The green mountains are as green as green, and the setting sun is better than blood!

The smoke of gunfire has not yet dissipated, and the gunshots have been sporadic! The fierce battle in an afternoon was over, and the French army began to slowly retreat. More than 4,000 artillery shells exploded Zhennan Pass and covered them with bruises. The high ground on both sides was still in the hands of the Qing army. However, the personnel on it had been replaced!

Throughout the afternoon, Nicolli, who was determined to go down to the south gate of Zhennan Pass, divided nearly 10,000 people into four echelons and attacked continuously. The French artillery fired more than 3,000 shells, and from 2:00 p.m. to the present, they fired an average of 600 shells per hour. Under such a fierce attack, the French army rushed to the high ground on both sides several times. At the critical moment, Jiang Zonghan and Li Yaozu led the reserve team to the position in time and repelled the French army.

The large number of quick guns equipped by the Qing army played an important role in combat, and the rapid shooting brought great casualties to the French army. Of course, under the fierce attack of the French army, two thousand defenders suffered 800 casualties.

At this time, Nicolli could only look at the majestic body of Zhennanguan helplessly. Under such a fierce attack, he paid the price of 600 soldiers and failed to take down a single position.

The Qing army on the position fought desperately like crazy, and no one took a step back. They shot with guns, chopped with knives, smashed with stones, and even bite with teeth! Only by death can they stop resisting.

Throughout the afternoon, Nicolli was shocked by what he saw and couldn't help but ask himself, is this still the Qing army? Is this the Qing army that will escape whenever a cannon sounds?

Zhennan Pass was temporarily guarded. The soldiers who fought fiercely for an afternoon couldn't help but turn their heads and look at the city tower. The city tower was still standing, and the familiar figure was still sitting firmly on the city tower.

It was this figure that inspired every soldier during the entire fierce battle.

Around 4:35 pm, when hundreds of French troops rushed to the high ground on the right, the 18-year-old Guangxi man Wang Tie, holding a bucket of fire, silently looked at the city tower, ignited the lead, and rolled into the French army.

There were so many similar things throughout the afternoon. The soldier Ma Youcai rolled down the mountain with a French soldier in his arms. The soldier Xie Dingmao was killed and his teeth were still tightly biting the throat of a French soldier.

Wan Shusheng, Cao Yi, Li Yaozu, Jiang Zonghan, and Hu Yu gathered in front of the city tower bathed in the sunset, and Shen Congyun still sat like a statue.

"Sir!" Everyone shouted in a trembling voice and knelt down together! Because Shen Congyun's forehead was wrapped with the cloth that Sheng Xiaoqi had torn off his clothes, a clear blood mark followed the root of Shen Congyun's ears.

"What are you doing? Is it just a little bit of skin on the gravel? I'll stand up for me." Shen Congyun shouted loudly and shouted loudly: "Everyone's performance today is upright!"

night!

The horse's hooves are fast!

"Quick! Get a little faster!"

The veteran general Feng Zicai stood by the roadside, constantly waving his hands to inspire his subordinates. From time to time, he looked up at the direction of Zhennan Pass and whispered: "Shen Zigui, you must wait for me to arrive."

"Report to the general! Dozens of horses were exhausted!" The soldiers came to report!

"The horse is exhausted, run with your feet! Even if you climb, you must climb to Zhennan Pass!" The night wind was gentle, and Feng Zicai's sonorous and powerful voice echoed among the mountains and forests! Echoed!

At the foot of Zhennan Pass, in the military camp, Chen Congyun was in the middle, and everyone sat around. Although Chen Congyun was not a member of the military, everyone seemed to have become accustomed to it and sat around Shen Congyun.

"We can't be beaten passively!" Chen Congyun stood up suddenly, looked around, and finally fixed his eyes on Li Yaozu's face.

"Sir, just order what to do, I can't give you advice. I can't do it, it's okay to fight to the death." Li Yaozu was lit and his chest was taller than anyone else!

"Okay! Wan Shusheng, immediately organize a suicide squad, led by Li Yaozu, and attacked the French military camp at night. I offer a reward of 10,000 taels of silver." Chen Congyun said, taking out a silver note from his arms and slapped the table.

Wan Shusheng had a calm face and slowly pressed the silver note to Chen Congyun and said, "Sir, you are wrong. You are slapping your brothers in the face. Today's suicide squad, as long as one of you takes your money, among the brothers in the future, will he still want to be a human being? I won't say anything else. Everyone present today cannot leave Zhennan Pass. Only you will dare to say no. If you don't leave, why are we still embarrassed to ask for your money?"

After saying that, Wan Shusheng raised his head and left the tent, and the others stood up one after another and walked out silently.

Wan Shusheng, who walked to the door, seemed to know that everyone would come out, and said with a gloomy face: "Everyone goes back to their respective camps and tells me that the suicide squads must participate voluntarily. I will agree first, I will screen them for those who are strong and I will personally."

Half an hour later, the suicide squad, which only needed two hundred people, actually came more than 500 people, half of whom were slightly injured. Everyone stood there silently and looked at Wan Shusheng with their eyes, as if they were afraid of being removed.

Another half an hour later, Wan Shusheng walked into the tent and walked to Chen Congyun who was quietly sitting in front of the candlestick and whispered: "Sir, the suicide squad is ready, waiting for you to speak."

Two hundred death squad members, each with a machete and a fire bag, stood there quietly. Each of them held a bowl in their hands, and the bowl was filled with strong wine!

"Wine comes!" Chen Congyun's eyes swept around silently and shouted loudly, "A bowl of wine is delivered, Chen Congyun is in his hand, his blood-covered eyes are wide open.

"Who doesn't want to go? Let's take a step forward!" Chen Congyun asked last.

Silence, death-like silence, no one in the team of two hundred people moved. Only some people shook their hands slightly, and some wine fell on the ground.

"Okay! Everyone, let's take a step first. Tomorrow I will take the rest of my brothers to find everyone!"

After saying that, Chen Congyun raised his head and drank the wine in the bowl, and suddenly threw it on the ground and said, "Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the green mountains, why bother back to the horse and wrap the body!"

Two hundred wines in the bowls were killed at the same time! Two hundred bowls were smashed at the same time.

"Expected death squad, machete!" Li Yaozu shouted and rushed out of the barrier first!

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"On the night of the 25th, the remaining Li Yaozu led 200 suicide squads out of the gate at night. The suicide squads tied fire bags and held machetes in their hands! In the middle of the night, the sound of killings in the thief camp was everywhere, and explosions were heard one after another, and the fires soared into the sky. Clouds knew that the thief was brave enough to lose their courage!" (quoted from "The Legend of Chen Congyun")

At three o'clock in the morning, when people were sleeping the most, a dense gunshot suddenly sounded in the French barracks in front of the pass, and the sound of killing was shouting and the explosions continued.

On the city tower of Zhennan Pass, Chen Congyun stood there silently, looking at the fire in the distance!

"Master!" Sheng Xiaoqi suddenly looked at Chen Congyun and shouted. Wan Shusheng and others were attracted by their eyes. Only Chen Congyun's fist was tightly clasped against the city wall, his teeth were biting tightly on his lips, and a bloodshot flowed down his lips.

"There are 200 warriors in the osmanthus, and the grass is silently broken by the galaxy. The flying general in Longcheng is here now, and the Hu horses on Yinshan are coming again."

The night wind was gentle, and above the city, Shen Congyun looked into the distance, shouting loudly!

Afterwards, only Li Yaozu and ten others returned in the suicide squad, the French army suffered 400 casualties, more than ten cannons were blown up, and thousands of shells were detonated.

The sun came out, and Zhennan Pass ushered in another dawn. The French position opposite was in a mess, and the camp that was messed up by the suicide squad last night.

It was not until 9 a.m. that the French army began to line up, and a new attack seemed to be about to begin.

At this moment, Nicolari's confidence almost disappeared. Zhennan Pass was in front of him, and there was a silence, but behind this silence, Nicolari saw the indestructible fighting spirit and determination to sacrifice.

During the night attack of death last night, Nicolari had already felt a bad mood.

The morale of the army was much worse than before after a battle last night. When he walked past the soldiers, Nicolli saw fear and panic.

"I order, artillery, finish all the shells! Then, the whole army assault!" Nicolli gritted his teeth and gave the order, and the rumbling sound of cannons broke the quiet of the morning.

After an entire hour and a half, the French artillery fired all the shells. In the past few days, Nicolli has stepped on a war horse for the first time, and came to the front five hundred meters in front of the pass, and rode on the horse without moving.

Five hundred meters, just below the distance of the artillery fire of the turret. Nicolli wanted to tell his soldiers that he would die at any time.

On the city tower, Chen Congyun did not sit, but stood, holding a bayonet in his hand, standing in the smoke of gunpowder.

The artillery fire stopped and the French army surged up like a tide!

On the city tower and on the fort, several remaining cannons roared angrily! A thousand warriors, each with a shot or machete, were waiting quietly.

Five hundred meters, four hundred meters, three hundred meters, two hundred meters.

"Kill the thief!"

The deafening cry suddenly rang out, echoing among the endless mountains.
Chapter completed!