In September, the sky looks extraordinarily high, the ground is extraordinarily green, and the style of this day is extraordinarily soft.

The Germans on this day were particularly crazy.

The German shelling continued, accompanied by a rain of shells, not with heavy artillery, each shot causing great damage, whether to the French, Chinese or Germans.

The artillery of the French is also crazy, and the density of the shells is not as dense as that of the Germans, and if the shells of the Germans are a drizzle, the shells of the French are a downpour.

The distance between Qin Zhiyuan's position and the Germans' starting position was always shrouded in dust and smoke stirred up by artillery shells, covering the ground with large and small craters, covering the German troops who were charging frantically, covering the dead corpses, and also blindfolding people's eyes and hearts.

At half past four, a full hour and a half, the Germans finally retreated under the combined frenzied attack of the French artillery and the German artillery. During this hour-and-a-half battle, the Germans left at least 4,000 corpses.

The Germans also made progress, because of the onslaught of the Germans, the left and right flank positions of Qin Zhiyuan's position had collapsed, and the Germans occupied those positions. Now the Germans have surrounded Qin Zhiyuan's position from three directions, and the position is precarious.

Because of the frenzied attack of the Germans, Qin Zhiyuan suffered heavy casualties, and within an hour and a half, the newly established Sixth Regiment of the Foreign Legion suffered more than half of the casualties, and only 53 of the 130 infantry remained, and 150 of the 180 auxiliaries remained. The French suffered more casualties, with less than 300 of the 460 French troops before the war, most of them wounded, many seriously.

After the battle, Qin Zhiyuan sent a telegram to Ferdinand Foch, in which Qin Zhiyuan wrote: My left flank is retreating, my right flank is retreating, my front is under the onslaught of the enemy, and great, I am attacking.

This telegram was not Qin Zhiyuan's original work, but was sent by Foch himself to Joseph Jacques Césaire Chauffel, then commander-in-chief of the French army at the Battle of the Marne. At that time, Foch led the Ninth Army under extremely difficult conditions, resolutely withstood the flanking attack of the German Third Army and the Second Army, and ensured the victory of the Battle of the Marne.

Although Foch had more soldiers and stronger strength at that time, in terms of situation, Foch at that time was the same as Qin Zhiyuan now.

When Foch received the telegram, he replied with only one simple sentence: they would not pass.

This is the famous slogan of Henri Philippe Petain, known as the "savior of France", during the just-concluded Battle of Verdun. It was with this slogan that the French won the Battle of Verdun.

Although he knew Petain's behavior in World War II, because it had not happened yet, Qin Zhiyuan could not despise Petain because of unknown things. Especially at this special moment, Qin Zhiyuan clearly knew the meaning of this sentence.

Well, they won't pass, whether it's the British or the Germans.

After Qin Zhiyuan counted the casualties, he transferred everyone into the tunnel, and then prepared to fight the Germans to the death in the tunnel.

The position has been surrounded on three sides, there are few troops left in Qin Zhiyuan's hands, and there are only more than 100 people left who can fight, and they can no longer support the defense on the ground, so they can only concentrate the defensive forces and carry out key defense on the key position of the tunnel.

The Germans had already begun to carry out indiscriminate shelling, making it clear that they wanted to exchange their lives for their lives, and use their superiority in strength to pile Qin Zhiyuan and them alive. At this time, it is stupid to continue to fight hard, and it is wise to use the power in your hands more effectively to organize a counterattack.

Just when Qin Zhiyuan was thinking about how to fight back, Qin Zhisheng, Chen Kangjian, Ge Lifu and Liu Zizheng found Qin Zhiyuan together.

"Master Qin, shouldn't we withdraw?" The outspoken Chen Kangjian got straight to the point.

"Master Qin, let's carry as much gold as we can, and then hand it over to the French, so that we can prove that we have done our best." Liu Zizheng is still always safe.

"Far away, if you don't evacuate with the wounded first, we will stay and fight with the foreigners." Qin Zhisheng habitually protects his younger brother.

"......" Greif habitually didn't speak.

"We can't withdraw, if we go back, we can only continue to be laborers, and let people call and drink to be cattle and horses." Qin Zhiyuan groaned for a while, and gave an answer that surprised everyone: "It has been decades since foreigners first arrived in the East and used artillery to open our country. As Chinese workers, it is the first time that the Chinese have appeared in front of ordinary Europeans in a structured manner, we represent our country, we represent all the Chinese, at this time, what kind of impression do we want to leave on the Europeans? Cowardly? Timid? Ridiculously long braids? ”

Qin Zhiyuan's word-by-word questioning successfully won everyone's heavier and heavier breathing.

"Nope! I don't want to do this, I want to establish a new image of the Chinese! I want to establish a long-lost image of the Han and Tang dynasties! I want to establish an image of a Chinese who is not afraid of life and death, strong and brave, and tenacious and unyielding! Qin Zhiyuan almost shouted these words with a roar, which not only attracted the attention of the French, but also successfully gathered more and more Chinese.

"Fight! Fight them to the end! Chen Kangjian roared angrily.

"Fight!" Qin Zhisheng no longer thought about reservations.

"Fight!" More people roared.

"Okay, I'll go settle the wounded." Seeing this, Liu Zizheng didn't say more, he used the safest way to solve everyone's worries.

Griff didn't speak, and left with Liu Zizheng.

After boosting morale, Qin Zhiyuan began to arrange a follow-up battle plan. Qin Zhiyuan still has cards to play in his hand, Zheng Dali, who can be called a "humanoid mortar", enough grenades, a group of white-knuckle hand-to-hand combatants, eight heavy machine guns and enough bullets, and a maze-like tunnel with complex terrain.

Three of the eight heavy machine guns were set up at various corners from the mouth of the tunnel to the hall, and fortified machine-gun forts were set up, each of which was defended by two shooters and two grenadiers, who were ordered to hold on for at least 20 minutes, so that the Germans would have to break through the three machine-gun positions for at least an hour. The Germans would then be faced with cross-fire from three machine-gun emplacements set up in the hall.

When Qin Zhiyuan and the others broke into the hall at the beginning, they had experienced a fierce battle, and if it wasn't for Zheng Dali, they would definitely come back at a heavy price. Now the offense and defense are different, Qin Zhiyuan is on their defense, and the Germans are attacking, Qin Zhiyuan is ready to turn this battle into a nightmare trip for the Germans.

At five o'clock, a regiment of Germans attacked.

The French positions were silent, not a single figure could be seen, there were no shells as dense as a torrential rain, no brutal strafing like a strong wind, only a few broken heavy machine guns, and bullet casings and craters everywhere.

Did the French withdraw?

The Germans were ecstatic, cheering, jumping and singing in celebration of their hard-won victory. The Germans were so happy that their cheers were so loud that they drowned out the whistling of shells in the sky, until the flowers of death bloomed in the cheering crowd that the Germans woke up like a dream and crawled to find tunnels to avoid the French overarching shelling.

There was only one tunnel in the position, and the Germans swarmed in like crucians crossing the river, and did not bother to search and advance.

Just before the Germans entered the tunnel, Qin Zhiyuan had already ordered to cut off the electric lights in this section of the tunnel, so that when the Germans entered the tunnel with black lights and blind fire, they could not see anything. The French, on the other hand, were able to clearly see the crowd pouring into the tunnel with the help of the light at the mouth of the tunnel.

"Hey, don't stop, keep walking inside, there are still many of our brothers outside." Someone was shouting in German, like a bus conductor, trying to keep people in.

Just when the Germans were about to walk ten meters in front of the machine-gun position, Qin Zhiyuan shouted "shoot" in French.

Knock knock knock......

The sound of the heavy machine gun roaring in the tunnel is like a heavy hammer, constantly hitting people's hearts, making the hearts of those who hear it beat faster, the adrenal secretion accelerates, the pupils dilate, and unconsciously fall into madness with the sound of gunfire. And the half-meter-long muzzle flame of the muzzle, as well as the dark red bullet chain composed of the tracer bullets sprayed, are like the scythe of death, and like the sword of Damox, rampage, wanton and tyrannical.

The Germans who were running in the front, after being swept by the first round of bullets, were cut in two from the part where they were hit, and then the bullets continued to impact forward, passing through the bodies of three or five people, or after the bullets were broken into shrapnel, the mission would be terminated, and before that, the tyrannical warheads had created a path of flesh and blood.

The ghost cried and the wolf howled, the man turned on his back, the stump and the arm were broken, and the blood was splashed everywhere.

Sure enough, it's hell.