At two o'clock in the morning, the French troops in the city showed no sign of surrender. The battle is unstoppable.

Liu Xian got up and walked out of the headquarters quickly, and what he could see was already the last stage of rocket firing, only to see more than a dozen bright flames running in the air at high speed. Immediately, a violent explosion erupted on the east wall of Bianhe City, and there were bright flashes of light, even making people feel like the sky was about to dawn.

"What about the artillery?! Bring artillery to bombard them! Captain Tula didn't notice the desperation in his voice. But even this hysterical sound could not be heard very far, and less than a hundred meters away from him, a large number of enemies had already crossed the collapsed walls and poured into the city.

The power and accuracy of the rockets are violent, and the first wave of more than a dozen rockets has cleared the open gun positions on the eastern city wall. The subsequent assault troops rushed to the side and the city with gunpowder bags, and after the loud bang that shook the sky, the wall more than two feet high had collapsed for a while.

Now the entire edge and the ground are completely dark. Except for the fire when the shells exploded, there was only the brightness of the old flares of the Qin army when they hit the sky. It's not World War I or World War II, there are such things as searchlights at night, and now that lighting has not yet been invented, the night is dark!

The Qin army attacked at such a fast pace that Tula could smell a strong smell of burning, mixed with gunsmoke and flesh. Some of his soldiers were already retching at the smell of the smell, or simply vomiting. The fireworks after the explosion of bitterness and acid are really an insoluble suffering.

The pain of the battle, the effect is on both sides. It is a war in which the balance of power is very large. Zero casualties are also out of the question. There was a loud bang, and the ash and sand and gravel from the shells slapped against the attacking Qin army like drops. Immediately, the cry of pain rang out.

"Don't shout!" The leading squadron leader immediately reprimanded, shouting loudly in the dark. It was easy to attract the fire of the French. "Hygienist, hurry up and bandage. The troops move on! ”

At this moment, there was another loud bang. This time the sound was closer, louder, but not from behind, but from the front of the troops. The squadron leader's eyes shrank for a moment, but he did not hesitate at all, and immediately stood up and beckoned the troops to run in the direction of the explosion.

Sure enough, the shelling caused heavy casualties among the friendly forces in front. If not all spread out the queue. Troop casualties will only be greater. But for the squadron leader, it was even more fortunate that the unit was Vietnamese.

A hundred-man team, now only fifty or sixty people remained, and immediately, the squadron leader took this remnant into his hands. He left a squad of soldiers to take care of the wounded, and then shouted, "The rest, follow me." ”

The Vietnamese were in a panic, and when they were shouted by the squadron leader, they almost subconsciously obeyed the order. The squadron leader himself ran to the front of the team to lead the team. The troops crossed the site of the corpse-strewn shelling, made a small detour, and rushed towards the fortifications, which consisted of a breastwork and two sandbags.

Chen Jing led a group of new Vietnamese troops quietly approaching a fighting French fortification on the left side of the front. It was a small two-story building with simple reinforcement. There is also a small cannon hidden inside. The losses of the Qin troops attacking head-on were not small, and the corpses of the soldiers were almost piled up in several positions thirty meters from the front of the small building.

Chen Jing greeted the leading officers of his group of the Vietnamese New Army. Team be careful, careful, and careful. The people in the building must not find out. This kind of small building is very fragile in structure. As long as it can get close, seven or eight grenades can destroy it. But this prerequisite is to be able to get close to the small building.

Every time the artillery spews out shells. And all the people fell on their stomachs. It doesn't matter if it's flat ground or bricks and rubble underneath.

Chen Jing left most of the soldiers of the Vietnamese New Army behind, and his group only numbered about 70 people, and the artillery arranged by the French army in the city, as long as they avoided their own fortifications and troop assembly points, bombarded the eastern city at will, without any regard for the casualties of the civilians in the city, and caused considerable losses to the coalition forces attacking at night.

Chen Jing only brought seven soldiers, seven of the most determined soldiers, prostrate, in the rubble-strewn ruins, little by little, close to the small building. They danced in the intersection of light and darkness, and when the light was interrupted, they rushed from one hidden point to another.

The ruins, which had been blown up by shells, became their best cover.

Of course, there were also lost civilian corpses, as well as Qin soldiers who died in battle.

On the second floor of the small building, among the piles of sandbags, in the five small shooting holes, rifles are frantically spraying bullets outward. This is only the front of the small building, on its side, that is, on Chen Jing's side, you can also clearly see the three shooting holes cut out of the wall by the light of the explosion.

Chen Jing kept close until the small building was less than twenty meters away before he was discovered by the French troops upstairs. When crossing a hurdle, the shoulder of a Vietnamese soldier behind him was a little higher, and then half of his shoulder was cut off by a bullet, and the blood-red muscles and snow-white bones were instantly exposed to the air.

And Chen Jing, who rolled over another depression, and the remaining six soldiers, without the slightest hesitation, immediately pulled the grenade string and threw it out, and in the loud explosion, Chen Jing's seven people paid the price of one death and one injury again, and finally blew up the small building. A large number of blocked soldiers rushed deeper into the city like a flood from here. And none of the surviving French soldiers and blue ribbon soldiers in the small building told them to surrender their guns or not to kill, and they were all sent to God.

The battle spread from the eastern part of Bian Ho Castle, burned to the center of Bian Hoa in two hours, and finally at dawn, a large number of Qin and Vietnamese soldiers gathered around a church. The church is still very young, less than ten years old, and is located in the south of the city of Bien Hoa.

About 200 remnants of the French army retreated into the area.

"Bring me the cannon—" Xiang ordered loudly, stained with blood and gunsmoke.

The foreigner's church is very strong, but can it withstand a cannonball? Xiang Fa is unbelieving.

So far, except for the remnants of the church who have been defeated, the entire border and city have been wiped out by the coalition forces. What Xiang had in his hand was a captured cannon.

However, the cannon did not hit the cross in the end. Because there is a person in the Qin army who cannot be ignored, Berding. Stanford. No matter what attention this guy paid when he first joined the Qin army, anyway, now he is an honest and excellent military doctor. His status as a cleric was enough to make Xiang Fa take a step back when facing him.

"Honorable Colonel Wave Slippery, surrender, you have done the best you can."

Western thinking is completely different from Eastern civilization. Berding. When Stanford faced the wave like a lost dog, his heart was filled with admiration. He admired him for fighting to the death under the form that was completely unfavorable to him. But I don't know that Colonel Bohua, who is 'resolutely resisting', has more strength in his heart than from his self-esteem than from the mission of a soldier.

Bo Slippery's mouth trembled, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it. As a proud Frenchman, he could not tolerate surrendering to an inferior Oriental race. However, the reality is so cruel that if he doesn't bow his head, his head will fall to the ground.

"Colonel Bogli, the 'Xiang' outside is a grumpy man, he only gave me twenty minutes, you need to make a decision right away. Otherwise, when the first second of twenty minutes passes, the shells will fall on this sacred place. "Even Burning. Stanford professes different doctrines from French Catholicism, but they all belong to God and are not.

A total of two hundred and two French soldiers, the Spanish soldiers, walked out of the church, led by Colonel Polka, a French major, a Spanish major, then as many as seven captains, and then the soldiers of the French and Spanish armies. Behind them is Berdin. Stanford and the priests of this church, and more than a dozen parishioners, grandmothers, and nuns.

"May God bless them, Amen!" The priest prays for the remnants of the Fascians.

Berding. Stanford, however, did not think that there was any danger to the others. After following Qin Jun for so many years, he is very clear about some of Liu Xianam's practices. He is a man who understands the rules of the West, and when dealing with Westerners, he will deal with them in a Western way, not the brutal beheading of people in the East.

"China's General Liu is a respectable soldier who has the qualities that a soldier should have. Don't worry about the safety of Colonel Wave Slip for their safety, under God's watchful eye, they will be properly arranged. ”

Led by Wave Slip, two hundred and two defeated soldiers laid down their rifles in front of the church. Then he was quickly escorted down by the Vietnamese army. Sent to Berding. Stanford nodded slightly, leaving a team of Qin soldiers to guard the church before gathering his troops and leaving.

Leaving men and horses to guard the church, Liu Xian did not instruct Xiang Fa to do so. But there are waves of teaching plans in China, and Xiang Fa has never seen or heard about them with his own eyes. He could tell with his toes what kind of virtue the churches in Vietnam were compared to the churches in China.

In this situation, if no one is sent to guard it, it may be completely empty at noon today.

During the previous counteroffensive of the Vietnamese army, the missionaries followed the retreating French army back to Saigon. The priest in front of him still ran into Xiang Fa for the first time, but he didn't want to come to the end and come up with a lesson plan.

Xiang Fa is not clear about the power of public opinion, and he is not clear about the influence of the faith tradition in Western society, but the influence on missionaries is very clear. He couldn't say exactly what the impact of Bian He's lesson plan would be on the negotiations in Guangzhou, but he always felt that it was bad in his heart. Since it's not good, let's put an end to it from the source - (Want to know more exciting developments in "Crossing 1862"?) Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner, select Add Friends to add an official account, search and follow the official account, and never miss every update again! (To be continued......) R1292