The history of human wars did not completely eliminate cold weapons when entering the age of hot weapons. Whether in the 19th World, later World War I, World War II, or even local conflicts after World War II, countries did not give up training in fighting techniques, especially bayonet fighting techniques.

Because all military strategists know that cold weapon fighting training includes hand-to-hand combat, this is the most important way to train soldiers. An ordinary citizen is upgraded to a veteran, and this kind of training is absolutely indispensable.

To put it simply, equipment training is just a game of "just-hands-only". If a blue-collar worker gives him a foreign gun, he might get a good result in half a day. Even if a young man farms on the farm, you let him play with a rifle for three days in a row and the bullets are open for supply, he can still be trained.

But we must remember that craftsmanship can be trained, how can people train their murderous aura? Since ancient times, the Chinese nation has been farming culture. For generations, ancestors have taught their descendants' life skills and principles of being a human being. The stories told by the old man with white beards on the fields and children are loyal ministers and filial sons, opera jokes, etc. The least they have to talk about some rules for farming, such as "planting melons and beans around Qingming Festival", and "swallows fly low in the snake's passage, and heavy rain comes in the blink of an eye".

Look, this is the cultural heritage of the Chinese. Have you never seen a white-bearded old man at the village head teaches murder skills with a group of children with open crotch pants?

"The bayonet was stabbed in his heart, and he had to stir it up before he could die soon... The knife must grind the blood groove, and it would not get stuck... The side of the neck is the large artery, and as long as the knife is cut, it will be useless..."

"I remember everything. If you don't have food, go and grab it. If you don't have a wife, go and grab it. If you dare to stop you, kill it with one knife. Whoever kills more is the most honorable person... That boy from the Li family is very ten years old and doesn't even dare to kill a cow. Let him kill someone to practice his courage tomorrow!"

Look, if someone around me educates children like this, the government will have to arrest people in less than three days. This is not like the children of the Eight Banners of Manchu and Mongolia. They heard the stories of Genghis Khan, Temujin and Nurhaci who were killed. They trained their children to scimitars and fight horses and kill people since childhood.

Killing aura is not innate, it must be cultivated after the acquired nature. When a person can stab a cold iron into someone else's body with a calm mind, and when he takes away a living life, his face is not changed and his heart is not beating, you don't know what kind of training he has received before this.

The army is a place where murderous aura is needed. It would be great if you dare not kill someone when you go to the battlefield. Therefore, even if Europe entered the era of popular firearms in advance, the assassination training has never stopped.

On the battlefield of Crimea, the British and French forces charged towards the Cossacks with bayonets in the roar of artillery; in the Battle of Sardova in the P-Austria War, millions of troops on the front dozens of kilometers of bullets and collided with bayonets; and the miracle of the stone bridge highlands, many times the most critical moments of the battle were the crisis that Xiao Letian rushed forward with a sword-drawing team and turned it around with bayonets and tooth swords.

No matter what era, even if we enter the era of interstellar war, the army that dares to fight hand-to-hand combat is more talented than those who only know how to operate equipment. This is the soul of the army that cannot be discarded easily.

The current battlefield situation once again proves Xiao Letian's point of view. If a soldier dares to fight in person, he is not a qualified soldier. The green camp soldiers have never received fighting training from the beginning, and they have little more murderous aura than ordinary people. Today, this is what made the snipers perform so well.

This kind of blood bravery is strong for a while, although it has strong explosive power but poor durability, and will become more and more brave when fighting with the wind. Once more people are killed by the situation, their morale will naturally collapse.

Listening to the sound of horse hooves getting closer and closer in the distance, the arrogant cavalry screamed in the night wind, adding more urgency to the battlefield. The defense of the turrets was not enough to block this gentle slope. If the horses were allowed to break in, the cavalry could completely stir the turrets upside down without the impact of the horses.

But who would have thought that these French soldiers were so tenacious. The Green Camp soldiers were far away and they didn't chase them, but they fired guns in a intensive manner. They rushed up and didn't hide. They just fought with bayonets like rocks. They fell down and left and added one. Isn't this bayonet defense line made of steel?

"Young and young men... rush again, let's rush again... When the cavalry comes up, no one can survive... fight with them..." The officers of the Green Camp military all shouted hoarsely, but everyone had already pounced on them seven or eight times in a row, and four or five hundred dead bodies were thrown down, and the fire in everyone's heart gradually weakened.

When Ye Qiu saw that this was OK, the chargers' feet became more and more scattered, and the weapons in their hands even trembled. They had already shown a sense of retreat in their eyes. Every soldier who had undergone harsh training was too unreliable.

"Roar over, rush over... You damn dogs, Tartars, all go to death..." Ye Qiu's bayonet flashed in his hand and killed another Eight Banners soldier, but the wall of people in front of him could not be broken through in a short while. He was really out of reach for the battle situation on the opposite side.

Ye Qiu didn't care much about it now. He took out a signal firework from his arms and wanted to crush the wax seal. As a result, Pang Chaoyun next to him grabbed his hand, "Are you crazy? The Special Administrative Region is already attacked from both sides, how can he still ask for help from them?"

The fireworks in Ye Qiu's hand were a signal of emergency seeking help. When they left the special zone and went to the fort for support, General Liu Lang personally stuffed them to him. The general also said, "I don't need to say how important the Dagukou fort is, the signal is a military order. As long as the signal lights up, I will personally lead the troops to support you..."

Ye Qiu really didn't want to take out this fireworks unless he had no choice but to the situation in front of him. "There is no way. If the Dagukou Fortress fails, we will be protected on three sides. The west is Mele's camp, the south is the artillery of the fortress, and the east is the French warships. We only have one north left, which is relatively safe... But there is a salt field over there, which is a Jedi!"

Ye Qiu was right. Since the French warships were blocked outside the special zone dock, everyone has fallen into a Jedi. In the past, they could not win and could escape by sea boat, but now they can only defend this road to death.

"Don't think about breaking through the north. The more you go north, the more it is the inherent territory of the Qing Dynasty. You can't go outside the pass, right? You either hold on or die together..."

After Ye Qiu said that, he crushed the wax seal hard, and a thin layer of yellow phosphorus burned in the wind. Soon, a bright signal flare soared into the sky and sent a final call for help to the Special Administrative Region.

"Brothers of the Green Camp... hold on for another half an hour, I, Ye Qiu, beg you to support you for half an hour, and our reinforcements will arrive within half an hour..."

Ye Qiu's roar shocked everyone, whether it was the French, the Eight Banners soldiers or the Green Camp Uprising Army, they were stunned at that moment.

The first person to react was the Eight Banners soldiers. They screamed and cursed, "Fuck, you can wait for death... Lord Meller and the warships on the sea have long surrounded the Special Administrative Region, so you can wait for death!"

"Hahaha...What a ridiculous joke. Under the fire of our French people, you want to spend an hour under the night and under the cover of artillery fire? Are you making me laugh?"

"Translation...tell these soldiers that their resistance has won the respect of the legal person, that they can surrender, and I exempt them from their death penalty..."

This is so arrogant and worthy of being the name of the No. 1 Army in the 19th century. A large number of people can choke to death by just talking about it.

The Green Camp soldiers really reached the critical point of collapse. They lived so big that they never thought they would encounter such a cruel war, neither physically nor mentally.

Now that they heard the promise of the French, they did not kill prisoners, and actually gave the green camp soldiers present hope to survive. At that moment, at least half of the soldiers' eyes became even hesitant.

Pang Chaoyun felt this atmosphere keenly. He suddenly pulled out the bayonet, raised his left hand high and exhausted the air in his lungs and shouted, "Brothers in the Green Camp... Listen to me... Listen to my last words!"

"Brothers have all come to this point. If you retreat, all your previous efforts will be wasted. Even if the Qing Demon doesn't kill you, what else can you do in the Qing Dynasty? All answer me..."

"I, Pang Chaoyun, cut off my fingers and surrender to the sky today... I swear with my life... I will not be able to kill myself in front of you within half an hour... And you can leave here at will, and we will never stop you again..."

"Brothers, let's believe that we will be the last half hour...the last half hour!"

Pang Chaoyun's roar shook the entire turret. The sharp bayonet was stuck between the ring finger and the little finger, and blood had already pierced from the blade.

"No... Lao Pang, you're crazy..." Ye Qiu subconsciously wanted to snatch it, but Pang Chaoyun's bayonet had already started to move. He dragged it down hard, and a string of blood beads ejected out.

"Well..." With a muffled groan, Pang Chaoyun's face turned pale. He flipped his right hand and grabbed the broken finger and raised it above his head.

"I cut off my finger and swear to the sky... I only hope that you will have half an hour. If you regret it, let me fight the sky with thunder!"

This is an unimaginable scene, and it is a scene that everyone present will never forget. No one expected that this group of new troops would be so cruel, and that the cut-off of their fingers inspires morale.

"Forget it, forgot... Just stay here for more than a hundred pounds... Grandpa, I will be kicking the hero in my life. I will never regret it if I die... There are eggs in my crotch. I will rush over and smash it with my life to smash it open... "

Blood! Only blood! Only blood on the battlefield can inspire more blood! On the battlefield of the yang and the tough, there is never a shortage of good men who sacrifice their lives. All they need is a reason, a reason that can make them die calmly!

Great! New army! Great! Our soldier king!

I don’t know who was the first one, but a low song rang out from the sniper. It was a song that Xiao Letian once taught them, a military song that no one dared to sing on the land of the Qing Dynasty.

"I am a tiger going up the mountain, a dragon going down the sea, and I am a great hero on earth! I waved my hand to rain, I danced the wind, and watched my Chinese dragon rising in the east. After so many thunderstorms, how many winds have passed, after thousands of frosts, I have spent ten thousand winters, why are I afraid of wind, why are I afraid of rain, why are the mountains shaking and the earth shaking. If I shake the sky, its momentum can swallow a long rainbow... After the bloody wind, I have heard the sound of thunder and lightning, and have risen, but I am not moved by it, let the ups and downs, let the earth break through and the sky collapse, and always yearn for the red sun in the east..."

"I am a tiger going up the mountain, I am a dragon going down the sea, I am a great hero in the world! I waved my hand and started the rain, and I danced the wind to see my Chinese dragon rising from the east. The children of the Tianlong are united, and I don't believe in the quiet and quiet state of China. I am not in charge of the world. The mighty spirit is like a magnificent wave, with billions of dragon species surging, and there is my Chinese dragon in the wind and clouds... Although I have gone through hardships, although I have suffered, the dragon race still shows its majesty after hardships and pains. You feel extraordinary, and I feel extraordinary, and you and I only believe in the dragon race in your mind, glorious..."

This is the first time Xiao Letian's battle song has sounded on the land of the Qing Dynasty. This is the real roar of the hidden dragon!

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