themselves, including broken shields, wooden boxes for cannonballs, and even a few cauldron lids that they didn't know where to go.

This wall of shields of all kinds is not to be seen in tatters, but it is nailed to the left flank of the bayonet array like the Great Wall, no matter how fierce the enemy's bullets rain, they will make up for one death, and fill this Great Wall with flesh and blood.

"I'm in the military formation...... Survive this moment, and we'll win..."

Countless snipers were moved to tears, and if it weren't for the harsh assassination discipline that restrained them, they would have rushed forward to replace them in person.

"Thrust...... Pick these dog tartars to death..."Pang Chaoyun's shout brought out a crying voice, "Brothers, please flank, you and I will be brothers from tonight onwards...... We won't lose, we won't lose with the prime minister...... The Prime Minister will definitely bring reinforcements to save us, as long as we can hold on..."

"Thrust...... Piercing ...... "One after another, blood-stained bayonets pounced on the enemy, and the soldiers of the Eight Banners of Manmeng, who had been arrogant just a moment ago, were now pierced like a string of sugar gourds."

The French soldiers under the mound also looked stupid, when did this group of extremely cowardly Qing soldiers know how to sacrifice and dedicate? How did they suddenly burst out with such courage? They actually used their flesh and blood to block bullets? Aren't they afraid of death?

No matter how many questions the French have, one thing they know very well is that they know that this group of green battalion soldiers is playing for real, and this group of thin soldiers has a decisive and tenacious light in their eyes, and it is not a good thing that sheep actually have jackal-like eyes.

"Damn, these Asian yellow monkeys are really playing?" said the French commander as he looked around and finally rushed to a gentle slope to the north, "Warriors of France, it's time for us to fight hard, do you see that gentle slope......?"

The Dagukou Fort is a mound raised from the ground, about more than three meters high, and there are many steps and gentle slopes around the mound. The steps are walking, the gentle slope is for carts to pull goods, and the gentle slope in front of you is more than four meters wide is the platform for goods to enter and exit.

Now at the upper end of the gentle slope, countless sandbags and broken boxes have been blocked to form an improvised bunker, on which dozens of rifles are placed.

Now is the time when the defense of this bunker is the weakest, the fort has been formed into a group, many green battalion soldiers have gone to support the rear, and now the gentle slope here is a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people are holding on.

The French commander has a lot of experience in the field, and he knows that if a door can't be opened, it's best not to fight with it, because there are half-hidden windows waiting for you around you. Since the salvo will not be able to deal with the new army, then let's find another way.

From the very beginning, the French soldiers did not want to play hand-to-hand combat with this group of Eight Banners, and of course, Mailer did not dare to use his French father, and from the very beginning, the task of the French army was to be responsible for fire support and tactical command on the battlefield.

The life of his French father is so expensive, and if he folds a Mailer, he has to pay tens of thousands of taels of pensions.

But the French are reluctant to participate in hand-to-hand assaults, which does not mean that they will not or dare not carry out a white-knuckle charge, thinking that in the Crimea the French soldiers dared to charge the Tsar Cossack cavalry with shouts, and now what dare they dare to face the little green battalion?

The French army did not move, just because the battle situation was not critical, and now that the battle situation had reached a critical moment, they could only roll up their sleeves and go up in person.

The French veterans had long been annoyed by this wretched battle, and it was really not interesting to watch a group of yellow-skinned monkeys fighting each other with large knives, spears and primitive firearms. Although those sharpshooters fought remarkably, the number of them was too small and they kept running, which made the French army feel very angry.

Now that the commander finally gave the order to charge, the battle spirit that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly burst out, "Hurray... Charge ...... "The three hundred French troops rushed up the gentle slope like a tide, and there was a crackling rain of bullets in the charge, and the green battalion soldiers behind them couldn't raise their heads at all.

"Reinforcement, plug the gap......" In the chaos, countless green battalion formations gave up the goal in front of them and began to reinforce, the battlefield was already chaotic enough, and it was really impossible to support the enemy to add such a tiger and wolf division.

The short gentle slope was only a dozen meters long, and the three hundred French troops formed two groups of people to cross the cover, and there was a rain of bullets on the bunker from beginning to end, and the defenders of the green battalion did not even have a chance to fire a shot.

After the French gunfire had subsided, the Green Battalion on guard this time found that the bayonet had been pointed at the nose.

"Kill...", a bright bayonet stabbed in the wind, and the green battalion soldiers screamed miserably and were instantly stabbed down a large piece, and the dilapidated fortifications could not stop these professional soldiers at all.

With just one charge, the gentle slope was broken through, and the rushing French threw the tattered under the fort, and soon the four-meter-wide gentle slope had been cleared.

"Warriors of France, there is no need to expand the victory, holding here is victory...... Signal flare..."A bright fireworks swished into the sky, and the entire Tanggu area could be seen clearly.

"Not good...... The French are shouting for reinforcements, and they actually have a backhand...... "At that moment, not only the snipers, but even the green battalion soldiers understood that the hearts of these foreign devils were too dark.

"Rush up...... Drove the foreign devils off the fort...... "More than 200 people from the green battalion army formation who were the first to come back to help rushed up with a roar.

And the French officer just glanced at it with disdain: "After two volleys, end the battle with a bayonet...... This group of weaklings..."

The French troops defending the gentle slope were squatting in a row, standing in a row, snapping...... A dense salvo hit the opposite side of the green battalion soldiers with flesh and blood.

The bullets whizzed in mid-air, and they smashed into the body and into the middle of the revolution, and the green battalion soldiers who were running wildly were suddenly slumped. And those soldiers who were lucky enough to avoid the rain of bullets greeted a forest of bayonets with white flowers.

Puff puff...... There was a sound of bayonets entering flesh, and the air suddenly became bloody. The soldier with the knife in the chest clutched the enemy's rifle tightly in both hands, and his hateful eyes stared at the enemy opposite, "Damn foreign devils...... Dog Tartar ...... "As he spoke, a mouthful of blood sprayed the enemy's face.

"Warriors, let them know what real bayonet fighting is, let these Asian monkeys know what courage is..."

"Pick them to death...... Let this slaughter completely cut off the resistance of these slaves, so that they will not dare to face up to our noble Europeans for the next 100, 200, or even 1,000 years... The killing began......"

Accompanied by the arrogant voice of the officer, it was the thunder that suddenly faintly came from the darkness of the West, and after a while, the thunder of kung fu had been practiced into a film, and everyone heard it clearly, it was the sound of the war horse trampling the earth.

"Cavalry...... The cavalry of the dog Tartars, the gentle slope was for the cavalry...... This group of foreign devils actually has a backhand... Rush up and fight with them......"

The battlefield had reached the point of 100,000 urgent, and the bayonet battle of the snipers was pushing from the south of the fort to the north with difficulty, and there were hundreds of soldiers of the Manchurian and Mongolian Eight Banners who were stubbornly resisting.

This group of Manchurian soldiers also knew that the victory and defeat were in this line, and they also blocked up with their lives, trying to block the sniper's footsteps like flies in waves.

Ye Qiu's crotch is now completely soaked, it is not a scared peeing of pants, the wound on his buttocks has tormented him for more than half an hour, and he is now relying on his will to insist.

"Push it a little harder...... Brothers, let's fight with those French devils with bayonets and blast away all these flies in front of me......" Ye Qiu's nose and eyes smoked out, he knew that with these untrained green battalion soldiers, if they wanted to play these bayonet fights with the enemy, there was no chance of winning at all.

Facts proved Ye Qiu's judgment, and now across the crowd at the exit of the slope, a one-sided killing has begun.

Today's performance of the Green Battalion is definitely the best in the past hundred years, the crazy soldiers beat up like waves, die a group and then retreat, organize and beat up again, and then die a group to retreat, the Green Battalion soldiers never thought that they would have such a brave day.

But none of them could have imagined that this group of French soldiers would be so strong in combat, and they would not move like a rock, and all of them strictly observed the discipline of shooting and stabbing, and they were all like emotionless machines.

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