War does not sympathize with the weak, whether you are righteous or not, war only believes in strength. The French charged this time to hit the soft underbelly of the defenders of the fort, and they had already guessed the strategic intentions of the defenders after more than ten minutes of fighting with the snipers, and this group of sharpshooters just wanted to hold them back.

The ability to carry out accurate sniping in the dark is hard for French veterans to believe, and it is very skillful in quickly changing positions at night. The French commander could be sure that if he focused all his energy on these sharpshooters, they would be able to entangle themselves all night.

The commander who understood waved his bayonet and shouted, "Soldiers, leave these ghostly shooters, the more fierce they hit, the more they care about the battery...... They're just trying to hold us back so that the wretched defenders on the battery can be protected......"

"Charge...... Charge...... Kill..."More than a thousand sneak attackers threw Ye Qiu away, and they rushed towards the fort like a group of doping donkeys.

Ye Qiu and Pang Chaoyun were stunned at that time, how about the military quality of the defenders of Dagukou, they were clear, a group of troops who could only fight foreign guns six times a month, a battalion leader who was too lazy to conduct physical training every day in order to save food, and a green battalion soldier who had no ideals and beliefs in his heart and only knew how to support his family...... How could they possibly confront this pack of tigers and wolves.

The three hundred French soldiers are all veterans with ten years of military experience, and this time they have become pirates from the military uniform, adding three points of fierceness, and many of the Eight Banners selected by Mailer are bannermen outside the customs and Mongolian bannermen on the grassland.

These evil gods still have a bit of blood and courage from their ancestors, and when they heard the word charge, they immediately went crazy, and their eyes were blue, "Kill...... Slaughter them clean...... Chickens and dogs don't stay..."

At this time, the Dagukou Fort can be regarded as exploding, and the group of defenders did not even fire their guns, and everyone picked up a qiē weapon and rushed to the west side, hoping to hold the high ground of the fort condescendingly.

In the light of the torches, countless frightened faces were filled with despair, and the various weapons in their hands did not look like regular troops at all.

Old birds, front-loading smoothbore guns, and the latest rear-loading rifles formed a loose musket firing procession, and behind them there were even hundreds of people shooting arrows with bamboo bows.

At the edge of the earthen platform at the front, there is even a soldier stabbing down with a spear, and the combination of medieval tactics and modern firearms makes them always a little inexplicably happy.

Dagukou Fort belongs to the plain mound type fort, because there is no mountain to borrow, people can only raise a mound of about three meters on the ground, all the artillery is erected on it, it is also a bit condescending.

But how could a mound of more than three meters stop this group of veterans, and the three hundred French soldiers killed the spearmen on the edge of the fort with a single volley, and the corpses fell down crackling.

"Shooting, strict discipline in shooting...... After three consecutive shots, the Eight Banners infantry charged and broke through...... Kill the past..."Papa, the death gap was rapidly expanding in the sound of gunfire like fried beans, and after three consecutive shots, the Mongolian Manchu soldiers rushed over with a roar, and actually stacked Arhats under the mound.

The tactics of the tiger's back and bear waist are clasped in pairs, and the knife-wielding warriors behind them run forward and leap up, their toes are a little in the palms of the two people's clasped hands, and the two people below give a little upward help, and the three-meter mound actually jumped away.

"Fly in, Damn, flying man......" The green battalion soldiers suddenly exploded, and no one could have imagined that there were still people in the world who could jump more than three meters high.

The Eight Banners Flyer, who screamed strangely, danced his long knife before he could land, and the sharp tip of the knife pierced the throat of the Green Battalion soldier, and by the time he crashed into the crowd, three soldiers had already killed him.

"The children of the Immortal Heaven have their own protection of the Immortal Heaven...... The cowardly Han people, taking their lives to ...... "This is still a soldier of the Eight Banners of Mongolia, and his belief is not the most popular Lamaism, but the ancient Immortal Heaven, no wonder he is wild."

Elite is elite, the Mongolian warrior jumped into the crowd and did not go deep alone, but he played a hand-to-hand knife technique, and he protected his front and back, left and right in the same sword light.

This is thousands of years of Mongolian soldiers oral experience of siege, the Mongolian soldiers who climbed the wall of the Southern Song Dynasty were the same as him, the first to jump on the city, not to love the war just to hold the gap and wait for reinforcements.

As more and more flyers flew up the mound, the Immortal Descendant finally got his support, and when his left and right flanks were protected by Manchurian soldiers, the fierce steppe wolf immediately turned to attack.

A thrust took away a human life, a sweep spilled a piece of blood, and the northern barbarians, who had no worries, now finally found the feeling of killing.

"Aha...... Kill, kill, kill, it's fun...... That's how Genghis Khan killed Han people back then, and I am a descendant of the Han Dynasty......"

The small assault force was three people at first, and later it became six, ten, or even more, and dozens of such assault troops on the wide battery at the mouth of Dagu had already torn apart the formation of the green battalion.

At this time, the green battalion soldiers were completely desperate, "I can't stand it, this is all a group killing god...... We can't stand it......"

"Sir, let's withdraw, swim north across the Haihe River, and let's go to the SAR as well...... No one can stop them except the new army..."

"Shut up, do you still have a way out? Knowing that these are all a group of killing gods, and knowing that they are even going to attack our nine clans, you still want to escape? How could they let you go...... Keep killing..."

Although the officers were insisting, their shouts had already brought out their crying.

"Old and young masters, just rush to the prime minister's salary to make up for us, just from the prime minister's few full meals, we have to fight, 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 also scared and cried, they all understood the truth, although the world is big now, only Xiao Lotian can accept them and protect them.

If the five thousand of them can't stand a big gukou, if they can't beat more than a thousand sneak attackers, I'm afraid they won't have the face to eat under Xiao Letian's hands.

"Fight, fight with them......" In the roars of countless people, there was despair.

In stark contrast to the low morale of the Green Battalion, the momentum of the Manchu-French coalition army was like a rainbow. This group of murderous bandits had gone crazy now, and the French commander shouted excitedly at the skillful tactics of the Manchurian soldiers.

"Good, God bless you, your cold weapon tactics are really amazing, no wonder the Mongols conquered the Han people, and the Manchus also conquered the Han people...... You are the strongest..."

"Brothers, open fire and support this group of medieval warriors in their battle..."

The encouragement of the French father made the trapeze on the turret even more energetic, and all kinds of flexible tactics left by their ancestors were used, what a triangular assault formation, a circular defensive shooting formation...... It's all the murderous experience left by their ancestors.

From this, we can already see the distinction between civilization and barbarism, and what is the inheritance of the Han civilization in the Central Plains from father to son? It is a loyal minister and a filial son, a Ming monarch and a Qing official, a gentle and elegant poetry, and an idyllic life of sharing joys and sorrows.

In a word, the Han civilization has always inherited kindness and courtesy.

On the other hand, these barbarians, in the course of hundreds of years and thousands of years, what have they inherited? They are all ancient myths and murderous skills.

A Mongol man in the Tongzhi period of the late Qing Dynasty was able to use the siege tactics of the Southern Song Dynasty, and a wild Jurchen in the northeast can still recover the assault tactics of the Nurhachi period.

This is also a kind of inheritance, grandfather to grandson, father to son, inheritance is only the skill of plunder, and the method of killing, because they have been attached to the Han people for thousands of years, the sheep killing skills must of course be skilled, and a little more skilled.

"Kill them, kill this group of Han Chinese...... They're all a bunch of cowards, and as long as the mortality rate exceeds 20%, they will collapse......"

"Don't look at the number of them, they are a flock of sheep to be slaughtered, kill ......"

The words spoken by the jackals were harsh, but they could not be refuted, because they were the experience they had accumulated over thousands of years of fighting against the Han Chinese. The Han sheep, if there is no hero to command, is really a group of loose cowards, once the battle loss rate exceeds 20%, there is no one who will not be defeated.

This was the case when the Mongols settled in the Central Plains, and it was still like this when the Manchus entered the customs, and in the history of thousands of years, how many Han Wu Emperor and Ming Chengzu who had expeditions to Mobei?

The atmosphere of despair on the fort is getting stronger and stronger, Ye Qiu and Pang Chaoyun are going crazy now, although they have been pressing the enemy to shoot at the moment, but this group of sneak attackers seems to ignore their existence, let you fire desperately, their only target is the green battalion.

As many Manchu and French troops you kill, they will kill ten times as many Green Battalion soldiers, and the fury of revenge will burn on the heads of the defenders of the fort.

Now it was on the verge of collapse, and the defenders on the fort were already frightened, they surrounded the enemy with weapons and did not dare to move, and even those Mongol warriors could scare off a group of people with a loud shout.

Pang Chaoyun couldn't hold back any longer, he roared at the fort, "Brothers of the Green Battalion, think about your parents, wives and children, think about your brothers and sisters, even if it is for yourself, you are treated as grandchildren...... Hold on, hold on... Even for the sake of your own lives, you have to resist..."

"These French devils and dog Tartars are not going to be taken prisoner...... They all want to punish you nine clans, can't you see through it? They just want to kill you......"

Ye Qiu was also crazy at this time, he took out his bayonet and put it in the muzzle, "Snipers, stop shooting now...... Go back to the fort and fight the enemy hand-to-hand...... The lost morale is compensated for with our blood..."

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