After breaking through the first wall of defense, the war seemed to suddenly become smoother. Countless Rakshasa soldiers began to retreat to the south. The volunteers who broke through in the darkness climbed in from every gap that was opened, and the darkness was overwhelming. Like ants attached.
"The general's order is passed, the first division rests on the spot, and the follow-up troops continue the attack... Brothers, your mission has been successfully completed! Leave the rest to our second division..."
"Fart! Why should I go down to rest after I sacrificed my life for a breakthrough? I can't give you all the credit for it! The seriously injured will rest where they are, and those who can move will follow me and kill them!"
Who would listen to the order to retreat when the battle has reached this level? Chu Zhao's troops suffered half casualties and finally reached the point where they can reap the rewards, so a fool would retreat.
The several-kilometer-long defense line was full of running soldiers, and people's ears were filled with the explosions of guns, roars of killing, and heavy breathing from extreme exhaustion.
Behind the battle flags came a tide of soldiers. They began to march along every street, chasing every lone Tsarist Russian soldier. Bullets and bayonets preyed on the slow-footed enemies.
The advance was so smooth. In just half an hour, the combined forces of the First and Second Divisions had already advanced three kilometers. The third division had also begun charging, and the fourth division was warming up. In half an hour, all 40,000 troops will go into battle.
"It's so enjoyable! It's so damn enjoyable!" The commando captain, Fuso Samurai Maori Yigen, led the Fuso Samurai commando team to the forefront. The sword in his hand was full of blood, and there were actually three bloody heads hanging on his waist.
"Military exploits! Hahaha... Blessed by Amaterasu, all these are military exploits! Hahaha..."
The Mori family is the most famous foreign country in the West. The Tokugawa family has been bullied for hundreds of years. Today, they finally have a great opportunity to gain military glory, and they don't want to risk their lives to get it.
Next to Mouri Yigen are two family warriors from the Date family in the northeastern region of Fuso, Date Baixie and Date Kitano. These two people are unwilling to fall behind the southern warriors. At this time, they are desperately hunting down the fish that have slipped through the net. I have to work hard.
"Samurai of the Maori family, don't be arrogant and compete with each other! Let's see who can kill a hundred people first!"
"Hahaha... Poor Northeast warriors, you were a bunch of country bumpkins during the Warring States Period. Do you still want to surpass me today? Let's compete, whoever is afraid of whom!"
Heads represent battle achievements, and heads are summons. In Japanese tradition, heads are the basic means of calculating the merits of samurai. Every time after a war, there is a process of counting heads. When the samurai of the Date family launched a hundred-man-killing challenge, how could the Maori family do it? Don't fight.
Just as the two families were shouting, another commando team ran past them. The leader was Shimazu Asuka, a samurai from the Shimazu family in Kyushu.
When Shimazu Asuka ran past, the eyes of Maori Yigen and the Date family samurai almost popped out of their eyes. They actually discovered that there were five human heads hanging on Shimazu Asuka's waist. They were bumping back and forth as they ran, and the blood was flowing to them. It's ticking.
Looking at the commando soldiers behind Shimazu Asuka, almost all of them had their heads hanging from their waists.
"A bunch of idiots! Merits in battle come from fighting, not from your bickering here! No wonder you can never compare to our Shimazu family! The Satsuma clan is the strongest..."
"Baga, you idiot! If you waste my time, we will kill you too..."
With a bang, the wooden door of a warehouse was kicked open, followed by two gunshots inside, and the bullet grazed Shimazu Asuka's scalp and shot out.
"Yo Xi! There is an ambush here...fire!" The soldier's flat-end rifle fired a volley through the thin wooden wall of the warehouse. Then Shimazu Asuka and four other samurai swung the tachi and rushed in.
After hearing a jingle and a few screams, the battle ended quickly. After a while, the samurai carrying the head came out, and Shimazu Asuka spat on the head of the man in his hand.
"Unlucky, it turns out there are women and children hiding inside..." The long hair was entangled in his hand, and the head of a Tsarist Russian woman was bleeding, and her eyes were wide open.
"A woman's head cannot be exchanged for war merit. Throw it away and we continue to kill... Hey, is the head of a half-grown child in your hand? It should be regarded as the credit of half a soldier. Hurry up and hang it up. Things like war merit cannot be wasted at all!"
When the two samurai Maori Yigen and the Date family saw that Shimazu Asuka had gained military exploits again, their eyes turned red with envy. "What are you looking at stupidly? Clean out every house for me! Leave no one alive, kill them all!"
"Hai..." The surrounding commandos shouted excitedly and followed the commander to smash open the wooden houses one after another, fighting with the soldiers and civilians hiding inside.
The Japanese samurai in the Volunteer Army are completely different from the Battō Team in the hands of Noheita and Hyōtaro. The Battō Team has undergone rigorous training and continuous brainwashing by Xiao Letian, and is no longer interested in the Japanese Bushido.
However, these wild warriors in the volunteer army have only gone through a winter of military training, and they have very strong warrior habits. Once they encounter a chaotic battle and no longer see their direct Chinese superiors above their heads, their old routine will start to change again. out.
For example, a hundred-man slaying competition on the battlefield. This ignorant and backward tradition is, after all, a culture left behind by Bushido for thousands of years. If you don't pay attention, sediment will appear.
These Japanese samurai did not expect that it was their cruel massacre that provided the best opportunity for the Tsarist Russian army to kill Vadim.
Four kilometers south of the wall, in a semi-underground bunker, Vadim and all his commanders were having their last simple meeting. Just as the meeting was about to end, the door was knocked open.
A soldier covered in blood shouted, "Battal Commander! The volunteers are killing civilians! Ava from the tavern was killed... Her head was cut off and hung on the enemy's waist, as well as several of Ava's brothers. died……"
"What!" The crowd suddenly exclaimed.
"Sit down!" Vadim roared to calm down all the angry officers. He suppressed his inner excitement. He knew that this was the best opportunity given by the enemy to boost morale. It was up to him whether he could seize it. .
"My comrades! My brothers! This is war, have you seen it? This is war... Those enemies have made up their minds not to leave any survivors. They want to massacre the city! They want to kill us all..."
"If we don't fight desperately now, what are we waiting for? In this late night, we must kill all these bastards. One life will be exchanged for two or three lives of the enemy, and we will die together with them!"
"Only in this way can our reinforcements defeat the enemy and our descendants can live on this land! It's time for us to work hard for the empire, and this is also for ourselves!"
Vadim jumped on the shell box and raised his arms, "Of all of you, which one doesn't have Chinese blood on his body? Which one of you doesn't have human flesh in your belly? They won't let us go. Since we are bound to die, why not?" Give it a try!"
"Before we go to hell! Let us turn this place...into...hell!"
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