Negri's escape skills were obviously far inferior to Pollier's.

It must be admitted that running away is also a kind of talent, not just anyone can become an excellent deserter, which requires not only a strong physique, a good grasp of the terrain, but also a strong will not to flee to the ends of the earth, vow not to give up, and a strong sense of self that never considers the perception of others.

Poliier outran everyone in the battle of Lanshan with a cheeky face, so that he could continue to step on the shiny leather boots and command the troops with deep eyes.

And like Nigri, who fled for a while, resisted for a while, and wanted to gather troops and rescue others, he could only run slower and slower when he got to Zuihou, and the more difficult it became, and the more people surrounded him, the direction of pursuit became more and more clear.

Finally, Nigri and his remnants were surrounded by Chinese troops halfway up the mountain, and tragedy unfolded.

Next to a few large trees, more than 100 remnants of the French army were huddled together in horror, all of them in ragged clothes, some without shirts, some lost a shoe, not many people held weapons, some picked up sticks, some held stones, and some simply bare hands.

And around these people, surrounded by thousands of Chinese soldiers, shining bayonets, like a silver-white jungle, densely packed in a large circle.

Zhang Gaoping had already realized that there must be a high-ranking officer in command, otherwise the French army would have been so broken up, how could it still be gathered into such a pile. He demanded that he be captured alive as much as possible, or that the people inside would have been stabbed into a sieve long ago.

There was silence, the atmosphere was solemn, and the sound of gunfire continued in the distance, when a voice shouted: "Dicha Yi Om! Then a tsunami-like voice rang out, "Dicha Yi Om! "Dichael-Ianmu! ＂

The French did not move.

"Bang bang bang", the random guns immediately knocked down a piece. "Dichotel Ioam! There was another urging voice.

With a long sigh, a deep voice in the French army said a few words, and the French soldiers finally began to lay down their arms, raised their hands, and slowly dispersed, one of them came out wearing an overcoat and a pale face, he was the French Army Major General Nigri. Unfortunately, he became the second French general to be captured after Lone.

At this time, Su Yuanchun and other troops had also arrived, and after quickly clearing the top of the mountain, the Chinese army quickly deployed to prevent the French army from counterattacking, and sent people to inform the rear that the sneak attack was successful!

After Feng Zicai received the report, he was overjoyed and discussed with Yuan Shikai.

Yuan Shikai said: "Daqingshan is owned by me, the French army has been threatened, and it will definitely fight back desperately, as long as Daqingshan is not lost, Zhennan Pass can be worry-free!" ＂

Feng Zicai shook his beard: "Okay!" I'll go to Daqingshan, and I'll ask Staff Officer Yuan here. ＂

Then he left Yang Ruishan's brigade and Ding Huai's department to defend Zhennanguan, and he took the guard battalion and the rest of the troops, a total of more than 1,000 people, and rushed to Daqingshan, except for the heavy howitzers, the rest of the artillery units were led by Ma Shengzhi.

At the same time, Feng Zicai also sent electricity to Beijing to report the war situation to the emperor.

At this time, Ding Yuntong was instructing the leader with him, the eunuch Fan Changlu, to give him a secret mission. In a historical novel of the Ming Dynasty in his previous life, there was a method of making a "fetal brush", Ding Yuntong thought about it, and couldn't help but itch to try it.

The so-called "fetal brush" is a brush made from the body hair of the lower body of the yellow flower girl.

Ding Yuntong felt that having such a pen, correcting the chapters and writing the edict would definitely have a different flavor.

Of course, this matter must be done in secret, otherwise his reputation will be damaged. Fan Changlu is loyal and reliable, and he is the most suitable candidate.

After receiving Feng Zicai's telegram, Ding Yuntong was overjoyed and immediately called back: "Give me like a nail, nail it there!" ＂

On the other side, the French army headquarters, Frey, who was still asleep, was woken up. He heard the news that shocked him: Daqingshan was attacked by a large number of enemy troops and was in danger, so he asked for support. This is like a thunderbolt from the sky, blowing up his brain to the buzz, once Daqingshan is lost, everything must be started from the beginning. What Zhennan Pass was also attacked, as soon as the other party rushed down and cut off the back road, the troops were about to be in chaos.

He was puzzled, could the Chinese come out of the ground?

He didn't know that Daqingshan had been lost at this time, and Nigri had been captured, and he thought that he would send reinforcements immediately, so he immediately ordered Nivel's hunting infantry regiment to gather troops to reinforce him.

This was really not an easy task, the officers and men were woken up from their sleep, and came out to line up with their eyes dazed to check their weapons and equipment.

Before they could set off, many of the remaining soldiers fled back one after another, including Jono and Corona. According to their report, there were a large number of enemy troops on the mountain, and there were tens of thousands of people all over the mountain. This news startled Frey again, if it was true, a regiment would probably be sent to death.

And there is terrible news: Nigri has not returned!

Frey thought it was worse than a thousand dead. The death of some people can be completely explained, war, there will always be deaths, as long as the enemy dies more.

But when the commander dies or is captured, the nature is different, and even a fool knows that the whole army has been destroyed, which in any case is difficult to explain to the country. It's better to be dead, but it's even more humiliating to be captured, Frey couldn't help but pray: Your Excellency Nigri, you are still martyred, don't be captured alive, I will be very embarrassed.

At present, on Daqing Mountain, the enemy is massing heavy troops, and the attack of a small number of troops is ineffective. It is necessary to rely on artillery and attack with the whole army in order to save the situation.

Frey immediately ordered all the artillery to turn around at once and move all to the front of Daqing Mountain, Belan's Fifth Brigade to guard in the direction of Zhennanguan, and the remnants of the Second Brigade were all incorporated into the Fifth Brigade, and the engineer battalion continued to dig tunnels. He himself personally led the 147th Brigade to attack Daqingshan, and sent people to order Erminga's troops to come over for reinforcements.

At dawn, Feng Zicai rushed to Daqingshan. He was in a very happy mood, and even the scenery was even more pleasing to the eye.

At this time, the sun had not yet fully risen, and the air flowing on the earth was incomparably fragrant, exuding a smell similar to that of fresh milk. The entire Daqing Mountain is a piece of green, like a huge green blanket, stretching flat and boundless to the horizon. The outline of the mountains is so sharp that even the slightest fold can be seen. Unknown birds, flying around.

He quickly inspected the position, and after counting, 374 people were killed and 421 wounded on his side in the last night's battle. But more than 1,200 people were killed, half of them in tents, and nearly 800 were wounded and captured, which was an unprecedented victory in the history of the land war!

Feng Zicai was overjoyed, such a record was really unexpected, and there was an unexpected joy. The original Daqingshan had some damage, and the French had already regarded the fort as their own, but they were also industrious, all the damage had been repaired, and all the heavy artillery could be used.

Feng Zicai ordered the fortifications to be repaired quickly, and the prisoners were taken to Zhennanguan, and at the same time sent a telegram to Beijing to report the success.

All day on July 10, the battlefield was strangely calm, and both China and France were in full swing to prepare for battle.

On the mountain, everyone is working, Feng Zicai is no exception, he took the lead as an example, carrying stones, trees, tens of thousands of people worked together, the whole army was inspired by the victory, confidence greatly increased, everyone felt that there was hope to defeat the enemy, return to the country to receive awards and share the land, life has hope, work naturally energetic.

And at the bottom of the mountain, the atmosphere is a little gloomy. After counting, Frey found that the 2nd Brigade was almost completely annihilated!

Only more than 500 people escaped, and the rest of the people below Negri died or were captured. He was 100 percent sure that once the news reached Paris, Gambida's cabinet would collapse immediately, and he himself would most likely be removed.

How did things come to this? It's incredible, I can't dream of being so confident when I first arrived, and now I'm in such a predicament.

Now, there is no room for recovery? Frey gritted his teeth: No, I haven't lost yet! As long as the Daqing Mountain is laid, the tunnel is just ready, the time is still in time, the victory is still mine, the winner is not condemned, and the cocktail party cannot be delayed!

Now he must race against time to capture Daqingshan before the news reaches Paris, he ordered the engineering battalion to continue digging tunnels, and personally led the 147th Brigade, as well as the Chasseur Regiment and other troops, to the foot of Daqingshan, ready to break the net!

On July 10, after strenuous efforts, all the French artillery was finally moved to the intended position. Frey gathered all the artillery he could muster, more than a hundred and ten light and heavy cannons, including nearly thirty heavy cannons.

In order to speed up the transport, the French army used bayonets and leather whips to force thousands of local indigenous people to participate in coolie labor.

At the same time, the windy days finally passed, and the French army once again dispatched a large number of hot air balloons, like a flock of hungry vultures, hovering over Daqing Mountain.

In the early hours of July 11, preparations were initially ready, and Frey could not wait to give the order, and the offensive began.