The heavy rain seems to be beneficial.

That is, the French army was all huddled in the bunker and could not come out. Moreover, dark clouds covered the moon, and the size of the Ming army's convoy could not be seen in the darkness.

Moreover, this is the rear area, and many French troops do not have mines at all.

These allowed the Ming army to move smoothly.

Although the marching speed is a bit slow, it can reach thirty kilometers in one hour.

Going deep into the enemy's heartland, the speed is already very fast.

While Zu Kuan was advancing north, fierce gunfire rang out from the east and west banks of the Don River Bridge at the same time.

The French troops on the east coast received orders from Leclerc one after another.

All the artillerymen were firing wildly, and they didn't care where the shells hit. It was just a random bombardment.

The orders given by the commanders were to use any method to light up the cannonballs and then blow them up.

All the French soldiers rushed to the Don Bridge crazily.

They knew this was almost their last chance.

Once you miss it, you may not have the chance to return to France in the future.

The roaring Don River makes people give up any idea of ​​swimming across it.

When a person goes into the water, before he can swim five meters, he will be swept away by the rushing river, and then disappear into the darkness, never to be seen again.

In the darkness, the French soldiers did not care about their fighting formation.

Encampments of people ran towards the Don River Bridge in the mud. Walking in the mud was a huge drain on their energy.

They are often exhausted after going only a few kilometers, not to mention that as the rain gets heavier, the temperature gradually drops.

On a rainy night, near the Don River Bridge.

Flare bombs continued to rise one after another, and what the Ming soldiers saw were groups of soldiers who were as clumsy as stroke patients.

Some of them were holding guns, and some were holding nothing.

Some were wearing raincoats, and some were soaked.

Some people even went barefoot, walking instinctively in the cold rainy night.

Not many people fired, and all the heavy weapons exploded after firing all the shells because they could not move.

The soldiers of the Ming army were shooting at these French soldiers who were walking forward like stroke patients.

The heavy machine gun not only fired short bursts one after another in the wind and rain, but the living people under the flares turned into cold corpses one after another.

The French were so miserable that they didn't even have a chance to surrender.

Because at this time, the Ming soldiers did not have time to capture them. As long as they could move, they were all taken care of by bullets.

It can still move after taking care of it, but needs a second round of ammunition.

The French mortars, because they did not have many shells, misfired after a few rounds.

These are still the gunners who are loyal to their duties. More gunners are on the way, and they throw away the heavy and tiring broken iron pipes.

The retreat Leclerc imagined turned into a massive rout before midnight.

In this rainy night, everything is chaotic.

Everyone only received one order, to assemble towards the Don River Bridge.

The French army behind them had no idea what was happening to the French army in front.

The cold gradually numbed their senses, and many emaciated soldiers fell into the muddy water along the way.

No one cares about them, everyone thinks that as long as they return to the West Bank, it will be a victory.

From division commanders to ordinary privates, everyone moves forward under this belief.

No one rides a horse, or rather no one dares to ride a horse.

Everyone knows that riding a horse saves effort, but everyone also knows that riding a horse will be heavily cared for by machine guns.

It will even attract the attention of those 25mm rapid-fire cannons.

If caught by that thing, both humans and horses will be smashed into pieces.

Ahead is a place ten kilometers away from the Don Bridge, and flares are constantly rising into the sky on the horizon.

Make the rainy night look like day!

Under the pale magnesium light, the muddy water was strewn with corpses.

The corpses were mixed with mud and water, making it impossible to tell their numbers.

But the hands and thighs that were propped up were as numerous as the reeds on the banks of the Don River.

"Charge! If you charge over, you will win. If you charge over, you will be France." The officers mustered up their last strength and led the soldiers, howling and firing.

Some soldiers opened and closed their mouths, they no longer had the energy to howl.

They were trembling and charging like a pack of lone wolves.

Then, the sound of tearing linen would be heard from the Ming army's position.

People fell to the ground piece by piece like wheat.

Many people stepped on the dead people and fell into the mud.

Many people did not stand up again, the mud and cold almost drained all the strength from their bodies.

If you stand up, you will be shot to death by a machine gun. If you lie down like this, you will die, but it will be a little colder.

Before others give up on them, they themselves have given up hope of survival.

Hundreds of thousands of people are like hundreds of thousands of moths flying into the flames.

The Ming army's machine guns fired all night long and never stopped for a moment.

It's daybreak, but the rain hasn't stopped yet.

On the muddy land, there are hands and feet sticking out of the water.

There were so many corpses in some places that they were stacked on two or three levels.

The rainwater in that area turned a shocking crimson color.

The crimson rainwater meanders and merges into the roaring Don River.

Ming army soldiers huddled inside tanks and armored vehicles, wearing winter cotton-padded clothes and cotton hats on their heads.

They even wore gloves on their hands.

Next to the tanks and armored vehicles, countless bullet casings were scattered.

There was no smoke on the battlefield at this time, only endless cold.

Compared to the failure on the east bank, the attack on the west bank went extremely smoothly.

The French army occupied the west bank of the Don River without wasting a single shot.

Those damn Ming troops retreated!

At dawn, the Ming army and the French army faced each other across the Don River, and no one had any intention of attacking.

The Don River Bridge stretches across the raging floods, with Ming and French troops stationed on both sides of the bridge.

They were in harmony and didn't even shoot at each other.

Of course, no one is thinking of blowing up the Don Bridge.

The Ming army did not do this, and neither did the French army.

The tank moved slowly through the mud, trying to find anyone still alive.

Behind the tank is an armored vehicle ready to load people!

Not many people were found, to be precise, not many living people were found.

French corpses were everywhere, their already pale skin made even whiter by the rain.

Some people were killed by gunfire, and some were killed by landmines.

Many more people fell down in the mud and froze to death because of exhaustion.
Chapter completed!