"Stop, stop... Soldier, I order you to stop as a general, and you are not allowed to escape."

General Enzo pulled out his sharp command knife and stood by the river bank, ordering the French soldiers who fled to the other side to form a formation and shoot the pursuing enemies, covering the chaotic French soldiers in the stream landing.

It has to be said that the French foreign legion has strong combat effectiveness and strict discipline.

As General Enzo kicked and scolded, he quickly assembled a team of three or four hundred people, raised his gun and fired a volleyball gun at the chasing soldiers of the Vietnamese.

"Smack it..."

At this time, the soldiers of Yue who were pursuing the country had already chased after a distance of several 10 meters. Suddenly, they were baptized by gunfire and burst into blood mist. A large area of ​​them fell down, immediately disrupting the pursuit.

"Smack it..."

"Smack it..."

The remaining soldiers of the French foreign corps had extremely strong killing power in several rounds of gunfire. They were really stunned by the pursuit and dispersed in panic for a moment and retreated. Only then did someone remember to raise his gun and shoot back, and shoot at each other "crackling" through the red stream.

In just a few minutes of delay, another two or three thousand remaining soldiers escaped the stream, recovered a certain amount of combat effectiveness under the organization of the officers, and began to shoot against the pursuers through the stream, buying time for the remaining companions.

"General, don't fight again, run away quickly." Colonel Buffon ran over in a panic and grabbed General Enzo's arm and said.

General Enzo shook his arms angrily and cursed, "Let me go, you coward, go back and organize your troops to fight back. I will rely on the stream to teach them a lesson..."

"Stop talking about it, general, the enemy who surrounds upstream and downstream, will be surrounded if they don't leave."

"ah……"

General Enzo was just focusing on commanding the battle. Hearing this, he hurriedly looked up from side to side and looked, his face turned pale.

The Black Flag Army has crossed most of the river upstream, and downstream of the river, the elite Yue Kingdom First Division has at least one regiment of troops crossing the river, coming towards the middle.

Think about it

The two troops on the left and right wings were attacking along the stream, and the French foreign corps flew across the stream, so they naturally easily crossed the stream and chased, but General Enzo didn't pay attention.

"Oh God, we must turn in immediately..."

At this time, Colonel Buffon saw the enemy troops opposite the stream, and raised his guns in unison again. He was so scared that his soul was so great that he drifted behind General Enzo.

Almost as he flashed, a muffled sound of "Puff puff puff puff..." came, and large groups of blood mist emerged from the French soldiers' formation, and a piece of soldiers fell down.

Colonel Buffon was empty in front of him. He was startled to look at him and was startled. General Enzo's shaved general's uniform was chiseled with several blood holes, and blood was gusting out.

General Enzo looked at the sky weakly with his gray-blue eyes, and his throat was spitting blood foam, and he could no longer speak.

"God General, what else do you have?" Colonel Buffon reached out his ears in a fake manner and nodded, "Don't worry, I will follow your instructions and take the troops out of danger."

Then he quickly stood up and ordered, "Soldiers, I have obtained the authorization of the general to command this army. Now you need to stay and block the enemy, and win time for the main force to retreat, and the others will retreat with me."

A captain from the French Foreign Corps, who first occupied the shore and shot against the hostile shooting, was ordered to command less than 200 remaining people to stop the pursuers, and the others all followed Colonel Buffon to run towards the jungle in the distance.

From time to time, there were gunfire sounds behind him, knocking the fleeing French soldiers to the ground, rolling and groaning in pain.

The battle lasted for only about an hour, and a total of 7,200 soldiers from the French Foreign Corps, which claimed to be indestructible, were defeated.

Such a brilliant record greatly inspired the Vietnamese army.

It turned out that these ghost guys had both hands and feet, and also had a head on their shoulders. If they were shot, they would die. After the fear in their hearts dissipated, the soldiers became more and more confident and began to chase the French deserters all over the mountains.

You should know that there are rewards for beating or capturing white guys to death. One is 30 taels, doubled the lieutenant, doubled the school official, and doubled the price of the dead.

So the people running all over the mountains are not French soldiers, they are all money!

Especially the Black Flag Army is chasing the most. These mountain people in Guangxi are also afraid of being poor. How could they let go of the opportunity to make a lot of money?

He really let go of his feet and rushed forward with all his might. From time to time, he could see his companions ahead escorting the dejected French soldiers back, smiling from time to time.

That's anxious!

I really wish I could grow a hot wheel on my feet, and I rushed to the front.

The battle report came soon

This battle of Beixi Camp killed and wounded more than 2,400 French troops and captured more than 1,300 prisoners. In addition, the Black Flag Army has been chasing them crazy, and there are still reports of numbers of dead, wounded and prisoners.

There is no doubt that this is a complete victory.

In this battle, the Black Flag Army suffered the most casualties, with more than 3,700 casualties, and more than 1,650 deaths and injuries to the rest of the troops. 12 legal 75mm artillery pieces were seized, 4 heavy machine guns were cracked, and countless other military horses were obtained.

From this we can see that the combat effectiveness of the French foreign legion is indeed good.

The French commanders were too arrogant. I really didn't know whether they were stupid or out of the pride of French soldiers. They gave up sticking to the wooden camp and took the initiative to face the enemy. Even if the camp was bombed and broken, there was some kind of cover, which was much better than carrying bullets in the body.

Li Shuanzhu didn't care about the casualties of the army. The casualties of more than 5,000 people were fully affordable for the 40,000 army, and the poor mountain people in Guangxi had to be as many as possible and were not afraid of sacrifice.

This battle gave the entire army a shot of heart-boosting agent, which exuded the spirit and confidence that the officers and soldiers had lost, which was rare.

With just a few bloody battles, a strong army will be quickly brought up.

The first, second and third divisions of Yue Kingdom were soon ordered to return after chasing the stream. After a little rest and eating some dry food, they drove towards Hanoi in a hurry, preparing to continue to work hard to defeat the reinforcement enemy and enter Hanoi City.

The order came from the top;

If you enter Hanoi City, you will not seal your sword for three days, but you are not allowed to burn buildings, you are not allowed to kill Chinese people, and those who violate the order will be killed!

This order came, and the whole army was so excited that it was so thrilling that it rushed towards Hanoi with murderous intent.

Hanoi Direction

The reinforcements of the French army marched along the dirt road, and the long queue could not see the end at first sight. The French flag in the team fluttered high and had a very good morale.

These soldiers came for a short time for a month or two, and had grown for seven or eight months. They had already adapted to the hot climate of South Asia. In March, there were already high temperatures of 25 or 6 degrees, and the air was humid and stuffy.

Under the shade of the trees by the road

Lieutenant General Leo Fernandez, commander of the French Expeditionary Force, wore a straight general uniform and white gloves, and rode on a white pure-blooded Arabian horse without any colors. He took out his pocket watch impatiently and looked at it, saying, "It's really a god, our marching speed is still slow, and the battle ahead is going on tense. We continue our troops to assist."

"Dear Commander, our troops set off immediately after receiving the order. Now it has been... nearly three hours. After crossing the Qidaowan area ahead, they are approaching the Beixi Camp. The movement is quite fast and everything is under control."

"Lieutenant Colonel Brock, what I am considering now is not this, but to join forces with the foreign army garrisons of the Nord River Camp to kill them, completely end all this, and let those mud legs taste the power of the bayonet."

"Dear Commander, you must consider rationally allocating your physical strength. The young men marching in the sun for three hours is too much and they must be trimmed."

"Arriving at Beixi Camp, you're repairing. I heard the sound of gunfires in front of me gradually calming down. I always had a bad premonition. Oh, God, General Enzo won't wipe out all the enemies, right?"

"It's very possible, maybe we'll have a waste of time." Lieutenant Colonel Brock shrugged regretfully, revealing a strong arrogance in his words.

Lieutenant General Leo Fernandez felt a smile on his lips when he heard this. "That's a pity. These hateful cockroaches made me get up from my comfortable bed early in the morning. I won't spare them."

Several senior generals were talking, and a mess of gunfire came from the front, which immediately attracted their attention.
Chapter completed!