He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was half past one in the morning.

"Company Commander, we have figured it out. The other side is not French!" Hugjiril grabbed a guy whose face was covered in blood and was as sleepy as a rice dumpling and threw it in front of Bayan.

"Not a Frenchman?" Huugjiril quickly asked someone to turn on the lantern, picked up a rag, spat twice and wiped the guy's face.

He has yellow hair, blue eyes, and his skin is very dirty, but the areas he wipes clean are still quite white.

"How do you know he's not French?" Bayan raised his head and looked at Hugjiril.

"The tongue-talker doesn't know what he's talking about." Hugjirel quickly pulled a tongue-talker over.

"Aren't you really speaking in French?" Bayan glanced at the prisoner and then at the tongue-taker.

He still couldn't tell whether the guy in front of him was French or not.

"I really don't understand. I have collected red wine with my boss several times in Bordeaux. I can tell if he is speaking French."

The tongue-tied man beats his chest and swears!

"Then what country is he from?" He was not French, so Bayan felt a little confused.

"I don't understand, it's not French anyway. It doesn't sound like British either!"

"Forget it!

It doesn’t matter which country is responsible. Go and tell the camp. The person in front of us is not a Frenchman!

Have you figured out where the firepower is?"

The fighting will start in half an hour. This is the last fire reconnaissance before the war. At this time, we have to fight no matter what.

"Looking carefully, there are only two Maxims and three light machine guns. It's less than the French ones!"

"Then maybe he's not French."

If the speaker may have misheard, but is not equipped correctly, this is a problem.

The most likely possibility is that during the four hours between eight o'clock and before twelve o'clock in the evening, the French changed their defense. As for which Chinese they replaced... I don't know yet.

"How to fix it!"

"How else can we do it? If we're not French, why don't we do it?"

"What a bastard, fuck him!"

"Company commander, fix it!"

After fighting many blocking battles, the soldiers are full of energy. Tonight, the regiment will cooperate with the brothers to fight a battle of annihilation. Everyone is very excited.

The correspondent came back soon, and the order from the battalion was that no matter who was on the other side, it would be the same.

At 1:50, Bayan waved his hand and a group of men came out of the trench and began crawling in the dark night.

The Bayan snake crawls close to the ground, and from time to time it has to lie down on the ground to avoid the flares rising into the sky.

It was very dark, and the interval between flares had already been calculated, one every fifteen minutes.

The sentries on the opposite side were very vigilant. When Bayan and the others reached the front line, they actually hid in the trench and warmed themselves up.

Such a thing would never happen in the Ming army.

Even though we were in a trench, the firelight at night was still the best shell attractor.

If you attract the enemy's 80mm mortar's attention, you're not far away from being killed.

No heavy mortars were used this time. This area had just been plowed by the battalion two hours ago.

Most of the landmines were detonated, and many temporary bunkers were overturned.

Several bombed fortifications are still burning!

It was too close to the front, and Bayan didn't dare to climb up any further.

The brothers in front have climbed to the vicinity of the trench.

Against the background of the flames, Bayan saw a man suddenly jump up next to the sentry, with a dagger pierced into the back of his head and out of his mouth.

The person was thrown directly into the fire, and the burning person jumped up from the fire with "woo" and "woo" sounds from his mouth.

As a result, another soldier stabbed him in the chest with a bayonet and pinned him directly to the edge of the trench.

"Pa...!" A gunshot broke the silent battlefield.

It should be that the brother troops were discovered by the enemy's sentry!

The battlefield suddenly became as lively as a boiling pot, with Maxim and light machine guns firing in all directions.

Within two minutes, mortars also began to hit randomly.

A bullet flew over the top of Bayan's head, and Bayan quickly covered his helmet tightly.

"Hold!"

Taking advantage of the enemy's confusion, the soldiers rushed into the enemy's trenches like leopards.

The sound of grenades exploding came one after another, and the sound of gunfire was as loud as exploding beans.

The domineering sound of the Aka rifle was mixed with the sounds of the enemy's single-shot rifles, mortars, and light and heavy machine guns.

In comparison, the human screams seemed a bit discordant.

But the screams still sounded one after another, and Bayan saw with his own eyes that his soldiers were beaten to pieces by Maxim.

Some people were hit by mortars and blasted into the air three to four meters high.

Someone stepped on a landmine and one leg turned into blood mist.

Although he has long been accustomed to the tragic scenes of war, Bayan still cannot bear to see his brothers being killed or injured.

As soon as his body rolled, Bayan rolled into the trench. Before he could stand upright, he threw a grenade into the artillery hole not far away.

"Boom!" The shrapnel closed half of an arm, a hand, and half of the head flew out.

Bayan was also surprised that the grenade could explode to such effect.

There was no time to observe the results of the battle, so we just looked at the trenches.

When it comes to digging trenches, the French are a bit careless.

The trenches of the Ming Dynasty were all twists and turns. But the French were straight-laced and dug their trenches in a straight line, with only a turn thirty or forty meters away.

Bayan didn't even look to see if there was anyone there, so he started to set fire to the trenches.

In the darkness, a few unlucky ones who had just escaped from the cave were hit.

Anyway, there were several screams coming.

At this time, the advantage of the Aka rifle's continuous fire was shown, and a few bullets were fired out.

Bayan fell to the ground and rolled to the corner to change the magazine.

The bullets on his head flew "swish" and "swish". From time to time, bullets hit the trench wall, and dust hit Bayan's head.

Bayan huddled in a shell-proof cave, hugging a gun here and a gun there.

Anyway, as long as you are in the trench, you are not guaranteed to be hugged. The one who can't be hit depends on Bayan's luck, and the bad character of the unlucky guy.

Each squad and platoon killed the firepower points according to the pre-planned plan, and then drove away the enemy troops like wolves chasing sheep.

As soon as the fight started here, the fight also started in the front.

The battlefield presents a huge inverted triangle, which Bayan and his group are sealing.

It is necessary to prevent the enemy troops in the front from escaping, and to prevent the enemy troops from behind from reinforcing.

Li Yuan held a telescope and followed the troops to check.

The constant heavy artillery fire coming down from behind made one's scalp numb just by the sound.

This is a heavy artillery of over 150 mm, and it is probably the legendary train gun. It seems that for this attack, the Ming army even revealed their wealth.

The French army, which was still attacking during the day, receded like a tide.

Unfortunately, their retreat has been cut off by the Ming army.

The bullets from both sides were like firecrackers set off on the night of the 1930s, and the French could not get close to their position.

But behind them, the Ming army from another regiment was frantically chasing them.

The French army is like the meat in a roujiamo, and Li Yuan's camp is also a piece of meat.

They were also attacked from both sides by the enemy!

The enemy's reinforcements were very strong, probably because they wanted to rescue their surrounded troops.

Suddenly there were many shooting stars in the sky.

These meteors shone brightly in the night sky, flying towards the reinforcements trying to rescue the besieged French army.

"Bazooka! Get down! Get down!"

Li Yuan shouted loudly, then held down his correspondent and squatted on the ground.

I felt a hot wind blowing violently over me, and the scorching hot air made me breathless.
To be continued...