Zuo Zongtang is gone!
Heavy rain fell not only in Yingtian, but also in Zhongdu.
In the imperial palace of Zhongdu, Emperor Zhu seemed to be in a low mood.
"Why……"
Looking at the heavy rain outside the window, Emperor Zhu sighed. His sigh was for Zuo Zongtang.
"This is what the other world owes you!"
The reason why Emperor Zhu said this was because of the extraordinary contributions made by Zuo Zongtang in another world. He put down the Hui Rebellion, saved more than tens of millions of people in the northwest, recovered Xinjiang, and reclaimed millions of square kilometers of territory.
Despite such extraordinary achievements, his final posthumous title was just "Wenxiang". Even so, some people still think that this is a high posthumous title because Zuo Zongtang was not from an imperial examination background.
Gao Shi, this is Gao Shi!
Perhaps, in their eyes, the great feat of saving tens of millions of people and recovering millions of square kilometers is not as great as the achievement of killing tens of millions of people and massacring several cities.
Yes, in the eyes of those people, recovering lost territory is not a merit, at most it is labor. Only preserving the country of the Qing Dynasty is a merit, a great achievement, and worthy of the posthumous title of "Wenzheng".
Even later on, there were still people shouting, "Left-wing butcher killed tens of millions of people in the northwest." All I can say is... he killed too few people!
"Goodbye, Lord Wen Zheng..."
Emperor Zhu, standing in the corridor, looked at the heavy rain outside and said while talking to himself.
"We should notify the Tang Dynasty and ask them to build a memorial archway and write a biography for Zuo Wenzhenggong in his hometown!"
Yes, something must be done! If he didn't enjoy the reputation after his death in the other world, he must be given fairness in this world.
On this day, a heavy rain enveloped the entire Zhongdu. On this day, the whole city was silent. The national flag in front of Chengtian Gate of the Forbidden City was lowered to half-mast. On this day, the whole country, including the imperial troops fighting in North America and France, also lowered their flags to half-mast.
This was the second state funeral for the Ming Empire.
For many soldiers, they were just participants in the state funeral, but for Zuo Xiaokuan, commander of the 11th Army, what he felt was heart-wrenching pain. After the ceremony, looking at the flagpole at half-mast, tears streamed down his face.
"Dad, I am an unfilial son. Since ancient times, it has been difficult to be both loyal and filial. When I win in the future, I will go to your grave to apologize..."
Although there was no rule of "three years of mourning" in the Ming Empire, officials were still given a vacation of about one to half a month. However, it was wartime now, and as a military commander, Zuo Xiaokuan could not return home. All he could do was to offer sacrifices to his father from a distance.
Soon, Zuo Xiaokuan, who had calmed down, walked into the military headquarters. For him, like for everyone else, this funeral was just a strategic matter. The most important thing now was the task at hand.
He asked as soon as he entered the military department.
"How's it going? Has Sevastopol been taken?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Army Chief of Staff Weng Heyi said.
"The troops are attacking now. The U.S. military's defense is very tenacious. The troops have been attacking for seven consecutive days. The soldiers are very tired now..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zuo Xiaokuan spoke.
"We are tired, but the enemy is even more tired. Let's work harder and fight for tomorrow..."
After looking at his watch, Zuo Xiaokuan said in an unquestionable tone.
"Take Sevastopol before 6 p.m. tomorrow!"
Once again, the earth shook violently.
With an order, hundreds of cannons roared again. Under the cover of powerful artillery fire, the assault troops attacked in multiple directions synchronously with the artillery fire. Unlike the French-created infantry assault artillery in France, which fired continuously and the front assault troops suffered casualties at the cost of their own firepower, the assault units of the Imperial Legion kept a distance of 100 meters from the artillery fire. When they approached the enemy's front line, the originally fierce artillery fire immediately extended deep into the enemy's territory.
This tactic is a test of both one's own artillery skills and assault troops' tactics, especially the tactics of the infantry, because if one is not careful they will be caught in one's own artillery fire. For this reason, assault troops are often the most elite troops.
Under the cover of artillery fire, dozens of attack teams leaped up and rushed towards the enemy positions with overwhelming force. Thousands of mortar shells exploded in the US positions, and heavy grenades weighing more than ten kilograms were like blasting tubes, blowing away the barbed wire that blocked the infantry's attack. The heavy machine guns that suppressed the enemy's firepower spit out fire dragons, and the assault troops launched a brave attack with unstoppable force.
For a moment, the battlefield was filled with smoke and shrapnel flew everywhere. When the artillery fire extended backwards, the soldier who rushed to the front threw two grenades at the American positions before engaging the enemy. At the same time, soldiers were constantly shot and fell. Although the artillery fire was very fierce, there were still many fortifications that were not destroyed, and the American machine guns continued to fire.
The soldiers rushed forward bravely, and many of them fell in front of the US military positions, and their blood dyed the land red which was a little hot from the artillery shells.
When the attack was blocked, the grenadiers carrying heavy grenades immediately crawled forward, approached the US military's firing point in the hail of bullets, and then threw out Thor's hammer with up to 2 kilograms of explosives with all their might.
This thing is simply the best weapon for destroying enemies. Not to mention ordinary civil engineering works, even tanks can't withstand its attack.
At the moment when the "Thor's Hammer" thrown by the grenadiers exploded, the commandos finally rushed into the US trenches. Under the intensive artillery fire and grenade killing in the trenches, the remaining US troops suffered heavy losses, but they did not sit back and wait for death. Instead, they jumped out of the trenches at the shouts of the officers, launched a counterattack, and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the attacking forces.
All of a sudden, two huge waves of green and khaki on the battle line collided on the scorching ground, and at the moment of impact, streams of blood-red blood burst out.
"kill……"
Amidst the shouts and cries of killing, the submachine guns in the hands of the non-commissioned officers became decorations and burdens in such close combat. Although the fierce firepower of the submachine guns could knock down large groups of enemies, the flying bullets would kill their own people while killing the enemies. In this melee, bayonets, gun stocks and even engineering shovels became the most powerful weapons.
Andekai, who was rushing in the front, was like an ordinary soldier, waving an engineer shovel and rushing towards the enemy while howling. Although the engineer shovel was very short, it could play an unexpected role at this time. In his hands, the engineer shovel was like a saber, a weapon to kill the enemy and behead him.
"kill!"
With a "bang", at the moment when the engineer shovel hit the enemy, he even heard the sound of bones breaking. Although there was an enemy rushing towards him with a rifle more than one meter long, facing the shining bayonet, he still rushed forward desperately.
This is hand-to-hand combat!
The fight between bayonets was originally a struggle of will. Only the side with strong will could win. The two sides used bayonets, rifle butts and engineer shovels to fight in the American positions. The grenadiers who jumped into the trenches, because they had no time to take out their guns, even waved long-handled grenades in their hands, like waving hammers, shouting and hitting the enemy's body and head with grenades in the trenches.
For a moment, all of them were like demons rushing out of hell. They roared, brandished the most primitive weapons, and fought with the enemy...
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