Fu Yunlong was lying quietly on a hill, looking at the intersection in the valley in front of him with a telescope, and behind him, the entire hillside was almost covered with special forces in camouflage uniforms, and the number was afraid of two or three thousand!

There are not many French fortresses in the Pyrenees, there are only 14 or 5 in total, and the total strength is more than 100,000 people, so the special combat team does not need to be divided into squads, but can be split into squadrons.

He was in charge of the enemy's largest No. 3 fortress in the southern Pyrenees, with about more than 10,000 people stationed, which should also be the largest French fortress in the entire Pyrenees, so he brought three squadrons, a total of 3,000 special forces.

Just yesterday, they had annihilated the grain transport team that was transported to the No. 3 Ridge Fort, and the captured grain was about 500,000 catties, of course, this capture did not mean that they had transported all the grain and grass, they only took about 200,000 catties and burned all the rest.

And these 200,000 catties, they didn't carry all of them, most of them were buried in a hidden valley, and now each person brought about ten catties, so that it would not affect their actions.

He didn't know how much grain was stored in the enemy's No. 3 fort, 500,000 catties was about the same as the consumption of a month in the fort, if the French army was sending grain on a monthly basis, within three days, the defenders in the fort would definitely send people out to search, after all, if there was no food, it would really starve to death, and the food for the month was not delivered on time, so it was strange that they could sit still.

Commanding special operations, he is also the first time that the eldest girl has been on the sedan chair, and he doesn't know exactly what it will look like, but they can't actually be regarded as fighting in front of them, except for the days when they ran through the French blockade line to the back of the French defense line, they were a little harder, and they weren't even tired when they were training.

Even yesterday it didn't take much effort to cut off the food, a few snipers killed the French soldiers leading the way in front with one shot per person, as for the civilians in the back, not to mention, in short, he didn't feel like fighting now, all this was as if he was training.

Just as he was bored and wanted to change the squadron leader to monitor, the figure of French soldiers suddenly appeared at the intersection of the valley in front of him, and then groups of French soldiers appeared on the path in the valley, and the number of them increased.

Finally taking the bait, Fu Yunlong showed an excited expression on his face.

He is not afraid of more enemies, because there are more than 10,000 people stationed in the No. 3 fortress, even if they all come, in this group of mountains, they cannot be the opponent of the three thousand special forces, he only hopes that the enemy can come more, the more the better!

As a result, he was disappointed, and the enemy came with a total of more than a thousand people, and then there were no more.

He sighed, then ordered in a low voice: "Let the snipers prepare, once their artillery is scrapped, shoot, don't hit their commander first, lure them over." “

The three squadron leaders behind him whispered, then they all gestured back, and soon, thirty snipers quickly climbed up and lay down in a row on the mountain beam.

At this time, the number of field guns of the French army was not very large, and the thousand or so people also pulled two of the smallest howitzers, don't look at the small caliber of the howitzer, the overall weight is actually not light, plus the gun truck, at least four or five hundred catties, a war horse is a little difficult to pull.

Why is Fu Yunlong so sure that the enemy's artillery will be abolished, of course, it is because they have done their tricks and feet, on the path in the valley in front, there is a small stone bridge made of stone slabs, the small stone bridge has been transformed by them, it is no problem for people to walk over, artillery, go up and grind it, the bridge will break!

Moreover, they also dug a large pit under the bridge, and it was no problem to drop a few guns into it.

The French did not notice the ambush on the ridge, they just walked forward slowly, and even most of them had flintlock pistols on their shoulders, so they were not guarded at all.

They may just wonder why the grain hasn't arrived yet, and they don't know that the team carrying the grain has been wiped out by the Ming army.

Fu Yunlong looked at their lazy appearance, and couldn't help but shake his head, the great powers at this time were actually not very high in military literacy, they could only rely on the advantage of muskets and artillery to bully and bully the barbarians who did not have gunpowder weapons, and they were not opponents when they met the third-class legion of the Ming army!

More than 1,000 people passed by the path under their mountain beam so slowly, and there were not even people who looked up at the mountain beam carefully, and their military literacy was as low as you can imagine.

Of course, even if they looked up carefully, they couldn't find the Ming army above, the mountain beam was nearly a mile away from the path, not to mention, every Ming army was still wearing camouflage uniforms and straw hats, and they would only think that the grass here was relatively lush without binoculars to look closely.

After a while, more than 1,000 French soldiers walked over from the path in front of Fu Yunlong's eyes, and there was a small stone bridge not far in front of them.

Fu Yunlong decisively ordered: "The first squadron moves to the left to block their way, the third squadron moves to the right to block their way back, and the second squadron stays and prepares to meet the enemy." “

With his order, the two squadron leaders behind slowly lay down the mountain beam, and then stood up with a cat on their waists, waved their hands, and moved to the left and right with their subordinates.

After less than a stick of incense, the two field howitzers that the enemy protected in the middle finally went to the small stone bridge, and the wheels of the second howitzer just pressed to the bridge deck, and with a "click", the bridge deck was suddenly disconnected, followed by the crackling sound of falling, the neighing of horses, and the sound of screams, and the whole valley was suddenly lively.

After a puff of smoke and dust, dozens of French soldiers climbed up from under the bridge screaming, and the artillery and the horses pulling the artillery fell into the pit and could not get up.

The French commander in front heard the screams from behind, and immediately beat his horse and ran back, and when he saw the tragic situation under the stone bridge, he knew that there might be an enemy nearby, but he looked around left and right, and did not see a single trace of the enemy.

Seeing this scene, Fu Yunlong coldly ordered: "Sniper, shoot." “

There was a loud bang, and immediately thirty French soldiers fell down clutching their necks.

At this time, there was no muffler, and the loud noise immediately attracted the attention of the French commander, who saw a few smoke rising from the upper beam, and immediately judged that the enemy on the hill was definitely less than a hundred!

This is okay, dozens of people dare to come to ambush thousands of people, and he immediately waved his hand and commanded his subordinates to rush towards this side of the mountain beam.

As a result, they had just run to the bottom of the mountain beam, and before they had even begun to climb, they stepped on hundreds of mines, and for a while, the French soldiers fell in large numbers, and the whole valley was filled with the screams of ghosts and wolves.

The French commander hesitated, he didn't even see the shadow of the enemy, almost half of the people fell, how can this battle be fought!

Seeing this scene, Fu Yunlong immediately ordered: "Sniper, kill that commander, and the others get on their bayonets and prepare to charge." “

There was another loud bang, and the French commander was instantly bloodied and beaten into a sieve.

At this time, the French army was finally frightened, and they didn't know who led the way, and everyone who could run turned around and fled back.

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