Zhu Tian: Beginning to Cross the Changjin Lake

Chapter 164 Arrogant Monkla!

A French captain asked cautiously: "General, what should we do now?"

"What else can be done?"

Monkla shouted angrily: "It's dark now. Those stupid Americans have stopped attacking. We can only stop attacking and wait until daybreak."

"Another day wasted, it's really abominable."

"Yes! General!"

Monkla was furious and could not stop talking to anyone. He said angrily, "I have told you many times that I am now a lieutenant colonel, not a lieutenant general."

"You can call me Lieutenant Colonel, or Battalion Commander! But definitely not General. Which general would come here and command a bunch of idiots like you?"

"Yes, sir!"

Monkla waved his hand and said, "Get out of my sight before I shoot you idiots."

The French officers present felt relieved and fled away one after another.

These officers really couldn't understand why Monkla, an old man in his sixties, could still have such a bad temper. They even worried that this old guy would be angry to death sooner or later.

Too angry!
After venting his anger, the old man Monkla's anger subsided a little, and then he enjoyed a sumptuous dinner and drank some wine.

Although Moncla was extremely disappointed with the combat effectiveness of the U.S. military, he also had to admire their strong logistical support capabilities.

Even though they were on the front lines, they could still enjoy a nice dinner.

The old guy was already a little tired, and under the influence of alcohol, he soon lay on the camp bed and fell asleep like a dead pig.

At this moment, Moncla never dreamed that the volunteers who were being defeated by them would launch a counterattack at night, and their target was his French battalion.

This cannot be blamed on others. The first bird to stick its head out gets shot. Who made them attack so quickly, resulting in a situation where the army was isolated and deep in the enemy's territory? If the Volunteer Army didn't attack them, who would they attack?
……

Under the cover of night, Li Guotao led the soldiers of the Seventh Company and quietly moved to the attack position.

At this moment, a large number of volunteer soldiers have quietly surrounded the French camp’s base.

In order to ensure that this enemy force could be completely wiped out, other friendly forces also strengthened the defensive forces on both wings, preparing to block the enemy's reinforcements.

The enemy did not know that the vanguard of the 27th Army had arrived to provide support, nor did they expect that the Volunteer Army would be able to organize a counterattack under such circumstances, so the enemy was not prepared at all.

Taking advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness is the key to victory.

Late that night, under the cover of darkness, the Volunteer Army sent out scouts who quietly took out several of the enemy's outer sentries.

The regiment was ready for a full-scale attack.

Li Guotao and his companions were lying on a hillside, their stomachs growling with hunger.

Li Guotao encouraged the soldiers, saying that there were all kinds of delicious food in the enemy's camp, and as long as they successfully captured the enemy camp and killed the enemy, they could have a good meal.

"Chirp!"

Amidst the shrill whistling sounds, two shining flares soared into the air, which was the signal for an attack.

Then there was a rumble of artillery fire from the artillery position.

The Volunteer Army concentrated dozens of mortars and more than a dozen infantry guns and mountain guns, and launched a fierce artillery bombardment on the enemy camp.

Amid the rumbling of artillery fire, one shell after another, with a sharp whistling sound, quickly cut through the night sky and landed on the enemy's position like a meteor.

"Boom~! Boom~!"

Violent explosions continued to sound, and flames rose into the sky.

The enemy army, suddenly attacked, fell into chaos.

Monkla, who was sleeping like a dead pig and snoring loudly, suddenly woke up. "What's going on? What happened?"

An officer ran in panicked and shouted, "No, General! The enemy is attacking."

"Why are you panicking?"

Monkla, who was half asleep, couldn't help but feel a little surprised, but this guy suddenly became excited.

"Immediately order all companies to defend their positions and stop the enemy's attack."

"Yes!"

Monkla quickly put on his military uniform and coat, wrapped himself tightly, leaned on a crutch, dragged his lame leg, and walked out quickly.

There was chaos outside, and the awakened enemy soldiers rushed to the front line.

Monkla hit a soldier on the butt with a stick and shouted angrily: "Hurry up!"

"Everyone, get on the defensive! You guys are too slow. You can't catch up with a cripple like me."

An enemy captain ran over and said, "General, the enemy may launch a full-scale attack. We only have a battalion of troops. Should we request support from nearby American troops?"

Monkla's old face flushed with excitement, and he shouted at the top of his voice: "I am disappointed in your stupidity, my captain!"

"Do you think the enemy can still pose much of a threat to us in its current state?"

"We have good terrain here, and we have built fortifications, so the enemy's artillery fire is just so-so."

"The most important thing is that the Chinese can't even afford to eat. I doubt if they still have the energy to pick up a gun."

"Will we be defeated by a group of enemies who are so hungry that they can't even stand? If that's the case, we have no face to live in this world, so we might as well just run into a wall and die."

"Hold on, my captain! We are fully capable of handling the current situation and there is no need to ask for help."

"Besides, can you expect those sheep-like cowardly Americans to save us?"

"It's better to rely on ourselves!"

"Now please return to your command position, lead your soldiers, and kill the enemy!"

"These ignorant enemies will die if they dare to counterattack. We must let them see how powerful we are. This is a great opportunity to make a contribution. The medal is waving at you, my captain!"

"Yes!"

The French captain responded quickly and ran away in a hurry.

Monkla dragged his lame leg to a position.

At this time, artillery shells continued to fall nearby, violent explosions continued to sound, and the pungent smell of gunpowder stimulated the old guy to become even more excited.

An officer nearby said, "General, this place is too dangerous. You should stay in the safer headquarters."

Monkla said with a smug look on his face: "Don't talk nonsense, my child. There is no bomb in the world that can kill me!"

"From World War I to World War II, I was wounded sixteen times, but now I am still standing here in good health, right?"

At this moment, a loud charge horn suddenly sounded from the surrounding mountains.

"Tick-tick, tick-tick, tick-tick, tick-tick..."

The charge horn that terrified the American troops made the old cripple Moncla even more excited.

"They're about to attack! Get ready to fight!"

"Teach them a lesson!"

(End of this chapter)