Since ancient times, generals have been the courage of the army and the soul of the army! Snipers such as Ye Qiu and Pang Chaoyun are now a military moral stabilizer.

More than 30 people asked him to kill him openly. Even if they were possessed by Shura, how many could they kill? There were more than 1,300 Eight Banners and French coalition forces on the opposite side.

However, these more than 30 people successfully saved the morale of 5,000 Green Camp soldiers. On the battlefield, the effect is better than me. If the officials can rush to the front, then what else can the big soldiers be willing to do?

This is the herd effect. When the leading sheep rushed towards the cliff without hesitation, the flock behind would follow closely. Now that's it, Ye Qiu and the others have ignited the male fire in the hearts of the new army. Now, let alone the cliff, they will jump even in hell.

"Protect the chief... protect the flanks... I'm not going to pay my life!" Countless green camp soldiers rushed towards the left wing of the bayonet formation like moths to the flames. They used their flesh and blood to block the rain of bullets. Three heavy rain-like volleys, the left wing of the bayonet formation was unbreakable.

"We can die, but the positions cannot be chaotic, and the commanders cannot be injured... Whether we can be tempered into the elite of the Iron Army depends on whether we can survive under the sickle of the God of Death..." Countless people only had this idea in their minds, and they had long lost their minds.

Tian Erdan bit the bullet on his left rib. The wound was dragged very long but not fatal. The simple farmer's face was now full of fierceness. The pain stimulated adrenaline a lot, and there was a fire burning in his chest.

"Brothers do a good job... but they're just a little stupid. There are so many shields on the ground, and you have picked up the wooden boards to protect you? Form a formation... Everyone has a shield wall!"

A sentence reminded everyone present. The dizzy Green Camp soldiers picked up debris from the ground, shields with broken mouths, wooden boxes containing shells, and even some people found several large pot lids from somewhere.

Although this variety of shield walls are broken, they are nailed to the left wing of the bayonet formation like the Great Wall. No matter how fierce the enemy's bullets are, they will make up for one of them and fill the Great Wall with flesh and blood.

"I'm in the military formation... After this moment, we will definitely win!"

Countless snipers were moved to tears. If it weren't for the harsh assassination discipline that restricted them, they would have hoped to rush up and replace them with them.

"Stack... pick these dogs and Tartars!" Pang Chaoyun's crying voice came out, "Brothers, please ask you on the side. After tonight, you and I are brothers... We will not lose, and we will not lose with the Prime Minister... The Prime Minister will definitely bring reinforcements to rescue us, as long as we can hold on!"

"Spike...Spike..." A handful of blood-stained bayonets rushed towards the enemy. The soldiers of the Manchu and Mongolian Eight Banners who were so arrogant just now were now pierced like a candied haws.

The French soldiers under the mound were also stunned. When did these extremely cowardly Qing soldiers know how to sacrifice and dedicate? Why did they suddenly burst out with such courage? They actually blocked bullets with flesh and blood? Aren't they afraid of death?

No matter how many problems the French have, they know that they are very clear about one thing. They know that this group of green camp soldiers is really playing. The eyes of these thin soldiers are decisive and tough, and the sheep actually have jackal-like eyes. This is not a good thing.

"Damn it, these Asian yellow monkeys are really playing?" The French commander looked around and said to a gentle slope in the north. "France warriors, it's time for us to fight to the death. Have you seen that gentle slope? Rush up and occupy him..."

The Dagukou Fort is a flat mound, about three meters high, with many steps and gentle slopes around the mound. The steps are for people to walk, and the gentle slope is for carts to pull goods. The gentle slope, more than four meters wide, is the platform for goods to enter and exit.

Now the upper end of the gentle slope has been blocked by countless sandbags and broken boxes, forming a simple cover, with dozens of rifles mounted on it.

Now is the time when this bunker has the weakest defense. A group of soldiers have already fought on the fort, and many green camp soldiers have gone to support the rear. Now, there are a group of elderly, weak, sick and disabled people who are holding on to the Sangpo.

The French commander has rich experience in the battlefield. He knows that if a door cannot be opened, it is best not to fight with it. Maybe there are half-closed windows waiting for you around. Since the volley can't deal with the new army, then take a different approach.

From the beginning, French soldiers did not want to play charge and fight with these eight banner playboys. Of course, Meller did not dare to use his French father. From the beginning, the French army's mission was to be responsible for fire support and tactical command on the battlefield.

The life of his French father is so precious. If he loses one Meler, he has to pay tens of thousands of taels of pension.

However, the French are unwilling to participate in hand-to-hand attacks, which does not mean that they do not or dare to charge in hand-to-hand charges. I remember that French soldiers in Crimea were shouting and dared to charge against the Tsar Cossack cavalry. What are you afraid of facing the small green camp now?

The French army did not move because the war situation was not as critical as that. Now that the war situation has reached a critical moment, they can only roll up their sleeves and go on it themselves.

French veterans have been annoyed in this cowardly battle. It is really boring to see a group of yellow-skinned monkeys fighting each other with big swords, spears and primitive firearms. Although the sharpshooters were remarkable, the number of people was too small and they kept running, which made the French army extremely angry.

Now the commander finally issued an order to charge. The fighting spirit that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly erupted out, "Long live! Charge..." The three hundred French troops rushed up to the gentle slope like a tide. There was a crackling rain of bullets hitting the bunker in the charge, and the green camp soldiers behind them could not raise their heads at all.

"Return to help, block the gap..." In the chaos, countless Green Camp military formations gave up their targets and started to return to help. The battlefield was already chaotic enough, and they could not resist the enemy's addition of such a tiger and wolf army.

The short gentle slope was only more than ten meters long, and the three hundred French troops formed two cross-covers. From beginning to end, there was a rain of bullets pouring on the cover. The Green Camp defenders did not even have the chance to fire a shot.

After the French gunfire subsided, the guards of the Green Camp discovered that the bayonet had pointed to the nose.

"Kill!" With a loud shout, a sharp bayonet stabbed towards the wind, and the green camp soldiers shouted in a terrible cry and were stabbed down in an instant. The ragged fortifications could not stop these professional soldiers.

With just one charge, the gentle slope was broken through. The French army rushed up threw the rags under the fort, and soon the gentle slope four meters wide was cleaned up.

"The French warriors, don't need to expand the results of the battle. Keeping here is a victory... send a signal flare!" A bright fireworks soared into the sky, and the entire Tanggu area could see clearly.

"Not good... the French were calling for reinforcements, and they actually had a backup plan..." At that moment, not only the snipers, but also the Green Camp soldiers understood that these foreigners were so shady.

"Roar up... drive the foreigners off the fort..." More than 200 people from the Green Camp Army who were the first to return to the rescue rushed forward and rushed forward.

And the judge just glanced at him disdainfully, "After two rounds of volleys, end the battle with a bayonet... These weak people!"

The French troops who were defending the gentle slope were squatting in one row, standing in one row, and having sex... A dense volley shot hit the opponent's green camp soldiers flying in flesh and blood.

The bullets flew in the air and shot into the body and defeated them. The running green camp soldiers immediately fell into pieces. The soldiers who were lucky enough to escape the rain of bullets ushered in a white bayonet forest.

Pupp pupp pupp... A sound of bayonets entering the flesh, and the bloody smell in the air suddenly became thicker. The soldier with the knife in his chest held the enemy's rifle tightly with both hands, staring at the enemy opposite with hatred. "Damn foreign devil... Dog Tartar..." As he spoke, blood sprayed the enemy's face.

"Warriors, let them know what the real bayonet fighting is, and let these Asian monkeys know what courage is!" "Choose them to death... let this killing completely cut off the resistance of these slaves, so that they will not dare to face our noble Europeans in the next hundred years, two hundred years, or even a thousand years! The killing has begun..."

Accompanied by the officer's arrogant voice, the thunder suddenly came from the darkness in the west. In a short while, the thunder had been practiced into a film, and everyone heard it clearly. It was the sound of war horses trampling on the earth.

"Cabinets... The cavalry of the Dog Tartars, the gentle slope is prepared for the cavalry... These foreigners actually have a backup plan! Go up and fight with them..."

The battlefield has reached a point of 100,000 urgent. The sniper's bayonet battle is pushing from the south of the fort to the north, with hundreds of soldiers of the Manchu and Mongolian Eight Banners who are stubbornly resisting.

This group of Manchu and Mongolian soldiers also knew that the victory or defeat was at this line, and they also tried their best to block the sniper like a fly.

Ye Qiu's crotch was now completely wet. It wasn't the fear of peeing his pants. The wound on his butt had tortured him for more than half an hour. What he now relied on his will to perseverance.

"Add another move... Brothers, let's fight over the bayonets with those French devils and bombard all the flies blocking the road in front of me..." Ye Qiu's anxious nose and eyes smoked. He knew that with these untrained green camp soldiers who wanted to play these bayonets with the enemy, they would have no chance of winning.

Facts proved Ye Qiu's judgment. Now, there is a one-sided killing that has begun when the crowd is at the exit of the slope.

The performance of the Green Camp soldiers today is definitely the best in the past century. The crazy soldiers slapped up like waves, and then retreated, organized and then beat up, and then retreated. The Green Camp soldiers never thought that they would have such a brave day.

But none of them could have imagined that these French soldiers would be so powerful that they would be as strong as rocks. Everyone strictly observed the discipline of shooting and stabbing, and they were like emotional machines.

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