Zhu Tian: Beginning to Cross the Changjin Lake

Chapter 163: Lieutenant General Battalion Commander! War Maniac!
Li Guotao was a little bit unbelievable! But he looked at the people around him and saw nothing unusual. Maybe they didn't know how weak the French army was. Did they make a mistake?

At this time, the regiment commander continued, "According to the information provided by the friendly forces, during the battle in Chipyong-ni, this French army resisted very tenaciously and had strong combat effectiveness, and even dared to fight with us with bayonets."

"It's rare to see foreign devils with such a ferocious fighting style! So we've run into a tough guy this time."

"But our regiment is known as the offensive regiment. Why?"

"Because our regiment has always been fighting tough battles, there is no position we cannot capture, and no enemy we cannot defeat."

"Even if this French camp is a tortoise shell, I will smash it to pieces today!..."

Li Guotao was even more surprised when he heard this.

Do the French army dare to fight the volunteers with bayonets?

Is this still the army I know?
But since the team leader said so, it must be true.

In fact, in the recent battle of Chipyong-ni, the Volunteer Army attacked Chipyong-ni fiercely for several days.

This French army was indeed extremely brave and even dared to fight with bayonets against the volunteers who rushed up.

Faced with the rushing volunteers, the American soldiers were so frightened that they could only shrink in the trenches and did not dare to show their heads at all.

However, this French army dared to launch a counterattack with bayonets pointed, and fought with the volunteers with bayonets.

Even their battalion commander kicked the American soldiers' butts and shouted angrily: "You bunch of cowards, even if you are going to die, die on the battlefield."

Perhaps it was precisely because these French troops were too fierce, coupled with the assistance of thousands of American troops, that they were able to hold out in Chipyong-ni for several days, causing the Volunteer Army to attack fiercely for several days but ultimately return empty-handed.

If only American troops were guarding Chipyong-ni, they would have probably fled in fear.

Later, after the Volunteer Army retreated, the enemy began to pursue them on all fronts. The performance of this French army unit was also very eye-catching. Among the several nearby enemy troops, they were the fastest in pursuit, so that they formed a salient on the front line.

As the saying goes, the first bird to stick its head out gets shot. This time, the main force of the 27th Army of the Volunteer Army arrived at the front line. In order to curb the fierce offensive of the enemy, it decided to launch an appropriate counterattack, so it chose to kill this ignorant French battalion.

Li Guotao nodded and thought: It seems that I was wrong. This French army should not be an ordinary force. It should be considered an outlier in the French army. Otherwise, it would not be possible to have such combat effectiveness.

Just as Li Guotao guessed, this French army was indeed different.

For various reasons, the French army only sent this battalion in this war.

In line with the principle of foreigners dying first, the battalion sent by the French army was the French Foreign Legion. This Foreign Legion was originally a hodgepodge, many of whom were mercenaries who had participated in World War II, and even some criminals who were willing to serve as soldiers in order to escape legal sanctions.

Moreover, the battalion commander of this battalion, Moncla, is also an outlier in the French army. He is a standard veteran professional soldier and a fierce general. To be more precise, he is a war maniac who goes crazy when he smells gunpowder.

Moncla was originally the Inspector General of the French Foreign Legion with the rank of Lieutenant General.

Yes, you read that right, this old guy is a lieutenant general.

However, just to smell the smoke of gunpowder on the battlefield and satisfy his desire for war, this warmongerer voluntarily demoted his rank of lieutenant general to that of lieutenant colonel and served as the battalion commander of the French battalion.

Don't be fooled by this guy's old age and good physique. Although he was injured many times during his war career and even had a lame leg, his fighting style is extremely fierce.

The 1,200 soldiers in this battalion were all elite troops carefully selected from the foreign legion by the madman Moncla himself.

All the soldiers are veterans with rich combat experience, and they are a group of fearless and desperate criminals.

This is also the fundamental reason why this force has such strong combat effectiveness.

The regiment commander continued, "Tonight, the entire regiment will quickly surround this enemy group and launch an all-out attack. We must spare no effort to annihilate all of this enemy group at all costs." "Yes!"

The regiment commander then issued specific combat tasks.

After receiving the order, everyone left the regiment headquarters and went back to prepare for tonight's battle.

The three battalion commanders of the third battalion followed Wu Qianli. Wu Qianli said with a serious face: "Tonight, there will definitely be a fierce battle. We don't have much advantage, but we must do our best to fight this battle well and win this battle, and we must win beautifully."

"After you return, prepare immediately, follow the tasks assigned by the leader, arrive at the designated location on time, and launch the attack on time."

"Yes!"

Li Guotao and the other two responded in unison.

After saying goodbye to Wu Qianli, Li Guotao returned to the Seventh Company’s base and conveyed some orders to the soldiers.

When the soldiers learned that there would be a battle in the evening, they were all very excited and couldn't wait to go to the battlefield to fight the enemy.

It seems that the soldiers were all exhausted during this period of rest.

Li Guotao said to Yu Congrong: "From the map, the French camp is not far away from us. We can reach the designated location in an hour at most."

"Let the soldiers rest well and maintain their strength. We will set off after dark and rush to the attack site."

"it is good!"

Yu Congrong agreed readily.

……

It was getting dark.

In the French camp, Moncla was furious with his officers.

"Are you all idiots? We have advanced only a whole day, and how far have we advanced? Less than three thousand meters."

"No! You are not pigs, you are all a bunch of slow turtles. You fools have ruined the honor of our army."

This battalion commander, who had been wounded sixteen times and even had a broken leg, did not sound like a lieutenant general or a lieutenant colonel when he scolded people. He looked more like a hot-tempered sergeant.

A French captain said: "General, we are advancing the fastest so far."

"The Yankees are advancing even more slowly. Colonel Freeman has reminded us more than once that if we advance too quickly, we may run into danger because our flanks are gradually exposed."

Monkla shouted angrily: "Don't mention those rubbish to me. If they hadn't held us back, we would have reached the Yalu River by now."

"I really didn't expect that these damn guys had no fighting power at all. I don't know how they defeated the German army back then."

"They are jealous of us, so they asked us to slow down. There is no danger now."

"The enemy has been defeated by us. They simply cannot and do not have the ability to launch a counterattack against us."

"As long as we attack more fiercely, we will definitely be able to completely destroy their last will to resist and win this war."

"Damn the Yankees, they are just a bunch of cowardly sheep, not worthy of being called soldiers."

(End of this chapter)