"Yesterday, more than 800 people under Pan Shuai's troops volunteered to help. Once Wen Yuan did not defend, Zhennan Pass would be unable to support him. The subordinates were behind and listened to the rumbling of cannons in front of him. They really couldn't stay there. They led two battalions of troops to wait for General Yang to dispatch them." Chen Congyun was actually worried about Yang Yuke and used the excuse that he could not stay there.

Yang Yuke showed a honest smile and patted Chen Congyun's shoulder and said, "As soon as I saw that day, I knew that Lord Shen would never abandon me. Below is a rough man from the army and can't speak. I feel that he is very close to him. In the future, I don't call him General in the general. I can see Yang, how about the brothers?"

Chen Congyun smiled and bowed, "So, I'm climbing up. Brother Yang!"

"Haha, Brother Shen." Yang Yuke bowed and laughed. At this time, a sound of cannons sounded again, and the French attack began again.

A shell landed ten meters away. Yang Yuke pulled Chen Congyun and squatted down loudly: "Brother Shen, the terrain in this area is almost insignificant, and there are many people on it, but it cannot be expanded. What I mean, how about you lead your subordinates as a reserve team and be ready for reinforcements at any time?" Yang Yuke pulled Chen Congyun and squatted down loudly.

Chen Congyun thought about it. Since the Qing Dynasty, almost all foreign wars were at a disadvantage. The Qing army always suffered from artillery fire. Many people set up positions and targets were targets. So he nodded and agreed, "Okay, that's it. I brought another 500 quick guns and some bullets, so I'll send them to you."

Chen Congyun was an amateur when fighting, for fear that he would affect Yang Yuke's command and would continue consciously.

At the foot of the mountain, listening to the sound of guns and cannons on it, Chen Congyun's heart was like a cat scratching, and he was neither standing nor sitting. This attack by the French army lasted for two hours. Seeing that it was almost noon, Chen Congyun remembered that Yang Yuke died in the afternoon in history books, and his eyelids leaped violently. Seeing that the sound of guns and cannons gradually became sparse, he personally led a battalion of troops and brought the quick guns and bullets given to Yang Yuke's troops to the position.

As soon as I got to the position, I heard someone complaining from a distance: "Grandma, this place in Vietnam is too wet. When the shells were shot, many of them would not explode."

Chen Congyun looked at him in the voice, and it was Yang Yuke who spoke.

"Brother Yang, I'm here to help."

Yang Yuke looked up and saw Chen Congyun, and walked up to him and smiled, "I knew I couldn't stay below, and I came just in time. In the morning, more than half of the brothers on the position were killed or injured. The battle was too difficult."

When Chen Congyun saw that he had not even dug a trench on the position, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. If he had known this, it would be better to bring a little more shovel up.

In the telescope, the French army opposite had already started having lunch. Seeing that they would not continue to attack for a while, Yang Yuke pulled Chen Congyun around the position. When he came to the cannon, Yang Yuke couldn't help but say: "Grandma, the shells are not blown up, they are almost ready to be a decoration."

Chen Congyun went to the battlefield for the first time, and the modern war pattern was not clear. However, after looking at this circle, Chen Congyun found that there was a jungle at the foot of the mountain in front of the formation, which was suitable for concealment. He couldn't help but have a thought, and he grabbed Yang Yuke and said, "Brother Yang, I have an idea. Don't laugh at me when I say it."

"Brother Shen just say that."

Chen Congyun pointed to the jungle and said, "There are many French soldiers, and it is not a solution to be beaten so passively. That jungle can hide at least five or six hundred people. I have a Longzhou regiment under my command, all of whom are locals, and they are good at fighting in the mountains. Do you think I took the first battalion regiment to touch it while the French army was having lunch at noon, and when the French army attacked in the afternoon, I would give him a ruthless man from the side. How about it?"

When Yang Yuke heard this, he stared at the boss and laughed suddenly, "Okay, I'm a scholar, I'm a flexible mind. This is a good idea, I'll do it."

When Chen Congyun saw Yang Yuke agree, he thought to himself that this history would change due to my appearance? Yang Yuke might not die or not.

"So, I'll go down now and lead the troops to ambush over." After Chen Congyun said that, Yang Yuke knew that this was not the time to touch nonsense, so he didn't say much, so he told Chen Congyun to leave.

Chen Congyun was worried about the fact that Yang Yuke was hit by a cannonball in history and died for his country. He couldn't let it go, so he called a eldest husband and asked him to lead his subordinates to follow Yang Yuke at any time to protect Yang Yuke's safety, and then went down.

The Longzhou group training was gathered together and after announcing his feelings, the first battalion of Longzhou group training set off immediately. This showed that the advantages of these Longzhou group training came. Walking on the mountain road, it was as flexible as a group of monkeys.

Chen Congyun was so tired that he was almost lying down. The mountain road was too difficult to walk. After walking for half an hour, the road began to be difficult to walk. The dense weeds that were one person tall were covered with no way to walk. The soldiers in front pulled out a machete to open a temporary passage, and the team slowly touched forward.

At this time, the sound of cannons sounded again on the high ground, and the French attack began again.

Opposite the position was the headquarters of the French Second Brigade of Nicoli. After the attack in one morning, most of the Qing artillery shells did not explode, the French army suffered little casualties, and only a hundred people were injured.

Feeling that the sound of guns and cannons of the Qing army on the position gradually became sparse, and even the two armies were fighting each other many times, Nicolli judged that the Qing army was at the end of its strength. At most, it would take another fierce attack, and the Qing army could not stop it.

Three thousand French troops were full and drunk, and Nicolli ordered artillery fire. Forty cannons were bombarded violently for half an hour, a smoke filled the Qing army's positions, and only a few Qing troops were seen in the telescope.

"The Qing army is almost out of reach. Soldiers, drink the brandy in their hands and then rush to the position for me." One thousand French soldiers, with half a tank of brandy, had their hands, and they all started to rush up with a blushing face and thick neck.

When the French army began to charge, Chen Congyun finally appeared in the ambush jungle in time. He found a tree with more branches and thick branches to climb up, looked carefully with a telescope, and noticed the rough direction of the French artillery position. Chen Congyun slipped down the tree and called Li Yaozu and said, "Yaozu, bring a leader with a scepter, and touched it quietly along the foot of the mountain in the east, and found the French artillery position for me. When it was dark, touch it and hit him all over the family."

Li Yaozu nodded and responded viciously: "Don't worry, sir, I guarantee to get rid of the French cannon."

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On the front position, after Yang Yuke received reinforcements from Chen Congyun, all the remaining more than 1,000 people were replaced with quick guns, and the ammunition was sufficient. The only regret was that the cannons were not good, the shells were not well kept, and they were severely damp. Most of the shells fired were not bombed.

Yang Yuke, who was much more confident, ordered the French army to be pushed closer this time, and at the same time ordered the cannons to fire. Even if the shells were not blown up, it would be good to scare the French.

The roaring thousand French troops soon rushed to the positions on both sides one hundred meters away. Looking at the sporadic artillery fire in the telescope, Nicolli was in a good mood and felt that victory should be right in front of him.

On the position, the soldiers could already see the French soldiers' expressions without using a telescope. Their eyes were round, their faces were red, their necks were thick, and their mouths were whimpering.

"Open fire!"

At the command of Yang Yuke, 1,500 fast guns were fired together, and a burst of white smoke was suddenly covered with smoke on the position. It was said that I would like to thank these mountains in Vietnam. On such a complex terrain, the power of the cannons was weakened a little. The French army's half-hour preparation for artillery fire only caused dozens of casualties to Yang Yuke's troops.

Nicolli, opposite, had just put down his telescope, and saw a sudden burst of white smoke rising from the top of the mountain from afar. His heart beat violently. When he hurriedly picked up the telescope and looked at it, his neck was so thick that he was so angry that he was getting thicker.

On the position, the French army charged was beaten to howl. In the past, the French army still used dense formation charge as the main tactic, so that the maximum power of the rifle could be exerted. How could Nicolli know that during this lunch time, the Qing army equipment on the hill was almost all fast guns, and the number of people was close to 2,000. After one round of shooting, hundreds of French troops rushing in front fell down.

It took at least one hundred meters to run over and attack again. It took at least a second to run to the position, which was enough for the Qing army on the position to launch five rounds of intensive shooting.

During the position, the Qing army was bullets like rain. Facing the densely formed French army, two rounds of shooting, the French army fell down about 300 people. At this time, the French army that were charging noticed something was wrong and fired back. The two sides launched a round of shooting at a distance of about 80 meters.

The French army's foundation of the old-fashioned power was revealed at this time. He shot quickly and intensively. Even if he attacked from the back, he quickly tied with the Qing army on the position. The two sides formed a stalemate. The Qing army was constantly shot and fell to the ground. In a few minutes, the French army even had a slight advantage.

Shen Congyun, who was hiding in the jungle, saw that the Qing army was not taking advantage of the position, and saw that the French army's butt was right in front of him. What else could he be polite? He shouted: "Shoot."

The five hundred regiments hidden in the woods opened fire, and the French army was attacked behind them, and the formation was suddenly in chaos.

Shen Congyun picked up a bayonet rifle and turned around and shouted to the soldiers: "Brothers, follow me to kill the thieves."
Chapter completed!