'We killed at least a thousand of the Fayi and Blue Dog soldiers. The exact number cannot be counted in detail. Our losses were around 2,000 men, of which more than 700 were killed in battle. Our main reason is that there are few artillery, and although the soldiers in the team have not been in the army for a short time, they lack combat experience. Some of the recruits were frightened by the shells, they didn't listen to the shouts, they ran around, and when they were blown up by the shells, they were either killed or wounded! ‘

'The loss of ordnance was relatively severe, and only two of the six heavy machine guns were still functional, two were blown up and two were jammed. The machine gunner is not skilled, and the ammunition consumption is relatively large. ‘

Wu Xuanjia's thinking was very clear, and in just a few sentences, he outlined the general situation of the front line for Wu Zhongping.

Then don't hardcap. You have a good grasp of the proportions, and little by little you bring the French army into the city. Let's give them a gift! ‘

Wu Zhongping himself didn't plan to overhead the French army under Wing Long City, there is no need for the Mekong River behind him, he is a fool? Besides, yesterday's casualties of 2,000 people made his heart bleed. Today, the French army will have another day of such a fierce bombardment, and he will not be able to support it.

As the left governor of the new army of Vietnam, Vu Trung Ping's total of only about 11,000 people under his command. This is counted together with his own soldiers.

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The position of the army opposite Wing Long City. In a military tent, Pierre was writing a letter from the father of one of his officers: Your Excellency's son had been struck by a bullet while leading a heroic assault on the infantry. It is with great sadness that I now inform Your Excellency General of the death of your son. But he died a painless and glorious death - perhaps the only comfort that could have comforted his grieving father. All the officers and men of our expeditionary force are likely to suffer the same fate. Those who died in battle are fortunate and will live forever in the memory of future generations.

The officer's father was a general, which seemed logical.

The belief was taken down by the people of the logistics system. Pierre had breakfast and went to the forefront. Today's French attack was the same as yesterday's routine, and the shelling began at six o'clock, and after nearly an hour and a half of shelling, the commander, General Bruyers, sent two companies of blue ribbon troops to attack Vinh Long. Of course, the result was a failure. But it was the Blue Belt soldiers who died, and no one was distressed!

Yonglong City is actually not very large, and the artillery fire of the French army is so fierce, if too many troops are gathered, it is really asking for trouble. The French used chasseurs, skirmishers, and even prostrate soldiers. All this has put a lot of pressure on the new army in Vietnam.

The battle lasted for more than two hours, and by the time the French launched their third attack, the Vietnamese Forces nouvelles withdrew from the city gate positions and retreated into the city. This was a great encouragement to the French army!

When the attack resumed in the afternoon, the French sent more French soldiers than the blue-belts, who were weak-willed. The French soldiers were stiff and staggered with trees and bunkers on the hillside, their bodies pressed low.

Little by little, the French army came closer. The hit rate of Vietnamese recruits is increasing little by little.

A sharp brass whistle sounded, and the French troops straightened up, bent their waists and rushed upward, and some began to shoot at the head of the city.

The two bullets hit a covering stone in front of Wu Xuanjia, and the sound and vibration of the lead bullets concentrated on the masonry and stone, and he could hear it clearly. In Wu Xuanjia's left hand, a heavy machine gun pointed straight at the city, and the shooter pulled the trigger almost at the same time.

The two heavy machine guns intertwined a layer of barrage, and soon dozens of French soldiers who rushed to the front were knocked down, and more French soldiers saw that there were heavy machine guns pressing the formation, and they were so frightened that they bent down again.

At this time, a French officer with a high hat suddenly straightened up in the fluttering bullets, although he couldn't hear what he was shouting, but the appearance of his sword wielding it immediately aroused the fierce strength of the French soldiers, and more than a hundred French soldiers with blue eyes and high noses straightened up and rushed towards the city with a hissing shout.

Yonglong South City has long been in ruins. The French army could rush directly to the city by stepping on broken stones.

But this charge of the French army was a send-off for heavy machine guns. The faster they charged, the more powerful the heavy machine guns burst out. Bullets like chains of fire flew in the dust, reaping lives one by one.

So the first French attack in the afternoon still ended in failure.

Then Wu Zhongping asked the two heavy machine guns to withdraw to the opposite bank. The firepower of the Vietnamese Forces nouvelles was reduced by a large margin. When the French army launched another crowd attack, the Vietnamese new army could not stop their approach.

Hand-to-hand combat began between the two sides. The Vietnamese soldiers were no opponents.

In the face of tall and powerful French soldiers, the Vietnamese soldiers, who were tall and could be a head shorter, suffered too much. In addition, the Vietnamese New Army had heavy guns and few bayonet exercises, and their opponents, the French Army, were famous for their ability to fight in the hands of the French Army, which was famous throughout Europe.

The French rushed forward with bayonets and bullets. The hard days of the new army in Vietnam are coming.

The bayonets were bright, the butts of the guns were flying sideways, and the Vietnamese soldiers were defeated and retreated under the white-knuckle battle. Large strands of blood gushed out along the wounds of the stabs, and even the intestines could be seen flowing out of the wounds, the French were so dead and wounded, and now they were all red-eyed, and there were no prisoners at all.

Therefore, Wu Xuanjia didn't have to fake, and the new Vietnamese army on the front line was completely defeated.

The entire city of Wing Lung was almost washed with blood, and the red color flowed endlessly in every inch of land.

The battle on the city of Wing Long was extremely fierce, and the headquarters of the French army was also miserable. Although it was expected that this expedition would inevitably have several bloody battles, the result of losing more than 2,000 horses and horses in just two days made the most unoptimistic people close their mouths.

Here is the army, not the parliament. Several generals in the command, dozens of middle and lower officers, all have good military qualities. From the battle of Yonglong, they were able to estimate too many 'facts'. These facts were too much unfavorable for the French conquest of Indochina and then of southwestern China.

On the battlefield, the French troops continued to attack the city of Vinh Long. Pierre saw that every time a shell fell and the Vietnamese suffered losses, the soldiers of the unit became more active and excited.

On the faces of these people, the expressions of excitement were like clouds of thunder and lightning from a storm, and they exploded brighter and brighter with the endless power that had accumulated in their hearts for a long time.

Pierre did not look at the battlefield in front of him, nor did he care about what was happening there, and his battalion was already on guard. A battalion of more than 600 men, with less than 400 men left so far, was the French unit with the heaviest losses in the entire Battle of Yonglong.

The infantry ranks were gradually drowned in smoke. Lengthy shouts and dense rifle fire were heard in the city.

Ten minutes later, groups of wounded and stretcher-carrying soldiers came from the city. Subsequently, the shells that fell into the city became denser.

"Mr. Major, my companion needs help. Can you send some soldiers to help us? ”

A middle-aged French soldier in his thirties, with a scruffy beard, saluted Pierre and said.

Pierre glanced at the wounded soldier supported by the middle-aged soldier, his stomach was still bleeding, and Pierre could see the intestines in the hand that covered the wound.

"Of course, soldiers." Pierre immediately summoned two soldiers. Two French soldiers wrapped their clothes around two rifles, and then carefully placed the wounded soldiers on them. The quality of the French military uniforms is absolutely excellent, which is fully capable of supporting the weight of a person.

"God, thank you, honorable captain!" The middle-aged soldier hurriedly turned to the back of the improvised stretcher and reached out to lift the wounded soldier's legs.

Pierre also stepped forward and dragged the wounded soldier's drooping head. "Come on, soldiers. Let's go to the military doctor. This damn front! Pierre needed a drink to ease his nerves. As for the positions and troops, his deputies were enough to take the role. And it won't take him long.

The stretcher didn't go slowly, and soon they came across a carriage for the sick and wounded. There was also a military doctor sitting in front of the carriage.

Pierre was liberated.

He walked over to the group of troops next to him, a force that was about to enter the city and enter the battle. "Hi Rachel, your flask. For God's sake, give it to me, give it to me quickly! ”

This is a good friend of Pierre, whom he met on the waves of the Far East. They had the honor of being assigned to a warship.

"God willing, you're safe."

Rachelle was so happy to see his friend that he handed Pierre a flask in his pocket and gave him a warm hug.

"Yes, my friend. I'm lucky. The troops lost more than forty percent, and I was unscathed. It's a miracle! ”

Pierre hugged Rachelle tightly. The tensions after the battle eased considerably, and Pierre, with a flask in hand, watched Rachel and his troops rush to the city. He's going to get another jug of wine from the camp himself.

"Oh God!"

As soon as he turned around, Pierre, who was pouring wine into his mouth, was tossed to the ground by a terrible wave of air.

He felt as if he had been hit by a galloping African rhinoceros.

A roaring explosion followed, and Pierre's entire head went blank.

What a terrible explosion! The entire city of Wing Lung was plunged into dust and smoke. The buzzing tinnitus prevented Pierre from hearing anything else, even though he was screaming frantically.

"Rachelle, Rachel...... "No, and his battalion!"

There was a faint smell of burnt paste in the air, and Pierre woke up to see a horse speeding past him with a broken cart with medical signs on it. The other horse, like Pierre at the beginning, lay on the ground and let out a long, mournful howl.

Pierre rushed into the city like crazy, the smoke was like a thick fog, and it was impossible to see who was who from three or five meters away. How many explosives did the Vietnamese put in Wing Long?

"Brethren! Brothers! Pierre shouted loudly to his men, as well as Rachel.

However, he had not yet had time to find his lieutenant or Rachel, a Frenchman with a high nose and blue eyes, and yellow hair, who could not be more authentic, was killed in front of him. Two more dazed French soldiers were taken prisoner. He watched with his own eyes as a bayonet stabbed into the back of a dying French soldier. Then a thin, yellow, sweaty man, dressed in a short shirt and armed with an Oriental knife, rushed at him with a shout. Instinctively defending himself, Pierre reached out with two hands, one grabbing the man's shoulder and the other by his throat. The officer also dropped his saber and grabbed Pierre by the neck...... R1152