Chapter 903 Flag (3rd update, please subscribe)
What are the rules of the game?
In essence, it is still the law of the jungle, but in the past this rule was made by the British and Europeans. But what about now?
The Ming Dynasty will also become the maker of the rules of the game and even the dominant one.
And what is the dominant factor?
Of course it is by force!
The cannon is the axiom!
Bombard, bombard continuously!
In the past days, the Ming Dynasty either used heavy artillery to bombard or airships to bomb.
And for the past three days, the bombardment of heavy artillery has become the only sound here.
This is the Montevideo front. After several heavy rains, the trenches turned into mud pits, with water and mud everywhere, and rats swimming in the mud pits.
Like all the soldiers on the front line, Zhao Zhuokun squatted at the bottom of the muddy trench, smoking in the mud and waiting for orders.
Twenty-three-year-old Zhao Zhuokun was an ordinary citizen of Ruzhou in the Qing Dynasty four months ago, struggling on the brink of life and death due to hunger. Later, like many people, he jumped on a train and took a boat to immigrate to the Ming Dynasty.
Now he is a private first class in the first squad, second platoon, ninth company, third battalion, seventy-third regiment, twenty-first division, third army of the Ming Empire Army.
The monthly military pay is 10 yuan, and the battlefield allowance is 10 cents a day...
Even now, Zhao Zhuokun can still recite his military pay by heart. When he was in his hometown of Ruzhou, he could not earn a dime even if he worked himself to death, let alone military pay. Moreover, here he was provided with food, three meals a day, not only was he full every day, but he could also eat meat every day.
After a few months, Zhao Zhuokun, who used to be pale and thin, not only had a rosy complexion, but also gained a lot of weight and became stronger.
This is a parallel trench less than 300 meters away from the Brazilian army's front line. In front of it is the Brazilian army's defense line. Under continuous artillery bombardment, there are craters everywhere near the Brazilian army's trenches, which have destroyed everything.
All the barbed wire, trenches, and bunkers were destroyed in the shelling and bombing.
When he first arrived here, Zhao Zhuokun had stood on the trench and looked at the situation on the other side. There were barbed wire, neat breastworks, and fortifications everywhere. But now? All he saw was just ruins.
"I don't know when we can kill them!"
Standing in ankle-deep mud, Yue Zhuokun heard the squad leader complaining.
"I only have one thought now, go over there and kill all those slave owners, and then take a nice hot bath."
"I'm still taking a bath. I'll be satisfied if I can just soak my feet..."
On the battlefield, everyone's demands have been reduced to the lowest level. At the beginning, there may have been some thoughts, but now? Washing feet has become a luxury.
At this moment, a sound like "the howling of a wild boar" was heard again in the air.
"It's a 240 mortar!"
The reason why this mortar was called "flying pig" in the Ming Army was because its shells made a sound similar to the "howl of a wild boar" when flying, which was the sound of an 81.6-kilogram shell cutting through the sky.
This large-caliber mortar is the largest mortar of the Ming army. Although its range is only two kilometers, its power is amazing and enough to destroy any fortifications.
The next moment, in the earth-shattering explosion, dozens of huge clouds of smoke blew up from the Brazilian army's positions, and the distorted trenches became even more distorted. In the smoke of the explosion, some Brazilian soldiers were blown up into the sky. They were torn apart and thrown into the air like rag dolls...
The bombardment became more and more intense.
Just then, the battalion commander arrived.
"Everyone get ready, the attack will begin in half an hour!"
The attack began. Although everyone was looking forward to it before, when the order was given, people became a little nervous. Zhao Zhuokun's palms were sweating with nervousness. He saw the platoon leader standing on the ladder, looking up at the top of the trench.
Suddenly, accompanied by a violent explosion and an earth-shaking sound, a strong wind blew over their heads. Zhao Zhuokun felt for the first time the impact of the 240mm artillery shell explosion. Several of his comrades even sat down on the ground without paying attention.
"Damn it, I knew that this is the only thing about the mortar... its accuracy is not good!"
Old Ma sat up from the mud and carefully wiped the muddy rifle with his sleeve, cursing as he wiped.
"If you miss the target with that thing, it will cost us our lives!"
Goudan, who was covered in mud, held his rifle and stared at the trench nervously.
Suddenly, shrill military bugle calls came from several directions, and the Suzaku flag with the company number printed on it was raised from the trench. The company and platoon leaders raised their revolvers and shouted loudly under the Suzaku flag.
“Quick, quick…”
There was no need to listen to what they were shouting at this time, everyone knew that it was time to set off.
"Brothers, follow me!"
The squad leader yelled at the top of his lungs, stepped onto the wooden ladder beside the trench, held the ladder with one hand, held the rifle with the other, and jumped out of the trench in two or three steps. In front of him was the Brazilian army's defense line shrouded in smoke - the defense line had long been filled with bullet holes in the continuous artillery and bombing.
On the endless battle line, soldiers poured out of the trenches like ants, and countless red flags with red backgrounds fluttered and rolled on the black ground. At this moment, the squad leader ran to Zhao Zhuokun and kicked him:
"Son of a bitch, what are you doing? Follow me, quickly."
Everyone was running forward in a skirmish formation, their target being the Brazilian trenches. As long as they rushed there and occupied the trenches, they would have completed their mission.
A distance of two hundred meters is not far.
In front of them were bomb craters of varying sizes, many of which were filled with rainwater.
“Boom! Boom…”
Almost as soon as they came out of the trenches, the Brazilian mortars started firing. Shells exploded among the soldiers from time to time, and mud, water and debris flew across the battlefield.
In front of them, Brazilian bullets rained down, hitting the ground and creating splashes of mud. Several soldiers fell down just after they had rushed out a dozen meters. The flag bearer holding the military flag suddenly paused and fell to the ground.
Flag, at the moment the flag fell, Zhao Zhuokun thought of what the officers said when he was in the recruit camp, the military flag must not fall! The military flag is flying!
The flag cannot fall. Looking at the fallen military flag, Zhao Zhuokun stepped forward to pick it up without hesitation. In just three or two steps, he rushed over and raised the Suzaku flag again - that was their battle flag.
"kill!"
Zhao Zhuokun, who was holding the military flag, turned back and shouted like a fallen flag-bearer. His expression was excited, and the high-raised Suzaku flag fluttered in the wind.
With the flag in his hand, he suddenly accelerated and rushed to the front of the entire company.
Flag bearer!
They are the soldiers with the highest death rate.
The flag bearer is the vanguard and must be at the front.
Moreover, the flag bearer is the enemy's priority target. Everyone knows that when the flag falls, the enemy's morale will also fall.
In the twisted and deformed trenches, the Brazilians' guns kept emitting captivating flashes in front of the soldiers. Zhao Zhuokun, who was rushing in the front, only felt the bullets whizzing past his ears and hitting him in front and under his feet.
The bullets seemed to be aimed at him, but they were avoiding him. It seemed that the Suzaku flag was protecting him.
But at this moment, he felt a heat in his chest, as if something had penetrated his body. There was no pain, no other feeling. When it flew out, he only felt that all the strength in his body was taken away by it, and he fell down involuntarily.
When Zhao Zhuokun was about thirty or forty meters away from the enemy's trench, he was shot and fell to the ground. However, he did not fall down, but knelt there leaning on the flagpole.
He knelt there, holding the flag in his hand, like an unshakable statue. The flag fluttered in the wind in the smoke. In the next moment, the soldiers passed by him and rushed towards the Brazilian position. A soldier who passed by him raised the flag again. The raised flag continued to move forward in the smoke. No one in the world could stop him from moving forward...
(End of this chapter)
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