Chapter 1191 (First update, please subscribe)
gunfire!
Fierce artillery fire once again swept the battlefield. The once mighty Suihua Fort had been blown beyond recognition in the artillery fire. Among the broken walls, the surviving soldiers were like wounded beasts, licking their wounds in the darkness.
The battlefield was silent, and the survivors were licking their wounds in the trenches and bunkers.
But the dead can talk!
In front of the position, between the broken barbed wire and among the bodies of the Russians, lay the fallen soldiers of the Kingdom of Heaven. Their khaki uniforms and white uniforms were mixed together, covered by the yellow earth raised by the shells and blended into one. In the face of death, there were neither Chinese nor Romans.
Death is fair.
The broken limbs were blown off by the shells. Some soldiers held their rifles tightly until their death, and many of them maintained the same posture as when they were fighting with the Russians, holding on to the enemy tightly until their death.
"I owe my life to Heaven!"
Li Jie, who was covered in wounds, thought of the words that his platoon leader often said.
In fact, they all owe a life!
Closing his eyes, Li Jie once again recalled the horrifying scenes he had seen as a child: the streets were full of human skeletons and skulls, and around the fields, wherever you could see, there were skulls, skulls, skulls! Wild goats, pigs, and wild dogs roamed the streets. The bodies were not cleared away, and the bodies of the dead were eaten by jackals and dogs...
Living person?
There are no living people in the world, only dead people!
There were dead bodies everywhere. If the Heavenly Kingdom soldiers led by King Yi had not rushed into Gansu, they would probably have all died.
"If you don't want to die, kill those bastards!"
Holding the gun silently, Li Jie once again turned his gaze to the position in front of him. At this time, the position was already in a mess, and the trenches were full of bullet holes.
"Um!"
Meng Guoren looked around and saw wounded soldiers everywhere in the fortress. Deputy Battalion Commander Xu Wenhao was biting the bandage with his teeth and tightly tying the bandage on his arm. Blood was dripping down his sleeve and his uniform was covered in blood.
"Captain, if we die, do you think the thousand-year-old will build a monument for us in the future?"
"I will."
Meng Guoren said that he actually didn't know whether it would be repaired or not. Anyway, he envied the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty because they not only had a Martyrs' Shrine, but also a monument.
However, there is no point in thinking about this now.
Meng Guoren, who had fought for nearly twenty years, had never known that war could be fought like this. The Russians' shells fell like they were free. Each shell could take the life of one or even several brothers.
In fact, when they fought against Yakub Beg and Kokand in the past, they used almost the same tactics, except that the artillery fire was not so fierce. But the Russians were different. They fired at least several thousand artillery shells throughout the day.
"Captain, no matter who survives in the future, please erect a monument for us here."
Xu Wenhao raised his uninjured arm and pointed at the lonely beacon tower in the distance.
"The monument doesn't need to be too big, it just needs to remember the brothers of the Third Battalion of the Eighteenth Regiment of the Sixth Division. The brothers are all famous men..."
“Woo…”
At this time, accompanied by the sound of artillery in the distance, a dull whistling sound flew over from far to near. It was a heavy grenade fired by the old Russian mortar, weighing 50 kilograms. Although its initial velocity was slow, it was powerful. It played an extremely important role in the attack on Turkey, but now it was wreaking havoc on this land.
"boom!……"
As the whistling sound stopped, continuous and violent explosions immediately sounded on the outer positions of the fortress, raising a large amount of dust and smoke, with whistling fragments everywhere in the dust and smoke. The shockwaves caused by the heavy artillery shells made Liang Laoliu, who was in the middle of it, feel like he was sitting on a boat, which was swaying with the waves.
“Crack!”
Looking at the Russians approaching in a skirmish line from the left and right wings and the front, the shooter operating the machine gun immediately raised the machine gun, and the assistant shooter stared at the front nervously.
"boom!"
The explosion so close to him made the machine gunner instinctively shrink his head to prevent the shrapnel from hitting him. The dirt particles falling on his body made the machine gunner's heart tighten, but he still aimed his gun at the approaching Russians, staring at the enemies who were lined up in a skirmish line, crouching and rushing towards him with rifles in hand.
"Ulla!"
Amid the explosions came thunderous shouts. Just like in the past, the Russians were shouting and cheering again.
Once upon a time, with such shouts, they destroyed one Turkish line of defense after another, captured one Turkish fortress after another, and sent those shouting Turks to hell.
Now, these Russians never doubted that they would soon capture the fortress and hoist the eagle flag of the Roman Empire on it.
"The Russians are coming!"
"Hold on!"
"Hold on! Get closer..."
Seeing the Russians getting closer and closer, only the shouts of the officers could be heard amid the sound of artillery fire. Although the Heavenly Kingdom Army had been transformed into a modern legion under the training of the Imperial Advisory Group, the soldiers' marksmanship was very average. After all, they did not have many bullets for training, which was why close-range shooting was necessary.
Put the enemy right under your eyelids and shoot at his nose.
"Hold on! Come closer!"
Through the front line filled with gunpowder, Liang Laoliu could almost see the faces of those old Russians. He still shouted loudly for his brothers to hold on. Their past combat experience made them never doubt the words that the instructors kept emphasizing - put the enemy nose to nose, and then give them a more fatal blow!
"It's right under my nose..."
When he saw that the shouting Russians were less than a hundred meters away, Li Jie aimed his rifle and shouted loudly.
"Hold on! Don't shoot unless you hit my nose! Get ready!"
It’s not time yet, it hasn’t hit the nose yet.
"Ulla! Ulla!"
The Russians, who were in a skirmish line at a close distance, obviously could no longer contain their nervousness. They fired aimlessly in the direction of the trenches. The chaotic gunshots and their shouts echoed in the air.
“Crack!”
When they were close enough to almost see the faces and eye color of the Russian soldiers, the soldiers picked up grenades and stared at the approaching Russians. Their suppressed and nervous hearts made them expect the Russians to speed up their pace.
"shot!"
Finally, at nose-to-nose distance, with the shouts of the officers and the intensive gunfire, hundreds of grenades were thrown at almost at the same time by the soldiers with all their strength. In the fierce gunfire and explosions, hundreds of Russian soldiers fell in an instant. The machine gunner pulled the trigger, and under the intensive firepower of the machine gun, balls of blood burst out in the white uniforms of the Russians.
"Bang!"
Shooting at a distance right up to the nose, without even aiming, a 7.5mm bullet hit the enemy's chest. The impact of the bullet made the Russian guy's shoulder snap back, and then he fell down.
“Crash!”
After hitting the enemy with one shot, Li Jie quickly turned sideways and reloaded the bullet. The Type 70 rifle, which was usually well maintained, was operated quite smoothly.
"Ulla!"
When Li Jie raised his gun again, a Russian soldier howled and rushed towards him with a rifle. The tip of the bayonet, shining coldly, almost touched his forehead.
"Bang!"
Li Jie pulled the trigger in horror, and the bullet hit the Russian soldier's chest accurately. The splattering blood almost splashed all over him, and the Russian soldier who was charging fell directly into the trench.
Before he could come to his senses, another figure came into his sight. It was a Russian!
Almost instinctively, he rushed forward with his bayonet at his side. As the bayonets collided, shouts of killing echoed across the battlefield. The battle of blood and will unfolded in the most primitive way. Shouts surged in the air, and bayonets collided in the air. At this moment, everyone turned into wild beasts. Their faces were hideous, and they had only one thought in their minds - kill the enemy! Or be killed by the enemy!
(End of this chapter)
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