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The entire Lang Son City was filled with shouts, howls, and the whistling sounds of bullets.

Because of the chaos, many times soldiers on both sides encountered the enemy before they even had time to raise their guns.

At this time, the bayonets on the National Revolutionary Army's rifles played a huge role.

In the hand-to-hand combat in the alleys, the National Revolutionary Army, who had undergone daily bayonet training, could often take the life of a Vietnamese soldier with just a poke or a thrust.

However, this is not the most fatal thing.

The Vietnamese defenders suffered heavy casualties and had not yet recovered when they were faced with an even greater attack.

After the Vietnamese soldiers who originally wanted to fight back with machine guns were sniped, the rest of them were afraid of the gunfire from somewhere and did not dare to rush to the high ground where the machine guns were placed. Instead, they fled to both sides.

Seeing this, the soldiers of the National Revolutionary Army who were charging in the front immediately turned the tables. Under the cover of their friendly forces, they tore off the canvas on the Hatch Case M1897 machine gun, turned the gun head, aimed at the messy Vietnamese skirmishers, and opened fire decisively.

The power of fully automatic weapons is really too great.

In addition, there were ammunition boxes half a person's height piled up next to the machine gun. Although the Hatch-Cast M1897 machine gun was an air-cooled machine gun with relatively backward performance, it also played a harvesting role.

Bullets kept breaking up the Vietnamese soldiers who had gathered together and tearing apart their defense lines.

The dense rain of bullets provided guidance for the National Revolutionary Army that entered the city.

The splattered blood and flesh covered the small town. The six scattered Vietnamese troops from Tokyo finally couldn't hold on any longer and began to flee north.

Seeing this situation, the National Revolutionary Army did not pursue, but instead took the time to search for the remaining ammunition depots in the city.

Just as flames were rising into the sky in Lang Son City, the French were fighting fiercely on the front line of Zhennan Pass.

They had no idea that the supply ammunition in the rear had been turned into ashes along with the flames.

Chapter 433 Please Cut Along the Dotted Line

After taking Lang Son City, the National Revolutionary Army occupied the advantageous terrain and quickly cleared the entire city.

Wang Zhanyuan's follow-up troops also gradually caught up. Except for the 3000 people who supported Zhennan Pass, the remaining 7000-plus troops of the division all rushed here, completing a large-scale border penetration across hundreds of miles!

After taking the initiative, the National Revolutionary Army continued to advance northward. The positions around Lang Son City that were originally used to block the enemy from the north were broken through one by one from the south.

The National Revolutionary Army moved the M1897 Hatch rifle onto a horse-drawn carriage, used French weapons, consumed French ammunition, and repelled several attempts by Vietnamese skirmishers to retake the city and counterattack, forcing those Vietnamese who firmly believed in God to see God.

Before long, the Vietnamese skirmishers who could no longer hold on gradually disintegrated. They did not expect that the same weapons would have such great destructive power in the hands of the Chinese.

More and more Vietnamese stragglers deserted the battlefield, leaving only a troop led by Commander Nguyen Sinh Minh, still hesitating outside Lang Son City. It was unknown whether they wanted to continue attacking the city or retreat to the French army in Zhennan Pass.

Nguyen Shengmin was hesitant. He was not worried about the gains and losses of Lang Son City, but about his own future.

The Tokyo Regiment was an armed force established by the French. From recruitment, training, promotion to combat, everything was controlled by the French Indochina colonial government.

There were a total of five Tokyo Skirmishers, two of which followed the French to the Zhennan Pass front line. The remaining three originally had their own commanders, but in order to facilitate the coordination of material transportation, they were temporarily handed over to Nguyen Shengmin for management.

Such a heavy burden was originally a good opportunity for Ruan Sishengmin to rise to the top in one step, but no one expected that a crack appeared in the battle line within him.

The reason why Nguyen Seng Min joined the Tokyo Skirmishers and served as a thug for the French was simply for his own future.

He did not want to die under the bullets of the Chinese. He was an opportunist, not a staunch Catholic, did not believe in God that much, and did not hate the Nguyen Dynasty.

However, looking at the aggressive Chinese army in front of him, Nguyen Sinh Minh knew that if he failed to recapture Lang Son City, he would also face the wrath of the French.

It’s easy to deal with ordinary soldiers, but as the temporary commander of the third regiment, I will definitely be given special care by the French.

Regardless of whether the Sino-French War ends in victory or defeat, if the French want to pursue the blame for the fall of Lang Son, they will ultimately die.

How to do how to do?

This time, the Chinese came with great force, and it was said that hundreds of thousands of their troops had already moved south.

The Great Southern Kingdom only has tens of thousands of troops. Can it hold on?

Bullets whizzed past the makeshift position, some even brushed past Ruan Shengmin's head. The sound was extremely sharp, but it could not interrupt his thoughts.

"No, I can't die here. I want to keep my useful body and serve the Great South!"

Almost instantly, Nguyen Sinh Minh changed his mindset from a French supporter to a Vietnamese patriot again.

Ruan Shengmin took a look at the French flag beside him, immediately reached out and grabbed it, pulling hard with both arms and tearing off the blue and red on both sides.

Then, he raised the white part in the middle with his right hand and slowly walked out of the position.

"I am the commander of the Tokyo Skirmishers. Now that I see the great army of the Celestial Empire coming to my aid, I am deeply moved and have chosen to abandon the dark and join the light, wishing to return to the orthodoxy!"

"Captain, you!"

The soldiers of the Tokyo Skirmishers who were lying on the ground were all shocked. They stared at Ruan Shengmin who was walking with his head held high with wide eyes, as if they were getting to know him all over again.

Ruan Shengmin glanced around at great speed, and after a moment's pause, he sternly said, "What are you standing there for? If you want to stay alive, quickly shout with me!"

"Yes Yes!"

Several personal soldiers around Ruan Shengmin reacted quickly and joined in cheering.

"I've abandoned the dark and turned to the light, hoping to return to orthodoxy!"

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"I've abandoned the dark and turned to the light, hoping to return to orthodoxy!"

As more and more people joined in, the non-Nguyen Shengmin direct subordinates who had originally been on the sidelines gradually joined in the shouting.

Most of the Vietnamese who could be converted had some cultural background, and the Tonkin region was close to Guangxi, so it was not surprising that these skirmishers spoke Mandarin with a Cantonese-Putonghua accent.

The sound grew louder and louder, and finally reached the National Revolutionary Army position opposite.

Seeing a man slowly walking towards him from a distance, holding a white cloth with his hands raised high, Hatch, a member of the National Revolutionary Army on the front line, slowly turned off the gun and hurriedly asked for instructions from the rear.

Zhang Huaizhai, political commissar of the 2nd Division of the Jiangnan Military Region of the National Revolutionary Army, was discussing the next offensive plan with the division commander Wang Zhanyuan and the division chief of staff Tian Zhongyu.

When he heard the artillery fire on the front line gradually subside and bursts of human voices were heard, he couldn't help but listen attentively.

"The seven special hidden traps are obvious, and the best and the poor will eventually be unified."

Zhang Huaizhi repeated the Cantonese Mandarin with a Vietnamese accent, but he didn't understand what it meant, so he asked the Guangdong guard behind him:

"What are the Annan people across the way saying?"

After hearing the question, the guard replied: "I can't hear it clearly, but they seem to be saying that they want to abandon the dark side and join our National Revolutionary Army?"

"Abandon the dark and turn to the light?"

Division Political Commissar Zhang Huaizhi was skeptical at first, but after listening carefully a few more times and finding that it seemed to be true, he clapped his hands excitedly and was about to go out to check the situation: "Great, this couldn't be a better opportunity!"

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"Wait a minute!"

Wang Zhanyuan, the commander of the Zero Division, held Zhang Huaizhi's figure and said slowly:

"They claim to surrender because they know they can't win. Don't believe them!"

"Of course I won't believe it." Zhang Huaizhi smiled and said:

"But these Annan soldiers are quite rare. If they are willing to surrender, we must preserve the vitality of the Vietnam Socialist Revolutionary Party!"

"It's quite difficult to preserve vitality?" Wang Zhanyuan shook his head, spat on the ground, spit out the dust in his mouth, and said calmly:

4. "Commissar Zhang, whose vitality are you preserving?"

Zhang Huaizhi replied directly: "Whose? Of course it belongs to Annan!"

"What about the National Revolutionary Army?

"We rushed thousands of miles south from Guizhou, with 371 people falling behind and missing. After entering Vietnam, we attacked Lang Son, resulting in no fewer than a thousand casualties."

Wang Zhanyuan raised his head and asked, "Who will preserve the vitality of us Han men?"

Zhang Huaizhi glanced at Wang Zhanyuan and said hesitantly, "Brother Zichun, Wang Zhanyuan's name is... what do you mean?"

Wang Zhanyuan sighed and said, "Now we are helping Annan preserve his vitality. What vitality are we preserving?

These Annan soldiers can rebel against France today and against China tomorrow. This is the name of Zhang Huaizhi, the brother of Zizhi.

Who knows that these Annan soldiers will not rebel again after surrendering?

The French are right next to us!

If you ask me, on this battlefield, bullets don’t have eyes, so why don’t we just…”

Zhang Huaizhi immediately understood what Wang Zhanyuan meant and quickly replied, "Brother Zichun, this is not what the chief instructor meant. If he blames you in the future..."

"Chief Instructor?" Wang Zhanyuan raised his lips when he saw Zhang Huaizhi mention Yuan Xiangcheng.

"Brother Zizhi, don't you understand yet?

Before leaving, at a division-level meeting of the National Revolutionary Army held in Guangzhou, the chief instructor said that the reactionary forces in Tonkin must be completely wiped out.

What are the reactionary forces? The French are reactionary, and so are these Annan soldiers who are accomplices to the enemy!

After all, Annan is our Chinese homeland, and in the future, it will be sufficient to have the National Revolutionary Army to defend it."

Zhang Huaizhai looked at the division chief of staff Tian Zhongyu beside him and saw that he did not say a word but kept looking at Wang Zhanyuan, knowing that he had already made his choice.

"In that case, then let's take action."

In the end, Zhang Huaizhai gave up his obstruction and allowed Wang Zhanyuan to command the National Revolutionary Army to launch a new offensive.

After Hatch restarted the driver's gun, Ruan Shengmin, the leader of the skirmish group at the front, had no time to react before he was torn to pieces.

As he fell to the ground with a "thump", the campaign to annihilate Vietnam's local military forces began.

Chapter 434: Destroy the enemy between Zhenliang and Qi

The National Revolutionary Army surged northward like a tide. The dark blue army marched across the land of Tonkin. They were full of fighting spirit and intended to block the retreat of the French army at Zhennan Pass ahead.

However, Zhennan Pass has reached its limit at this time.

At the beginning of the establishment of the French Third Republic, it deeply absorbed the lessons of the Franco-Prussian War, revived Napoleon's combat methodology, and attached great importance to artillery.

As the most technically demanding branch of the army, the French have invested enormous resources in artillery, both in the training of gunners and in the development of cannons.

It was this almost pathological "ultimate cannon theory" that eventually produced the Miss 75, a cannon that was almost perfect at the end of the 19th century.

Under such circumstances, Zhennan Pass became a testing ground for Miss 75.

"Wind speed correction!"

The French artillerymen held instruments in their hands and kept gesturing back and forth at the gun carriage, running a few times from time to time.

After obtaining the latest data, Miss 75 was quickly fine-tuned by integrating data such as wind speed, angle, altitude, distance to the enemy, etc., and adjusting the shooting parameters, striving to make each round of artillery fire more accurate than the previous one.