Dulong may refer to:
- Dulong people or Derung people
- Dulong language
- Dulong River in the Southeast of Tibet
Usage examples of "dulong".
So he could not lose, so long as the pawns did what they were supposed to do, and one of those pawns was Major Henri Dulong, the second in command of the 31st Leger, one of the crack French light infantry units in Portugal.
The 31st knew it was good, but none of its soldiers was the equal of Dulong, who was famous throughout the army.
So while the dragoons made a noose about the village and the Quinta, Dulong would capture the hill.
Major Dulong had a black mark across the bridge of his nose and a scowl just as dark.
But Major Dulong was not accustomed to failure and the repulse on the hilltop had hurt his pride.
The Brigadier, amused by the woman's effect on the artillery officer, leaned forward to accept a candle from Major Dulong that he used to light a cigar.
Six men went down in the first few seconds and Dulong's response was to lead the others on, to overwhelm the fort with manpower, but more rifles cracked, more smoke drifted from the hilltop, more bullets thumped home and Dulong understood what he had only appreciated before through lectures: the menace of a rifled barrel.
Dulong shouted at his men to fire at the green-jacketed enemy, but the musket shots sounded feeble and the balls went wide and still the rifle shots slashed home and his men were reluctant to climb onto the narrow part of the ridge so Dulong, knowing that example was all, and reckoning that a lucky man might possibly survive the rifle fire and reach the redoubts, decided to set an example.
Sharpe looked at Dulong, recognized him as the officer who had led so bravely up the hill, and then felt sorry that a good man had climbed back up the hill alongside a traitor.
Sharpe looked at Dulong again and he wondered if there was a look of warning in the Frenchman's eyes.
He spoke in French to Dulong who nodded at Sharpe, who nodded back, then Christopher threw away the half-smoked cigar, turned on his heel and went.
Now, at the old bridge called Ponte Nova, where the French retreat was blocked, Dulong had been summoned to Marshal Soult because the Marshal had been told that this was the best and bravest soldier in all his army.
Soult walked with Dulong up a small knoll from where they could see the bridge with its two beams, and see and hear the jeering ordenanga beyond.
The Portuguese muskets, Dulong knew, would be soaked and the men behind them chilled to the bone.
Two columns, fifty men in each, and Dulong told them they must run across the bridge and he led the right-hand column, his saber drawn, and the only sounds were the river hissing beneath, the wind shrieking in the rocks, the pounding of their feet and a brief scream as one man slipped and fell into the Cavado.