Late at night, at the foot of the mine hill, an army was gathering. This army included all the mobile forces in Drunni's hands - the cavalry and the remaining infantry capable of fighting.
In this night attack, he wanted to break through the Self-Rescue Army's position in one fell swoop and win the entire battle.
The failure of the attack during the day did not affect the mood of the famous Canadian general. He stood in front of the army and mobilized softly.
"...This will be a sneak attack that affects the outcome. As long as we break into the trenches of the yellow people, everything will be over. We can also return to Ontario as soon as possible. The Prime Minister will personally wear the medal on you..."
Drunni once again used his sharp tongue to encourage the soldiers.
After a moment, when he saw the burning fighting spirit on the faces of the soldiers, he stopped talking, turned around, and asked the major staff officer beside him: "What time is it?"
The staff officer took out a pocket watch, turned on the flashlight, looked at it, and replied: "General, it's already 3 o'clock in the morning."
"Okay, it's time to attack, Fred, are you ready?" Drunni looked at the French lieutenant colonel.
"Yes, general, please rest assured, the yellow race will pay the price for everything that happened during the day!" the French lieutenant colonel replied swornly.
"May the Lord bless us!"
"May the Lord bless us!"
…
More than a thousand Canadian soldiers quickly disappeared into the night like ghosts.
Drunni did not turn around and walk back to the temporary headquarters. He wanted to stay here and listen to the painful and helpless screams of the enemy soldiers.
On the Self-Rescue Army position, several sentries were like owls, scanning the no-man's land below, paying attention to any disturbance.
In the trenches, most soldiers held their guns to their chests and lay down to take a nap.
In Liu Zhenming's pre-war headquarters, a dim kerosene lamp was lit, and Ergouzi yawned out of boredom.
"Battal Commander, it's almost midnight, will the foreigners not attack?" Ergouzi saw that Liu Zhenming was still in high spirits, so he couldn't help but cheer up and asked.
"Yes, battalion commander, if the foreigners don't come, wouldn't everything we do be in vain?" Another soldier asked similarly.
Liu Zhenming stood up suddenly, which startled several soldiers.
He then said with a smile: "We will win the battle thousands of miles away by planning the strategy!"
"Wow, the battalion commander is so powerful. Could it be that he has already predicted that the foreigners will come tonight?" All the soldiers were thinking like this.
Unexpectedly, Liu Zhenming immediately said: "There are too few such talents. We can only take precautions before they happen. War is not a child's play. A small mistake can affect the outcome. Foreigners can afford to lose, but we cannot afford to lose.
Therefore, whether the foreigners come tonight or not, there is nothing wrong with us making all preparations."
Moreover, most sneak attacks are carried out in the latter part of the night. At this time, the defenders are relatively sleepy and their defenses are somewhat lax.
Liu Zhenming smiled and said: "Let's go to the trenches and cheer everyone up."
Not long after, Liu Zhenming appeared in various trenches and saw that some soldiers could no longer bear the fatigue and fell asleep. He did not wake them up, but quietly came forward and tightened their coats for them.
Some of the soldiers were so thinly dressed that he even took off his coat and covered the other's body.
These people are willing to follow him and fight together for everyone's ideals. How can Liu Zhenming not treat them like brothers? If you give sincerity to others, you will receive sincerity.
When Liu Zhenming walked to the first company position, there was still no movement below. Could it be that the opponent really had no intention of making a sneak attack and wanted to continue a head-on confrontation during the day, or should he make another sneak attack tonight?
Liu Zhenming was also a little unsure.
Ye Geyin also didn't rest, still watching the surroundings vigilantly. When he noticed Liu Zhenming coming, he stepped forward and said hello...
"Is there still no movement down there?" Liu Zhenming asked softly.
Ye Geyin replied with a slight disappointment: "I originally wanted to give the foreigners a hard time, but who knew that these people are such cowardless people. They lost the battle during the day and didn't even dare to show up at night."
"It would be better not to come, so as not to waste our bullets at night." Liu Zhenming could only say the best.
The two chatted for a few more words, then suddenly, a slight sound came from below, followed by a clang and a clang.
Everyone's eyes lit up. There was movement. Are foreigners coming?
It turned out that between 70 and 50 meters below, Liu Zhenming had people use ropes to connect a lot of shrapnel and iron cans, and there were also a small amount of stones in the iron cans. If they were touched by someone,
, it will definitely clang.
The noise became violent, which must have been caused by a large number of people passing by.
"Quick, prepare to fight!"
"Get ready to fight, get ready to fight!"
…
After a while, the soldiers in the trench woke up, quickly positioned their guns, and entered combat mode.
In the foreign attack team, the French lieutenant colonel looked at the iron object under his feet that made an 'alarm sound' with an annoyed look on his face.
"Shit!" He cursed and kicked the rope hard. He heard the soft shouts of the Self-Rescue Army soldiers in the trench above.
Knowing that his whereabouts had been revealed, the French lieutenant colonel no longer hid, and had lurked within a hundred meters below the enemy's position safely and soundly. He was already very satisfied.
"Up! Up! Up!" The French lieutenant colonel waved his hands repeatedly, and the Canadian soldiers around him quickly crawled past him.
The soldiers climbed a few more meters, and someone stepped on a pile of dry branches and leaves, making a crunching sound.
"What are these yellow people doing with so many useless things? Later, we will let you have a taste of bayonets!" All Canadian soldiers clenched their rifles, and the guns were all equipped with bright bayonets.
"Don't shoot, don't shoot!" In the trench, there was another scene. The soldiers were asked not to shoot for the time being. Dozens of soldiers were lighting oil-burning torches.
"Throw it!" Liu Zhenming heard the sound getting closer and closer below and gave the order without hesitation.
Immediately, dozens of torches pierced the dark night sky, like meteors, but these meteors were different from ordinary meteors, they were meteors that landed with a target.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh…
The sound continued, and the Canadian soldier's body, which was lying on the ground and climbing, involuntarily raised its head.
"Son of a bitch, do you think you can see our movements clearly with just a few torches?" Countless Canadian soldiers thought with disdain.
However, the Canadian soldiers who stepped on the dead branches and leaves suddenly felt in their hearts. Could it be that those yellow-skinned pigs wanted to set the branches under our feet on fire?
When attacking during the day, there were not many dry branches and dead leaves here.
Even if they had slightly guessed it, they didn't think so in their hearts. As long as we were faster and the fire wasn't too big, we could attack them because we were only a mere sixty to fifty meters away from the trenches.
Moreover, after the torch falls to the ground, can't we still stamp it out? Ignorant Eastern barbarians, a country that even needs to import matches, can you still come up with some better methods?
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