The messenger of Mentoban came?

The Hongjun cadres present suddenly became relaxed, and this battle between China and France had reached the point where Meng Tuoban, an old stubborn, could not fight: "Your Highness, let's fight hard for another day tomorrow, we have to let these Yi people disarm and surrender!"

"How can it be so easy, although there are many injuries to the soldiers today, but the strength still exists, it is better for this messenger to see it!"

"That's right, winning without a fight is the best policy."

"Fart, the reason why the foreigners gave in is not that our reserve infantry brigade fought well today."

Liu Chang shook his head and ordered Zhou Xiuying: "Let their messenger come over, we can have a good talk." ”

Sometimes, what you can't get on the battlefield can be obtained at the negotiation table, but Zhou Xiuying advised: "I asked the brothers to watch these two foreigners closely." ”

The cadres of the Hongjun Army, who had already come over from the Taiping Army, said: "Be very careful, don't forget what hidden weapon they hid and injured His Royal Highness King Yan." ”

In the Taiping Army, this is a bloody lesson, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom's first-class fierce general "Iron Rooster" Shi Xiangzhen is Shi Dakai's surname Guozong, he and Zhang Guoliang about a heads-up duel outside Tianjing City, the result of the Iron Rooster is really a step ahead, and directly won Zhang Guoliang, the Qing army general who made the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom hate.

It's just that just when the iron rooster Shi Xiangzhen was proud, who expected that Zhang Guoliang secretly hid a short knife on his body, and stabbed him in one sword, this battle not only turned into defeat, but also lost a real fierce general in Heaven.

And at the moment of waiting for the messenger of Mengtoban to come. Liu Chang has already advised: "Let everyone take out as many guard materials as possible, I know that everyone doesn't have much in hand, and they have to prepare for tomorrow's big battle." But I, the king of Yan, don't have many things to ask for everyone, so there's only one thing. ”

"Also, ammunition must be delivered. But we must not forget about the wounded on the front line, and if there is a conflict between ammunition and guard materials, priority is given to sanitary materials. ”

After he told all this, there were already two envoys from Mengtuoban over there, one Hua and one Yang, both of whom were considered talents, and they arched their hands directly towards Liu Chang: "I have seen His Royal Highness King Yan, His Royal Highness King Yan is fine!"

The Chinese language they speak. Whether it was the foreigner or the Chinese, they were all very standard, but Liu Chang glanced at the officer who acted as the envoy of Mengtuoban: "Are you?" ”

"Captain Milley, on behalf of His Excellency Commander Mengtoban, I have come to make peace for you and me, and today's battle, you and me. There were many casualties, and the commander of Mengtoban was benevolent and willing to negotiate peace with his feet. ”

"Truce?" Liu Chang sneered: "Now that the war is suspended, what did you do a few months ago?" I have no dispute with your country, and when Ningbo opened its port, I took care of many businessmen in your country. However, for no reason, your country sent troops thousands of miles away, killing and wounding our soldiers and seizing our land, so that our army had to turn around and return to war, with more than 10,000 soldiers killed and wounded, and millions of yuan in military salaries and expenses......"

This is Liu Chang's complaint, and the Captain Milley said that this is already in the past: "This is all a mistake made in the past, and now Commander Montoban is very willing to negotiate a truce with you, in today's battle, although our Great French Army has suffered more than 1,000 casualties, but your casualties are three or four times more than that of our French Army, and I am afraid that there will be more losses in the battle tomorrow." ”

"This is the war you provoked!" Liu Chang said angrily: "I can only fight this war in your way, wait a minute, ......"

"What's wrong?" Captain Milley was a little curious, thinking that Liu Chang had discovered something.

"Get a seat and a few hot cups of tea." Liu Chang had a smile on his face: "No matter what, you are all guests, let's drink tea first!" ..., "Good!" Captain Milley was very willing to drink a few cups of green tea to continue the negotiation, while the Chinese beside him suddenly said, "I can't imagine that His Royal Highness King Yan still has the leisure to drink tea now?" ”

"Why do you say that?"

This Chinese spoke very extraordinary, he took off the top hat on his head, and talked very enthusiastically about the crisis that the Hongjun encountered next: "If it weren't for the Mengtuoban Governor Xingshi, His Royal Highness King Yan would have swept through Suwan and recovered the two lakes now, and the foundation of the world is one-third, but because of Mengtuoban's Xingshi, it is difficult for Wang Tu to achieve success." ”

He continued to talk about the situation in the entire south of the Yangtze River: "It is reported that the commander of Fuji in Anhui Province has come from Anqing's counterattack, and the soldiers of Liangguang have the intention of going north to the Central Plains, and the most feared ones are Zeng Disheng and Hu Runsheng, two Hunan people. ”

He hit the nail on the head and said: "Now Hunan and Hubei are uncertain, but they have the intention to counterattack Jiangxi Province, and now the Hongjun is strong, all in Sujia, unable to help the east, if the upstream is lost, I am afraid that the downstream will ......."

Hearing him talk endlessly, Liu Chang suddenly asked curiously, "Which one is at your feet?" ”

The scholar smiled, but he reported to himself: "Under Li Hongzhang, the word is Shaoquan, and he is good friends with Admiral Mengtuoban......

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"What's going on?" Meng Toban glanced fiercely at the captain of the military doctor who came up to complain: "I have repeated it several times, I have no more medicines, I have already given you all my personal reserves." ”

The captain of the military doctor knew that he had been scolded by Meng Toban and his head was spurting blood, but he still had to fight: "Your Excellency, Commander, I only came this time to ask for some body bags. ”

There were too many French soldiers killed on the battlefield, and the captain of the medic did not even have enough body bags in his hands, but Montoban still refused him: "The logistics are attacked by the Chinese, and we must have enough patience." ”

The thought of the more than 400 corpses on the battlefield, and some of the French corpses that had not been counted, made the head of the medic feel that his scalp was numb, but he still made his own suggestion: "Although it is winter, if you don't dispose of it, it may be more serious, if you don't have a body bag, please give me some boxes." ”

"That's not either." Mentoban told his medic captain, "I'm busy right now, give you one last chance." ”

"Then if you don't give me some firewood and grass, I can't send them back to the mainland, so I can only be cremated."

For the captain of the medic and the priest accompanying the army, this was the worst option and the last option of desperation, but they could not even find the box for the ashes and the wood for the cremation of the body.

They had to rely on their own efforts to find some boxes and firewood, but unfortunately there were only a hundred people in the military medical team, and they didn't even have time to take care of the seriously wounded, let alone cut firewood and grass at night.

Meng Tuoban finally relented: "Okay, I will send a platoon to assist you, there are only so many resources!"

His reply was a little cold, and the medic captain left uncomfortably, while Montoban began to ask his officers for the latest information: "How's the situation on Milley's side?" ”

"Thanks to that Mr. Li Hongzhang, the negotiations have progressed!" One of the officers told Meng Toban: "At least their Royal Highness the King of Yan has agreed to a one-day truce to give us time to collect the corpses and the wounded." ”

The thought of the mountains of corpses and wounded sent down today, all the officers present felt that this was the longest day of their lives, and it was difficult to find such a bloody battle even in Crimea.

"Any news from Milley?"

"He is now continuing negotiations with His Royal Highness the King of Yan, who demands that we compensate them for their losses, at least for their war expenses, and it is said that they paid hundreds of millions of gold francs for this war." "This can't be!" Meng Toban raised his hand again: "This is a condition for the destruction of the country, I cannot agree to negotiate with such an enemy, so I ......"

All the officers present were frightened at once, and everyone thought that after suffering at least 1,500 or even 2,200 casualties today, Mentoban would be soberly aware that this battle could not continue, but no one expected him to go crazy.

"I order, the French army continues to carry out the operation of Joan of Arc, before tomorrow morning, all troops, after eating the rations of the urgent, attack the enemy army in the south with a fearless spirit, and strive to annihilate the rebels in the shortest possible time, this is my order, who dares to disobey!"

Everyone had seen clearly that the old man was now holding not a cane, but a revolver, and the black muzzle was aimed at the group of French officers in the moonlight, ready to fire at any moment.

The old man went crazy, and everyone only felt this way, but everyone also knew that this might be a chance to turn defeat into victory.

Now Captain Milley and Li Hongzhang were negotiating on behalf of the French with the rebels, who should have been lax after a long day of hard fighting, so they acquiesced in the abandonment of Major General Montoban.

But ordinary French soldiers did not see it that way, and after the news of the armistice, another bad news brought them to the brink of collapse.

Thankfully, they were the best infantry in the world, so they were still in the darkness devouring the only spare rations, and then looking for a cup of unsweetened coffee, no champagne, no celebration feast, only the priest praying with his Bible.

Hundreds of wounded were groaning around them, and the bodies of hundreds of the war dead could not even be found with firewood, but they were still full of fighting spirit and courage, ready to use their bayonets and determination to deal a fatal blow to these Chinese rebels.

So before they set out, they wiped their Minnie rifles, checked their cartridge belts, fitted them with bayonets, and then went on their heads in the night.

It was supposed to be the most sacrificial and courageous of actions, and about five minutes into their departure, there was a sudden burst of gunfire from the front line. (To be continued)