Ding Si didn't know whether the tears or blood flowing out of his eyes were tears. He waved the flag and was followed by a group of pale-faced brothers. They had no choice but to move forward all the way.
"Revenge! We must rush forward to avenge our brothers. We must pull a few backers before we die! Even if we have to exchange one life for another, we cannot be timid!"
"Whoa, what a fool, are you stupid! I coughed twice. Why are you grabbing the flag? Don't you know that the one who carries the flag is the most likely to die? You are dying for me."
"Brother, I owe you a life. I have to kill a few more Rakshasa ghosts to pay you back, oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ahwssss." Ding Si was almost crying and rushing forward, rushing forward!
What Ding Si encountered was just a microcosm of the dense charging military formation. Now all the officers do not care about the casualty rate. They were already mentally prepared in the previous military council and wanted to fight professional murderers like Vladivostok. Undead Not to mention unrealistic.
As the first division was to attack, Chu Zhao had placed his command post at the forefront of the position. His soldiers were fighting a hundred meters in front, and stray bullets from a distance could miss his command post.
"Reported that the second regiment on the left suffered heavy casualties, and the impact was obviously slowing down."
"Reporting that the commander of the fourth battalion was killed in action, the deputy battalion commander now exercises command authority"
"Report to the division commander"
Chu Zhao's fist hit the shell box. "I don't want to listen to the number of casualties. We have already mentioned everything in the previous mobilization meeting. Casualties are unavoidable. Let them continue fighting according to the original plan."
"Listen to me clearly. Even if the entire army is annihilated, we must open a charge gap for the subsequent offensive echelons. You are all dead. I'm here!"
"Damn it, after this battle, if I find that the corpse on the battlefield is head-first, I will twist off his commander's head!"
"Yes, sir." The messenger turned and ran away. At this time, the roar of cannons suddenly sounded on the battlefield, and the only remaining field artillery in the city began to fight back.
Explosions occurred one after another in the crowd, and craters connected one after another. Gaps were opened one after another in the charging military formation, but no one hesitated. Those gaps were quickly filled by the following soldiers. They stepped on the corpses of friendly troops and started Rush upward.
One hundred and fifty meters, one hundred meters, eighty meters, seventy meters, the higher you go, the more people will die. One thousand, two thousand, three thousand, four thousand, a heavy armored division just rushed to the village wall seven Ten meters away, four thousand people were killed.
Only now do these volunteers know what war is. The Rakshasa Musketeers in front of them are raining bullets and the enemy is firing fast and hard.
The wave of people rushing up was being depleted at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the end of the fight, the soldiers in the team were almost running and crying. They were rushing up the city shouting the names of the folks who died in the battle.
What's even more miserable are the soldiers who were injured but were unable to move forward at all. They dragged their legs that were blown off and crawled forward on the ground. They touched a head and found it was one of their own countrymen. They touched a broken arm and looked at it again. Looks so familiar.
"Oh my God! What kind of war are we fighting! Why did so many people die? What kind of country did we build! Why is it so difficult! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
After all, people are not machines. They also know fear in the cruel killings, and the courage they have accumulated will be exhausted. When the team rushed to 60 meters, the commanders clearly felt that the soldiers could not run anymore, and the force of the charge was unexpected. Weakened.
"No! The morale of the First Division is showing signs of collapse! Oh my God, their casualties are too great." The Second Division is almost ready for battle at this moment, although it is still far from the scheduled time for their charge. It was only a quarter of an hour, but Lu Ying, commander of the Second Division, could no longer sit still.
"The whole army is ready. Let's attack to support our friendly army Chu Zhao. You wait for me." Before he finished speaking, a loud bell-like voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Lu Ying! Who asked you to change the battle plan without authorization? You waited for me before it was time to attack!"
"General! General Xiang, look, the First Division can no longer withstand it. If we continue to kill, we will lose more than half of our casualties."
"Fart! If there are more than half of the casualties, that's a total of five thousand people! How many enemies can there be? Altogether, they are only over ten thousand. Is there anything we can't fight?" Xiang Shaolong roared.
"Afraid of dead people? If you are afraid of dead people, your troops will not be able to fight. If you are not dead, you will always be a bunch of motley crew! The best soldiers in the world are not born from dead people!"
"Don't I know the casualties are high? Do you think I'm blind?" Xiang Shaolong sprayed foam in Lu Ying's face. "But have you ever thought about it? This is the moment when the First Division gathers its military spirit. They If they can break through this barrier on their own, they will have the pride of being a winner in the future!"
"If they rely on reinforcements to get through the difficulties today, then whenever they encounter danger in the future, they will want reinforcements, and they will become a useless army that can only fight with the wind!"
"Compassion does not control soldiers, justice does not control wealth! Either the entire first division will be wiped out and die on top, or you can beat out the military soul for me!"
"Even if there are only three thousand veterans left in the end, with this group of backbones, I can expand them to the strength of an army! But the military spirit cannot be lost, the military spirit must be maintained!"
Xiang Shaolong's roar shocked all the officers and soldiers present dumbfounded. At this moment, the second division could only watch with pale faces as the first division attacked the city like ants.
Finally, they rushed to fifty meters. Within this distance, the two sides could already see each other's faces. With a cruel smile on their faces, the Tsarist Russian commander on the opposite side suddenly waved and roared loudly.
Almost at the same time, dense copper sounds suddenly emitted from the four hidden bunkers on the wall.
Chug tug tug tug tug
Four tongues of fire rushed toward the charging crowd, and a large area of the leading volunteer army was swept away like wheat.
"Gatling! Damn you bastards, they hid four Gatlings!"
"How can we fight like this? Oh my god, isn't this just recruiting people? Those people's lives will be filled up! I don't want this country anymore, can I go home? I'll go home! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
After all, they had only trained for one winter, and the habits of the common people that had lasted half a lifetime were coming out again at this moment. There were actually sounds of people running for their lives in the military formation. The morale and morale of the First Division were on the verge of collapse.
Chu Zhao yelled something bad. He threw away the telescope in his hand and took out the revolver from his waist. "Divisional security company, follow me and press forward! Tell me where are the Chinese veterans! Stand up for those who are still alive." , fight over!"
The division commander went into battle in person, the guard company and even the staff in the division headquarters went into battle, and a voice calling for veterans instantly sounded in the team.
