There is no humanity in war, and the work of whitewashing it will naturally be done by post-war literati and advocates. What commanders on the battlefield want is victory. Without victory, there is no justice.
The red-haired Axon is not that kind of pedantic general. He does not believe in the morality of war or the benevolence and righteousness that Easterners call it. In his eyes, it is acceptable to kill an enemy by a thousand and suffer a loss of eight hundred, even if it is done by his own hands. It doesn't matter if you send those eight hundred people to hell.
With 30,000 Russian troops fighting against more than 2,000 defenders, there was no suspense about the outcome. If he had followed the knowledge taught in the textbook, Exxon could have fought steadily and used heavy artillery to crack open the hard iron walnuts. There was no need for such a big fanfare. to conduct an infantry assault.
Just by spending a little more time, he can achieve the final victory with the least casualties.
But there is always a demon in Aikeson's heart that is disturbing him, and there is also a hidden worry that worries him.
"How long can Captain Vinya hold off the enemy? How much time can he buy for everyone? Although this has been carefully calculated before, any accident on the battlefield may happen..."
"There is also the worrying situation in the Far East. Since the fleet arrived in the waters of the South China Sea, the latest information from the Far East has been very unsatisfactory. The Far East Volunteer Army's harassment of the Russian garrison has become more and more intense. Now a small group of food requisition troops simply cannot If you dare to leave the city, sometimes you have to use a battalion of troops to get one or two thousand kilograms of food..."
"Assassinations, harassment, fire prevention, traffic disruption...until finally, even a small stronghold was captured by the enemy, and the bad news came that all the garrison troops were killed. The dragon in the Far East is really difficult to deal with..."
Molière, who had been watching the battle, frowned as he looked at Aixon who kept talking to himself. He knew that the young general was under too much pressure at the moment. He thought Aixon was fighting for his cruel orders. regret.
"Sir! It doesn't have to be like this. Every effort is made in war. Death is a very common thing... Ending the battle as soon as possible so that more soldiers don't have to die is the true mercy for a commander! "
Aikeson shook his head with a wry smile, "I don't have that kind of pedantic kindness. I'm actually asking for trouble. I'm obviously just the commander of this battle, but I always want to control the entire East Asia grand strategy... It seems like this is a disease and needs to be cured!”
Pfft... Molière almost choked to death on that sip of coffee. He thought that the Exxon woman was suffering from a benevolent disease, but it turned out that they didn't care about this human life at all. What they were worried about was the strategic situation of Russia as a whole in East Asia. .
"Damn it, this is a disease of nobility! This guy must have studied according to the marshal's standards since childhood, right?"
Molière was really right. Ixon was born and raised with the golden key. When he was a child, other children still peed on the mud. He could already sit naked on the map of Russia and play war games with tin soldiers. .
When children from poor families are dreaming of making more money in the future so that they can eat beef and potatoes every time, Ackerson has already idolized Prussia's legendary Chief of Staff Moltke and the iron-blooded Prime Minister Baseball McDonald. Instead.
The aristocratic elites educated in this way are really excellent, but they really have no human taste at all.
Aikeson took the bitter coffee from Moliere and drank it in a big gulp, then let out a long breath, "We must end the battle before early morning. We have to give at least six hours to clean up the battlefield, which means tomorrow at 12 noon The fleet must leave this damn island..."
"It's not yet time for the decisive battle with Xiao Letian at sea! Let's unite our troops first, and then think about other things..."
Molière looked at his pocket watch, "There should be no problem. It's not even 12 o'clock yet, and the enemy's fortress has been riddled with holes. There's no problem in ending the battle before midnight!"
The shelling in the distance stopped again, the roar of the charging Ula shook the earth, and countless figures were dancing in the light and shadow. The morale of the Russian soldiers did not seem to be shaken by the commander's indiscriminate killing. On the contrary, these young men But annoyed by the increasing casualty rate, they are now eager to end the battle.
"Breakthrough! Commander, look... a corner of the enemy's position has been breached, and what seems to be flying is our battle flag..."
What Molière said was not wrong at all. The artillery fire that did not distinguish between ourselves and the enemy directly caused Hyoutaro of the Batto Camp to lose track. Due to the lack of command from the commander, the entire Batto Battalion suddenly responded improperly, and the enemy charged. The defense line was torn apart, and the brutal melee fighting in the trenches began again.
The ground was shaking, the sky was burning, and people were shouting wildly everywhere. When Hyoutaro pushed aside the body of the guard and emerged from the more than ten centimeters of soil, what he saw was hell.
His own soldiers were smashed to pieces by the strong Rakshasa ghosts. The double-headed eagle flag fluttering on the position was so majestic that the Cziku Fortress had become a big burning torch at this moment.
No matter how unwilling Hyoutaro was in his heart, he had to admit at this moment that the trenches could no longer be defended, and the Bingziku Fortress officially fell before midnight.
"Hehehe..." Hyoutaro smiled like a devil. He trotted unsteadily, ignoring the bullets flying in front of him and behind him.
"You want my position? Okay, okay, are you ready? Hahaha..."
"Battalion Commander, be careful..." A soldier suddenly rushed out from a dark corner of the battlefield, hugging Hyoutarou and dragging him to the unbroken trench. When they reached a safe place, the soldiers discovered that Hyoutarou's back had been shot four times by artillery shells. Five long wounds, gaping like a baby's mouth.
"One company of troops will escort the battalion commander to retreat, and the rest of the brothers will stay here..."
"No..." Hyoutaro grabbed the guard's arm, "I won't leave. Even if I want to leave, I have to shoot out the last bullet... Let Gatling's firepower block the entrance to the No. 6 ammunition depot. We still have to go." We have the final trump card!”
Hyotaro led a group of guards through the pile of corpses. Gatling's barrage in the distance was covering their flanks. All Russian troops who tried to intercept them halfway were torn into pieces.
Ammunition depot No. 6 has now been half emptied. In the deepest part of the ammunition box, a huge iron box is sleeping quietly in the corner. When you pry open the iron lock, there are four cans inside that exude a murderous aura. Sleeping like a little devil.
"White phosphorus incendiary bombs! Our treasure! These are evil weapons strictly prohibited by the Prime Minister because they are too dangerous and because they are too cruel..."
"But I just like this cruelty. Watching the enemy scream in the phosphorus fire, this is the most beautiful scenery that I have to relive in my dreams! Hahaha, I thought I would use these treasures until at least two o'clock in the morning... But I can not wait anymore!"
"We can't wait..."
Note: How sad! It's really sad! I actually broke the keyboard. It was a genuine cherry green switch imported from Germany! The quality is good...it shows how hard I use the keyboard.
Now I am not used to typing in a notebook, and my hands are so uncomfortable that they are about to break. I remember I still owe you a chapter, so I have to supply it to you tomorrow.
