Chen Congyun Yijie's white-collar worker, although he has exercised a lot, he still has no choice but to compete with these country men.

"Please leave it to me, you are going to rebel." Chen Congyun shouted in a panic, and the two of them just refused to let go. The four hundred regiments had already rushed out, and Chen Congyun stomped his feet in a hurry, almost cursing.

"Sheng Xiaoqi, are you so damn? You're still here to help me?" Chen Congyun shouted at the top of his throat, and then Sheng Xiaoqi was shouting aggrievedly: "Master, I want to pass by."

Chen Congyun looked at it and said, "Okay, Sheng Xiaoqi also asked the two soldiers to hold it down."

"Sir, don't be angry. When Brother Yaozu left, he told us that we must not let the adults rush out." A soldier of seventeen or eighteen years old, Honglian explained embarrassedly.

"You Li Yaozu, I actually made me do something and I can't spare you when I come back." Chen Congyun cursed, but there was no way. The two young soldiers rushed out almost 150 meters before letting go. At this time, there were already a shout of killing on the hillside.

Seeing that Chen Congyun had succeeded in the sneak attack, Yang Yuke immediately pulled out his big sword from his waist and jumped to a high place and roared: "Brothers, follow us to kill the foreign devils."

After shouting, Yang Yuke was the first to rush out. More than a thousand soldiers on the position picked up the guys and rushed down the position.

The French army, which was attacked from the front and back, had no idea how many people and horses were behind them, and they were suddenly in chaos. A counterattack on the mountain instantly plunged into the French army like a sharp knife, causing a huge upside down.

"Dog Damn Li Yaozu, sooner or later, I want you to look good." Chen Congyun cursed and walked out of the ambushed jungle quickly. There was no way. The two soldiers followed like shadows, and they wanted to run fast and didn't agree at all.

The two armies were fighting together, and Nicolli was so angry that he jumped straight into the foot. He was afraid of hurting his people and did not dare to order artillery bombardment. He had to urgently ask a regiment reserve team to quickly reinforce. Unfortunately, the far water could no longer save the near fire. He could only watch his soldiers, chased by the Qing army dogs and ran around like rabbits.

At the beginning of the hand-to-hand combat, the Longzhou regiment's fierce training was revealed. Everyone had an elbow machete, and there was a wooden handle with an arm-long arm behind it. It was so quick to cut people up. Whenever the sword fell, the French army screamed in pain, either cutting their hands or cutting their feet, falling to the ground and howls.

In just twenty minutes, most of the 1,000 French troops were killed and injured, and only more than 400 people fled back in a panic, and almost all were injured. In this battle, Yang Yuke and Shen Congyun fought a beautiful battle.

The same trick can only be used once. After Chen Congyun and Yang Yuke met, they quickly retreated to the top of the mountain. Before the soldiers could take a breath, the French artillery shells fell down like rain.

Chen Congyun remembered that Yang Yuke was killed by a cannon and hurriedly pulled Yang Yuke to hide behind the safe mountain. The French retaliatory shelling lasted for more than half an hour and gradually stopped. The shelling stopped, but the charge of the French army did not appear. It must have suffered a great loss and was unable to recover for a while.

Sure enough, Nicolli had three thousand men and horses, but they didn't hurt two hundred in the morning. Now, they died more than five hundred at a time. If the battle continues like this, Poly, the commander-in-chief of the Far East Army, will also shoot him. The French army came from afar, and the soldiers were precious. In addition, the domestic people have rebounded very strongly against the long-term war, and some dissatisfied people have begun to march and cause trouble.

The French army shelled and saw that Yang Yuke was fine, Chen Congyun felt much more at ease. The French army, which suffered severe damage, waited until dark until it was dark and did not launch a new attack. It only took five minutes to shell the enemy after an hour.

At this time, the total number of Qing troops on the position was less than 2,000. Compared with the strength of the enemy and us, the French army still had the advantage, not to mention that the training equipment of the French army was far stronger than that of the Qing army. This battle obviously had to continue to fight hard. After making do with something from Sheng Xiaoqi, Yang Yuke came here.

"Brother Zigui, the French will definitely not give up after suffering losses. Now we have only this little force, and I am worried that we can't defend it." Yang Yuke said worriedly, how could Chen Congyun not understand the current situation? Although he won in the afternoon, he had to count the casualties, and he suffered a great loss, especially when he was shooting against the French army.

"If you continue like this, it is definitely not a solution. You have to think of an idea." Chen Congyun also agreed, and Yang Yuke smiled and said, "There is one solution, but I don't know if I agree or not?"

Chen Congyun felt a conspiracy approaching again, and looked at Yang Yuke carefully and said, "Let's talk."

Yang Yuke smiled and said, "Brother wants to invite me, so I will go back to Zhennan Pass immediately, and then go to the veteran General Feng Zicai's office in person to bring in reinforcements to fight again."

"No, I can send anyone to it, I just won't leave." Chen Congyun refused, what a joke, thank you for your hard work, just don't let Yang Yuke ask the French to kill the shells. Now he is going to leave with no windows, let alone the door.

Seeing that Chen Congyun could not be persuaded, Yang Yuke had no choice but to ask his men to ask reinforcements. He would just let it go if he persuaded Chen Congyun to leave.

In the middle of the night, a sudden violent roar alarmed Shen Congyun on the position. Somewhere in the distance in the darkness, explosions were endless, and the fire was clearly visible.

Chen Congyun guessed that this was a good thing Li Yaozu did, and couldn't help but waved his fists excitedly and shouted: "Li Yaozu, you are a goddamn, you're doing a pretty job."

The explosion alarmed Yang Yuke. He thought something was wrong, but when he saw that it was quiet in front of the position, it was very lively in the distance. He didn't know what happened. Yang Yuke found Chen Congyun and saw Chen Congyun dancing, he knew that this matter had nothing to do with Shen Congyun.

The explosion came from the French artillery positions, which were from Li Yaozu's masterpiece.

Li Yaozu led his troops to find the French artillery position. In the afternoon, the French army continued to retaliately bombard the Qing army, which just pointed out the direction for Li Yaozu. In the evening, Li Yaozu touched a small hill and heard the rumbling of cannons in front. Looking down, the French artillery position with more than 40 cannons was just below the hillside.

Li Yaozu immediately sent someone to touch it quietly to see the situation. He learned that there were at least two hundred French troops guarding the artillery position, and there were a hundred people around him. Li Yaozu did not dare to act rashly and ordered his subordinates to rest in a hidden place.

In the middle of the night, Li Yaozu and his men quietly touched it. After killing a few sentries, they led their troops to enter the enemy camp. The French army caught him off guard and let Li Yaozu's men detonate shells, blow up some cannons and then left.

After successfully attacking, Li Yaozu was not interested in fighting and led his men into the jungle to run away. The French army was okay to fight positions, but in terms of his ability to wander in the mountains, he could not catch up with these group trainees who grew up in the valley, so he could only sigh to Lin Xing.

This sneak attack killed and injured more than 30 French troops, detonated more than 1,000 artillery shells, and exploded twenty-two cannons.

The wind rustled with leaves, and a group of people appeared and disappeared in the jungle. It was Li Yaozu who led his troops back. Seeing that the sky was getting brighter, the guide at the foot of a mountain said that he could return to Wenyuan's position by climbing over another mountain. Li Yaozu ordered his men to take a break, eat something and drink some water, and then go on the road.

Li Yaozu counted the number of people, and fought in the darkness, and then ordered a retreat. Not to mention the sacrifice, many brothers ran away. Now there are only a few more than fifty people around Li Yaozu. Li Yaozu, who was on the battlefield for the first time, was also a little scared at the beginning, but when he saw brothers lying around him, his fear disappeared, and instead he was angry with red eyes.

It was getting dark, and the mountains in the distance were shrouded in layers of fog. Li Yaozu ordered: "Continue to move forward."

A group of people marched in the fog for two hours, and finally got around to the foot of the mountain between the Qing army and the French army positions. Li Yaozu was happy and was thinking about how to express his merits in front of him when he went back. He never thought that the sound of partridges with three long and two short suddenly came from the front. This was a signal sent back by the soldiers of the outpost, and his expression was inconsistent.

"What's going on?" Li Yaozu touched the front, and the guide who led the way was lying on the ground and listening carefully with his ears.

"Brother Yaozu, there are many people in front of him." After the guide stood up, he hurriedly said to Li Yaozu.

"Tell your brothers not to move, and you can touch me and see the situation." Li Yaozu said, and with two outpost soldiers, he quietly touched the front, spreading the dense bushes, and when he saw a scene a hundred meters away, he couldn't help but whisper: "Don't you, the Frenchman is so sinister."

In the fog, the dense French troops were vaguely seeing, quietly touching the Qing army's positions.

"Let all the brothers come up." Li Yaozu ordered, and soon more than fifty people came up.

"Everyone listened, followed quietly, fucked the Frenchman from behind, and each person only fired two shots, and then ran away."

It turned out that after hearing last night that the artillery position was taken, Nicolli was so angry that he almost vomited blood. Twenty-two cannons were blown up, and more than a thousand shells were transported up very hard. Now all are gone. Without shells, the cannons became decorations. Without artillery, the attack power of the French army was greatly weakened.
Chapter completed!