Chapter 39: Undercurrents

Under the double blow of artillery and machine guns, the Germans finally stopped the charge, leaving about 1,000 corpses in front of the position.

Compared to the losses of the Germans, the French and Chinese soldiers paid a negligible price, with only a dozen killed and dozens wounded. One Chinese soldier was killed and 12 were wounded.

This was the first time that Chinese soldiers engaged in trench warfare, because the shooting posture was not skilled enough or they were too selfless in the course of the battle, and many Chinese soldiers got up to shoot regardless of the danger, which led to so many casualties.

Although the casualties of more than a dozen are not many, considering that the number of Chinese soldiers is only 180, the proportion of casualties is not small. Combined with the hand-to-hand fighting in the morning, the Chinese soldiers had already lost 5 dead and 25 wounded, with a casualty ratio of nearly 20 percent.

Fortunately, most of the wounded were minor injuries, only one was shot in the chest, one was more serious when one hand was interrupted in hand-to-hand combat, and the rest were minor injuries, and they could continue to fight with a simple bandage.

Even so, Qin Zhiyuan still did not dare to be careless, and summoned Qin Zhisheng, Liu Zizheng, Chen Kangjian, and Ge Lifu to hold a short meeting, and asked them to comfort the Chinese soldiers, encourage morale, and boost morale.

For the establishment of the Chinese group, Qin Zhiyuan already has a plan. Referring to the British and French armies and the Foreign Legion at this time, Qin Zhiyuan's Chinese regiment had three companies, Liu Zizheng, Chen Kangjian and Ge Lifu were each responsible for one, Qin Zhisheng was responsible for logistics, Mao Shibai was responsible for ambulance, as for Zheng Dali, he was a natural artilleryman, and Hu Tingfeng was a natural scout.

Among the people Qin Zhiyuan is familiar with, it is Gao Hongshi and Huang Fugui who can't find a place to place, after some consideration, Qin Zhiyuan left Gao Hongshi, the younger brother, as an adjutant, and then assigned Huang Fugui, the former translator, to be responsible for outreach.

After the distribution, the Chinese regiment had three infantry companies of 50 people, and a logistics company of 180 people, and after Zheng Dali's stubborn fighting, the artillery company also had more than 20 people. Of course, they now have no artillery and can only be used as grenadiers.

"Master Qin, are we officers now?" Chen Kangjian touched the traditional three-bar collar badge (captain) on his chest, a little incredulous.

"That's right, let's do it now, and after a while, we will start to make uniform clothing, and then we will also make a unified corps logo and rank mark, and then we will be considered serious officers of the Sixth Infantry Regiment." Qin Zhiyuan, who was wearing five bars in yellow and white, was a little absent-minded, and he was thinking about the legion emblem and rank insignia.

The French Foreign Legion has its own regimental emblem, which is an exploding cannonball, and each subordinate infantry regiment can also have its own regimental emblem, but it must be designed on the basis of the corps emblem.

"Hehe, Master Qin, what do I mean by these three rules?" Chen Kang touched the three strips of cloth of Huang Bulaji, and the whole 100,000 why.

"Captain!" Qin Zhiyuan sat on a shell box, holding a small book to write and draw, drawing the style of military uniforms and regimental emblems.

"Qin Ye......" Chen Kangjian wanted to ask again, but was interrupted by hurried footsteps.

"Sir, General Foch wants to talk to you, and he is waiting for you." The Shire posture is standard for standing up and saluting.

"Okay, I'll go right away." Qin Zhiyuan casually returned a military salute, then put the small notebook into the cross-body document bag, thought about it and hung the document bag on Gao Hongshi's neck next to him, and then followed Xia Er.

After Chen Kangjian waited for Qin Zhiyuan and them to leave, he couldn't help but start to imitate the posture of Xia Erli saluting just now, for Chen Kangjian, although he is already a captain, but if he wants to become a real soldier, Chen Kangjian still has a long way to go.

"Hello, this is Colonel Qin Zhiyuan of the Sixth Infantry Regiment of the Foreign Legion......" Qin Zhiyuan picked up the microphone and announced his name.

After contact with the French in the past few days, Qin Zhiyuan found that whether he put his name in front or his surname in front is the same, as long as the French hear the word "Qin", they will naturally call him "China", in this case, Qin Zhiyuan no longer deliberately, simply get it.

"Hello Mr. Colonel, please wait." A gentle female voice came from the other end of the phone.

Qin Zhiyuan knew that this was the operator or secretary next to Foch. Although Foch took the initiative to call, Qin Zhiyuan would not be so arrogant that he thought that he had the qualifications to make Foch wait.

"Hmm...... Hello Qin, I'm Foch. A slightly deep baritone voice came from the other end of the line.

"Hats off, General Foch." Although separated by the telephone line, Qin Zhiyuan still knocked on his heels, accompanied by a heel kicking motion, trying to make Foch feel his respect.

"Hello, Colonel." It sounded like Foch felt Qin Zhiyuan's respect, and his voice raised slightly: "Here, I formally inform you that your Sixth Infantry Regiment is now under the command of General Michelet of the Tenth Army, you must lead your troops to hold the line you are on, there is a French army approaching you, before this force arrives, you must keep your position, not to be handed over to anyone, understand?" It's anyone. ”

The word "anyone" has a rich meaning, thinking of the British reinforcements that Bastian gave when he withdrew, Qin Zhiyuan understood the meaning of this sentence.

"Yes, General! I understood my task to secure the positions until the arrival of French reinforcements, after which no one would be given positions. Qin Zhiyuan replied sonorously.

"Very well, Mr. Colonel, if you complete this mission, you may set a record, the fastest to become a general. Of course, your deeds of rescuing 135 soldiers in the rear in a row have already been recorded, and it is certain that you have a well-deserved medal. If you complete this mission, I can promise you that you will get a second one, and a heavy one. In order to ensure that Qin Zhiyuan can fight to the death, Foch can be regarded as having invested enough money, not only promising the future of a general, but also promising the honor of two medals.

"Yes, General! Guaranteed completion of the task. Qin Zhiyuan thought for a while, and added a slogan of the Foreign Legion: "Courage and discipline!" ”

"Very well, Colonel, I look forward to your performance, and when this battle is completed, I will be waiting for you with General Mishele in Yalang, and I will personally award you the medal when the time comes." Foch was so satisfied that his voice became a little brighter.

Ferdinand Foch, the current commander-in-chief of Army Group North, was a very lucky fellow. Before the start of the war, Foch had just been promoted from the commander of the 13th Division to the commander of the Second Army, and then successively served as the commander of the Ninth Army, the commander of the Northern Army Group, the chief of the general staff of the French Army, the adviser to the British and French forces, and the commander-in-chief of the Allied forces.

This is the aura of the protagonist.