Zhu Tian: Beginning to Cross the Changjin Lake

Chapter 168 Kill the French 'Lieutenant General' and annihilate the French battalion!
At the same time, the commander of the regiment who was commanding the battle also found that the enemy had all retreated to that small hillside, so he ordered loudly: "Order the artillery, concentrate all the artillery fire, aim at that small hilltop, and bombard it hard!"

"Yes!"

The order was quickly passed down, and all the artillery units cooperating in the operation immediately concentrated all their firepower and began to bombard the enemy positions.

Artillery shells fell on the hillside one after another, and violent explosions were heard one after another. The enemy troops were blown to pieces and many were killed or wounded.

At the same time, more and more volunteer soldiers gathered from all directions and surrounded the remaining enemy remnants.

Under the protection of the guards, Monkla hid in a safe place. At this point, the old cripple finally realized the danger.

"Where are the reinforcements? Haven't they arrived yet?"

"General, the reinforcements cannot arrive yet."

Monkla looked up and saw a battle breaking out in the distance, about ten miles away from here.

Judging from this trend, it may be difficult for these reinforcements to arrive in time.

And they couldn't hold on much longer.

Moncla cursed angrily: "I really doubt whether these Americans are here to fight or to deliver weapons and ammunition to the enemy."

"We are about to be killed by these idiots."

"General, what should we do now?"

"What else can be done?"

Monkla shouted loudly: "Fight them and defend our honor to the death."

Monkla is a war maniac. He will never surrender. For this old madman, dying on the battlefield may be the best destination.

Faced with the fierce offensive of the Volunteer Army, the old cripple ordered his soldiers to fight to the death until the last moment.

Li Guotao operated the twin-mounted anti-aircraft gun and fired fiercely at the enemy on the mountain.

Shells fell continuously on the enemy positions, tearing groups of enemies into pieces.

Li Guotao relied on this powerful weapon to kill everyone, but he was not stupid enough to let Gu Cangzhou go. He drove the M19 directly up the hill.

Just implement fire suppression from a distance, take the opportunity to destroy the enemy's machine gun firepower, and kill a large number of enemies.

Under the powerful firepower suppression of the Volunteer Army, the enemy on the hillside suffered heavy casualties, and their firepower was completely suppressed.

Wu Qianli shouted loudly: "Comrades, charge up and kill these foreign devils!"

"Kill~!"

The soldiers of the third battalion roared and rushed up the hillside with Wu Qianli.

Although the enemies on the mountain fought desperately, they suffered heavy losses and were no longer able to stop the Volunteer Army's attack.

More and more volunteer soldiers rushed forward. These soldiers of the French Foreign Legion were indeed fierce. They watched the volunteer soldiers rushing forward like a tide.

Each of them was fearless and engaged in close combat with the volunteers.

Although these French troops were fierce, they could not compare with the Volunteer Army in terms of bayonet fighting.

After all, this is not their area of ​​expertise, and after World War I, hand-to-hand combat has become increasingly rare on European battlefields.

The bayonet gradually lost its effectiveness, so the bayonets of European armies became shorter and shorter. Of course, although the length was shortened, the strength and quality were greatly enhanced.

During this period, the bayonets equipped by the Volunteer Army were relatively long, which gave them certain advantages.

Moreover, many of these soldiers were veterans who had survived hundreds of battles and had experienced the Anti-Japanese War. Their bayonet fighting skills were also quite advanced, and the enemy was no match for them at all. Moreover, at this moment, the enemy's remaining forces were few and far between, and they were even less of a match for the Volunteer Army.

Seeing the volunteers rushing up, the old madman Monkla became even crazier. He threw away his walking stick, picked up a rifle with a bayonet, and yelled loudly: "Charge! Kill these hateful enemies."

The old madman roared and rushed forward, as if he had forgotten that he was a cripple.

As a result, after rushing out a few steps, he didn't pay attention to his feet, stepped on empty air, and rolled down the hillside.

After rolling for more than ten meters, he barely stopped. With a bloody head, Monkla struggled to get up from the ground. At this time, two volunteer soldiers rushed towards him.

Before the old guy could thrust his bayonet out, he was stabbed through the heart by two volunteer soldiers, one on the left and one on the right.

Monkla screamed and fell unwillingly on the battlefield, completely ending his crazy life.

Not long after, the remaining soldiers on the position were cleared out by the volunteers.

At this point, the French battalion led by Moncla was completely wiped out by the Volunteer Army in one fell swoop.

The battle was over and the soldiers began to clean up the battlefield.

Li Guotao reaped a lot of rewards in this battle, killing many enemies and earning tens of thousands of points.

Li Guotao took advantage of the chaos to exchange a large amount of ammunition and supplies from the system, and scattered them throughout the battlefield.

In this battle, although the volunteers successfully wiped out the French battalion, the participating troops also consumed a large amount of ammunition.

As the Volunteer Army's logistical support was insufficient, Li Guotao naturally had to seize any opportunity to exchange as many weapons, ammunition and food as possible so that the troops could always maintain their combat effectiveness.

Otherwise, once we really run out of ammunition and food, the battle will become even more difficult to fight.

The battle was not over yet, and the two warriors who killed Monkla didn't care too much at the time.

When cleaning the battlefield, a soldier pulled open Monkla's military coat and found that he was a lieutenant colonel, thus confirming his identity.

"The enemy commander has been found. He's an old man."

"He's too old! Why did the French send such an old battalion commander?"

"Maybe it's because the foreign devils look old. Actually, this guy is not that old."

"Never mind, report it immediately!"

Since information was not so developed in that era, the volunteer soldiers did not know Moncla's true identity. They only found out that he was a lieutenant colonel and guessed that he should be the commander of the French battalion.

So when the report was submitted at that time, it only said that the French lieutenant colonel battalion commander was killed.

Who would have thought that this guy's actual military rank was lieutenant general, and he voluntarily lowered his rank to become a lieutenant colonel battalion commander of the French battalion just to come to the battlefield.

I guess only an old madman like Monkla could do such a thing.

The volunteer soldiers acted quickly and quickly cleaned up the battlefield and withdrew from the battle.

Thanks to Li Guotao's presence, the Seventh Company captured the most spoils.

At this moment, Li Guotao was leading the soldiers of the Seventh Company to retreat to the distant mountainous area in accordance with the orders of their superiors. The soldiers were all carrying ammunition boxes of various sizes.

Not only that, but three trucks full of supplies, as well as an M19 anti-aircraft gun vehicle and other weapons and equipment were also seized.

However, heavy equipment such as trucks and anti-aircraft guns must be hidden in concealed places at night to avoid being bombed by enemy aircraft.

(End of this chapter)