"The combat effectiveness of an infantry battalion?"

Yu Lingdong's smile, which had been reluctantly, suddenly pulled down. The blue veins on his forehead flew up and repeated in pain: "The combat power of an infantry battalion!"

"Yes, an ordinary infantry battalion!" Zhou Xiuying ruthlessly mocked the cadres of the reserve infantry regiment: "I think there should be no problem. I brought two cavalry companies here myself."

He brought two cavalry companies over, so he had the combat effectiveness of an infantry battalion. The cadres of the reserve infantry regiment present looked extremely angry on their faces, and some officers simply sobbed in a low voice.

The reserve infantry regiment did not receive priority in personnel and weapons after the Battle of Fengjing Town, but after all, it was reduced by an infantry brigade. In the entire Hongjun, it was the most powerful infantry regiment. Even the old Dragon Spear regiment, the First Regiment of the First Division, was not as qualified as their regiment.

Zhou Xiuying's ridicule was still echoing in his ears. Some officers even rubbed his angry fists over Zhou Xiuying's hairline and protested loudly: "We are the reserve infantry regiment, not the reserve infantry battalion!"

Zhou Xiuying answered bluntly: "When I was in the headquarters, although His Highness Yan had some confidence in you, the cadres present all believed that if you could exert the combat effectiveness of an infantry battalion, it would lay the foundation for the entire battle."

"Give us a chance! Let us prove our own combat effectiveness!" An officer said with tears: "Give us a chance!"

Zhou Xiuying's tone was still so cold: "One chance? This is the last chance. If you can't prove yourself, you may not even have a reserve infantry company."

Such words made everyone feel that their blood was rippling and they wanted to find someone to fight one, but they wanted to hold back the tone in their hearts. Yu Lingdong unbuttoned Feng Jikuo and announced loudly: "Brave Commander Zhou said that His Highness Yan has confidence in us, that's enough!"

This restored a lot of confidence to the officers present. The next moment Yu Lingdong simply unbuttoned all the buttons, and he said firmly: "Then let us start with an infantry battalion. I have nothing to say. I personally command the battle of the vanguard battalion. The battalion commander of the vanguard battalion went down to the company, and the deputy battalion commander led the vanguard platoon. If I retreat, you will kill my head!"

"If you retreat, I don't have to cut your head. The battalion commander will be shaken and the deputy battalion commander will be dealt with. The deputy battalion commander will be shaken and the company commander will come! The company commander cannot do it, and the deputy company commander will enforce the military law. Our reserve infantry regiment group has reached a time when we cannot retreat!"

His eyes were filled with tears: "This is our last chance to move forward! Go forward! Go forward!"

The entire reserve infantry regiment has become high morale because of Yu Lingdong's roar. They clearly know that this is indeed the last opportunity for the reserve infantry regiment.

Only advance, no retreat. Even if you take a step back.

...

"Brave Commander Bao, let us hand over the next task to our Land Team!"

Fu Wendao refused Bao Meiying's request to participate in the assault together without mercy: "This will be a life-and-death battle, and it is not suitable for you. Just leave it to me and Lao Shi's two barbarians!"

"Thank you!" Bao Meiying said bluntly: "I will bring my own guard company with you. Your troops are too thin and not suitable for ** to undertake such a task."

That's what she said, but Bao Meiying knew clearly in her heart that the reason why she wanted to participate in this adventure was just for her own little personality.

She had to go. A few months ago, when she was facing an entire French infantry division attack in Suzhou Prefecture with only four infantry battalions, Liu Changfen took only one infantry battalion and rushed hundreds of miles from Hangzhou to rescue the Mengtuo team.

But now Liu Chang is facing the biggest crisis in history. How could she stay in Suzhou to participate in these irrelevant battles? She must go to Jiaxing, fight with Liu Chang, share the same breath and destiny, and be willing to die.

"But it is also very important to clean up the remaining Qing demons and Fayi!" Shi Tuiji changed his statement to persuade the too young girl: "It's very important, and there are those Russian garrisons."

Bao Meiying shook firmly: "It is enough to leave these things to Mr. Yucun and Deputy Commander Jin Peilun. Your Land War Group is under my command, so please obey the order!"

"Abide by the order!" The next moment, Bao Meiying's tone was cold: "Do you want to disobey the military order?"

"But!" Fu Wendao couldn't help but blurted out: "This is too dangerous!"

"Nothing but!" Bao Meiying said bluntly: "I will lead you to create miracles. Captain Fu, let's go!"

Fu Wendao could only lower his head helplessly, while Bao Meiying's back was covered in sweat.

This is the biggest bet and adventure in the history of the Hongjun Army. It is an extremely crazy military operation. Every soldier who participated in the battle risked his life-threatening death.

As long as this operation is successful, it can completely change the power balance of the entire Jiaxing battlefield and cut off at least one hand of the Mengtuo team!

Bao Meiying felt deeply satisfied.

...

The battle on this day became particularly bloody from the dawn. The French army concentrated their artillery and instantly projected tons of steel and gunpowder on Zheng Fengxing's position. The next battle was related to the barrels of plasma.

As the Mentoban predicted, the scale of this battle was no longer limited to the first-level infantry confrontation, but immediately turned into a regiment-battalion-level collision. Figures in blue uniforms and grass-green uniforms continued to appear on the battlefield, and then fell down in the rain of bullets.

The cavalry of the Hong Army even rushed out under the volley of artillery to interfere with the French infantry's assault operations. They could no longer distinguish the front and rear. The artillery of the Hong Army even had to personally use bayonets to repel the rushing enemy infantry, and then began to fire at the dense French army-shaped fire.

"Tell ** battalion that I need a reinforcement platoon! I need a reinforcement platoon!"

Zheng Fengxing, the leading infantry company commander of the First Division, has now put down his usual pride. He shouted: "Tell Battalion Commander Xu that he will at least give me a reinforced platoon, otherwise there will be a risk of breaking through the front..."

He was surrounded by fallen corpses and seriously wounded. His troops had already repelled the French army's four charges with bayonets, but the French army launched the fifth charge, and they rushed up again while stepping on the corpses.

The second battalion of the Zhejiang ** Regiment sent a reinforced platoon to support Zheng Fengxing, but the reinforced platoon was exhausted in less than a quarter of an hour before it was put into the battlefield. Now there are less than a hundred people who can continue to fight on the position. Zheng Fengxing held a sword in one hand and ordered: "Stick it for another fifteen minutes. This is the position of our First Division. It will never be allowed to be taken away by the enemy. Tell Battalion Commander Xu and give me another reinforced platoon!"

There was no sign of reinforcements at all. There were fewer and fewer people on the position. Even the twelve-pound mountain grenades that stopped shooting from time to time turned into a pool of blood, which made the French offensive bold. At first glance, they were all figures wearing blue military uniforms.

Zheng Fengxing knew the importance of his position. Although the Second Battalion of the ** Regiment was fighting fiercely on both wings and the rear, as long as his defense line was broken, the entire Hongjun front line would have the possibility of collapse: "Communication Soldiers, send another Communication Sold to the ** Battalion, we need reinforcements!"

As he was talking, a figure with grass green on the other side had already rushed over from behind: "Company Commander, Battalion Commander Xu also suffered several attacks from Yi soldiers. The pressure was not less than that of us, but they had already transferred two squads to come..."

"Two classes can do nothing!" Xu Fengxing cursed: "It's better than nothing, we need support!"

The Mengtuoban looked at the battlefield entangled by white smoke in his binoculars. The casualties of the French army were much greater than he thought. Although he didn't know that the rainbow army in front of him was a top infantry reinforcement company in the entire First Division, and received support from multiple companies, and an infantry battalion was covering them near the battlefield, he also knew that if he continued to fight like this, the blood of the French army might flood the entire land.

"Let Colonel Yomi use all his strength. He is an infantry regiment commander, not an infantry battalion commander, use all his strength!" Mengtuoban waved his cane loudly: "Also, all troops will also speed up their actions!"

However, although the resistance encountered exceeded expectations, the ultimate winner in the Mengtuoban's heart was only himself. The Hongjun Army participated in the battle, and no more than two infantry battalions were more than two infantry battalions. Even though they used the terrain to build simple field fortifications, the Mengtuoban had thirteen infantry battalions and countless auxiliary combat units.

In such a tide, it was only time for the enemy troops in front of him to be eliminated. But when he just thought so, someone had already reported a huge bad news: "I found a large number of rebels heading north. Your Excellency, I found a large number of rebels heading north. They are about to meet with the enemy in front of him!"

It's really bad news. Mentoban knew that even if he came up, he was just an infantry company of the rebels, he would cause a lot of trouble for the next battle. Moreover, the report still used the number of "large", so the rebels going north should have at least half of the infantry battalion.

The Mengtuoban quickly suppressed this unhappy mood: "Find out the enemy's strength, and let Yomi move faster!"

Although he was urging, the Yomi Infantry Regiment could not take Xu Fengxing's position. Although Xu Fengxing only had sixty or seventy people left, he miraculously defended the position with the two infantry squads reinforced by the ** regiment and the good news that the reinforcements were coming.

Mengtuoban felt that it was necessary to increase the strength of Colonel Yomi. Just as he was thinking this, another cavalry rushed over and reported a huge good news: "We have confirmed that this enemy army heading north is a small foot regiment, an enemy's small foot regiment!"

In past battles, the French army also gave different nicknames to the various units of the Hong Army. The First Regiment of the Elephant was called "Dragon's Wrathful Claw" by the French Army, and the Reserve Infantry Regiment was given a nickname with a very shaped color: "Little Feet Women's Regiment."

PS: I have been relaxed for a long time, and today I still have only one update. I'm sorry, but I will definitely try my best to reply to the update speed (to be continued)
Chapter completed!