"No, no, the Second French Republic has reached its most critical moment. The German army has continuously broken through three lines of defense in Verdun, and General Niver is organizing the French army to defend the last line of defense."

"The expeditionary force from China was defeated, and the German army broke through two lines of defense guarded by the Chinese army like lightning."

The battle of Verdun soon appeared on the streets of Paris, the capital of the Second French Republic. The newspaper boys shouted hard, and the news sounded extremely frustrating.

"It's really damn, can't we really escape the fate of 1870?" An old French man who had experienced many vicissitudes sat on the street and cried in tears.

A middle-aged man shouted angrily, "I know that the Chinese who smoke opium are unreliable. What's the use of many people? Armed with them is not as good as arming the indigenous people in Africa. The government's people are really stupid. Now France is going to be finished. We have worked hard for more than three years. We can't eat enough and don't wear warm clothes. What's the point of doing."

All kinds of discussions filled the streets and alleys. The French, who usually see Chinese workers, are more indifferent now. Even if the Chinese workers don’t care about the current situation, they can’t help but start inquiring about the news: “What’s wrong with our army.”

No one can tell what's going on.

Neither the French nor the German army could explain it clearly. This was a strange moment, at least that was what the German Chief of Staff Marshal Hindenburg thought.

"You idiots, do you think that cannons can bombard all the Chinese army alone, or do you think that 200,000 people can be hidden in the little place of Fort Wo, these Chinese people have voluntarily given up their defense line. This is not to be discussed. There are only two things you really need to care about. The first is to expand our results, and the second is to find me where these Chinese who cannot fight will sneak away."

Although he despises the Chinese, this does not mean that Marshal Hindenburg would take it for granted that the Chinese were defeated. He began to think of a serious problem. Since the Chinese could have the ability to block the German army in Worthburg, they would definitely have the ability to block the German army in other areas. But they did not do this, so there was only one explanation, and these Chinese people had other plans.

So what are the plans of these Chinese people? Could it be to dig a hole in the ground, hide in like a groundhog, and then wait for their troops to retreat before coming out, Marshal Hindenburg fell into deep thoughts.

In the coalition headquarters, Marshal Fuxi was no longer sure how many times it was asking the damn Chinese guy what he wanted to do.

The air force's reconnaissance planes risked being killed by the Luftwaffe and flew to the front line. According to the results of their reconnaissance, the Chinese army was still resisting near Fort Woborg and Fort Adere, and the German offensive was also very fierce.

The 6th Division of the Expeditionary Force, where Zhang Zizhong was the division commander, was the only unit in the entire expeditionary force that directly experienced seven-hour heavy artillery bombardment. This was also the capital that many officers and soldiers of the 6th Division could still boast about their capital for many years after retirement. However, at that time, every officer and soldier in the anti-aircraft cave and bunker would feel extremely uncomfortable. The four commanders of the 6th Division were Colonel Xue Yue, Chief of Staff and Commander of the 61st Regiment, Colonel Wang Mingzhang, Commander of the 62nd Regiment, Colonel Lu Han, Commander of the 63rd Regiment, and Colonel Zhang Zhizhong, Commander of the 64th Regiment. At present, these four were all pressing into their respective regiment headquarters. Zhang Zizhong and the four battalions directly under the division headquarters were all in the division headquarters of Fort Wo, feeling the earth-shaking artillery attack. Basically, for seven hours, no one should expect a little peace. A huge explosion sounded above his head, and the soldiers stationed on the front line felt more obvious, as if they had been hit. Almost everyone was praying to the gods and Buddhas in the sky to bless themselves, and the German shells could turn around when they saw the bunkers and bunkers they were in. In the words of the officers, as long as the bunkers and bunkers were not hit directly, everyone would be safe. After all, is the entire position that wide? So before the shelling began, Wang Mingzhang, the commander of the 62nd Regiment, fucked his Sichuan accent, said, "What are you afraid of? Who would be so verbally verb?"

After all, the probability of being hit directly is said to be one in ten thousand, but after the shelling took place for an hour, Wang Mingzhang, who estimated the number of shells, dared not be careless anymore. "Ge, the German shells are all worthless. In Sichuan, if the Beiyang Army had such fierce firepower, what else would I have to ask for Yuan."

At this moment, no matter whether it is courage or coward, it has no effect. The only choice that everyone, whether it is a warrior or a coward, can make at this moment, is to cover their ears tightly, shrink their bodies in the hiding hole, and pray that time will pass faster.

The German army was only more than 300 meters closest to the hiding place of the Chinese European Expeditionary Force assault troops. The clever disguise made these Chinese Expeditionary Force soldiers not discovered by the rigorous Germans. The German General Staff subsequently urged various departments to advance greatly increased the success of the Expeditionary Force assault operations.

However, at this time, Bai Chongxi summoned two middle and lower-level officers, Li Dachao and Guo Meng.

"Li Dachao, Guo Meng" was not polite to these two old subordinates Bai Chongxi, so he called him directly.

"Here" Li Dachao, who was cynical, looked smiling, and Guo Meng, who was serious, all saw everyone owing money, were extremely serious at this moment, holding his chest straight and abdomen tightened his abdomen to wait for the instructions of General Bai Chongxi, the highest commander of the Expeditionary Force.

"This 100,000-man assault operation is an unprecedented action of our army. I want to emphasize here that what I want is not to fight all the way, but the result is likely to be annihilated. What I want is to moisten things silently and quietly intersperse behind the Germans, and achieve sudden tactics. And all this is to ask you two guys. From here to the Lorraine area, I need my reconnaissance forces to play a world-class level and find out the deployment of the Germans on every road. I hope that my army can advance to Lorraine without a single shot."

Li Dachao glanced at Guo Meng, who was expressionless, and stood attentively and shouted: "I understand that the Special Service Battalion of the First Division belongs to the First Division guarantees the completion of the reconnaissance mission."

Bai Chongxi nodded with satisfaction: "One hundred thousand people began to intersperse in such a narrow area, no matter how careful they would collide with the Germans, so my plan is to divide the troops into two groups, so the possibility of success is higher. You and Guo Meng are the two battalions of the two groups of troops respectively. I ask you to do your best to open up a path for the entire army,."

Less than 20 kilometers away from Bai Chongxi, General Nevel, the commander of the French Verdun Army, was cursing Bai Chongxi loudly. He was almost mad. The world was not so playful. Originally, he finally convinced the British Prime Minister and the French Prime Minister to plan a full-scale counterattack in the Verdun region. As a result, because of the arrival of this Chinese expeditionary force, I don’t know what the situation was. Beta and Fuxi, who had always disagreements, joined forces to reject their plans. Even if French Prime Minister Crymenceau personally intervened, it would be useless. Well, Nevel had to postpone the embrace of his beloved marshal and silently changed from a commander of a battle to a commander of the war zone army. As a result, something even more tragic happened. When he adjusted the entire Verdun defense line with the idea of ​​treating the Chinese as cannon fodder. Later, the Chinese lost their positions so quickly in the face of the German offensive. God, these damn Chinese were armed according to the standard configuration of the British and French Army. Those 105-caliber howitzers alone would not make the Germans come so easy. Now, he brought more than 200,000 French troops to guard the last line of defense in the entire Verdun region. I don’t know when the German hammer would be smashed without hesitation. What’s worse is that although there were hundreds of thousands of French troops less than a hundred kilometers away from here, it would still take several days to fully drive the army. This is really a tragedy. Nevel looked at the cold sky and the vast drizzle, and he suddenly hoped that God would bring a heavy rain, lightning and thunder, and kill himself and the damn Chinese.

God seemed to hear General Nivel's prayer, so on the night of May 15, just as the German army was about to attack the last line of defense of the French army, a thunderstorm fell, and the trench was immediately filled with mud and water, and the roaring lightning reflected on everyone's pale face seemed even more strange. However, God obviously only planned to satisfy the first half of Nivel's prayer, because from beginning to end, no damn Chinese was struck to death by lightning.

The road after the rain became muddy, and the German army's follow-up troops were asked to rest on the spot due to insufficient supplies, and no longer had to rush forward wildly. On this quiet rainy night, the army wearing steel helmets and raincoats were advancing on the muddy road with waterproof boots, and heading towards the heart of the German army,.

The most magical, exciting and largest surprise attack in the history of World War I, Bai Chongxi's iron fist, began without hesitation,.

Although Marshal Bai Chongxi's final outcome was not satisfactory, it did not detriment to him to become one of the greatest military strategists of mankind in the 20th century. In the world's military history, he left an indelible mark, and he even influenced the entire world's pattern, - "Military History of the 20th Century", author of the four-star American general, Powell.
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