Why is it so crispy? Buried in the snow? Frozen in the ice? Working in the wind? Just like the beautiful big radish in my heart, and like the crispy croissant with ripe flesh!
With a crisp sound, the heavy engineer's shovel cut directly into the skull. How come it was such an inch, it just cut into the bone seam and the skull was pried open halfway.
How can I still live here? The crazy Cossack's eyes turned black, but the headbutt had already been executed, and the inertia had formed. His hard skull still hit Shimazu Asuka's head.
This time the headbutt was far less powerful than the previous three times, but this time it was more lethal. Because the back of the head was lifted open by the Oroqen boy, the impact of the forehead, the inertia and the rebound force, caused the whole thing to spray out.
Pfft... it was like a bucket of tofu poop being thrown into the air, mixed with countless amounts of red spicy oil!
This spray was all sprayed on the soldiers in the shooting trench, and the little Oroqen brother was sprayed directly in the face! He didn't mind burying it, so he just wiped it with his hand.
"Ouch! Damn... it's so salty!"
With a "wow" sound, everyone in the shooting trench vomited, and they vomited out everything they had eaten last week.
Shimazu Asuka didn't know how much time had passed. He should have been slightly concussed by the impact. He was dazed, had a splitting headache, and felt depressed and felt like vomiting. However, he was a real Shimazu family samurai, and vomiting on the battlefield didn't count. What kind of skills do you have, but you still have to make the losers of the Maori family laugh to death!
"You can't vomit, I absolutely can't vomit..." After a while, his eyes were finally in focus, and he reached out to wipe the blood on his eyelids. When he opened his eyes like this, he saw, what a guy! The whole shooting position smells sour!
The dead body of the Rakshasa ghost was lying in front of him. The back of his head was completely empty. All the eggs were sprayed on the brothers. The little Cossack soldier who saved his life was still completely at a loss with an innocent look on his face. ! I really didn’t lie to you..."
With a cry, Shimazu Asuka couldn't hold it in any longer and vomited it out.
Real war is not a drama on the stage. There are no clean costumes for you to wear, and there are no tea and snacks prepared for you backstage. All you hear with your ears are fighting and explosions, and all you see with your eyes are broken limbs, broken arms, and noses. All you smell is a fishy stench.
After vomiting three times in a row, Shimazu Asuka suddenly realized in his mind that this was a battlefield, a place of life and death. There was no chance for him to think wildly. He shouted viciously, "Everyone, get up! Where is the enemy? The enemy is there..."
At this time, the battlefield was empty and in a mess. The positions blown up by the enemy were smoking, and the bodies of men and horses were spread out on the empty snow.
The seriously injured Cossack was rolling and wailing in a pool of blood, and the helpless horses circled back and forth around the body of their master. Looking further east, a group of Cossacks were converging with the enemy farther away. The war only lasted less than forty minutes and ended when the Cossack cavalry regiment penetrated the formation and killed them.
"Fuck...fuck!" Asuka Shimazu slashed at the sandbags with his sword, "The enemy still escaped! Why did I get knocked over? Why didn't I kill a few more enemies..."
The bugle sounded in the distance, and the order to clean the battlefield and continue to hold on was conveyed, and countless soldiers suddenly jumped out of the entire defensive position.
The volunteers gathered up the ownerless horses on the battlefield and concentrated them to the rear. No matter whether the Cossacks were slightly injured or seriously injured in a pool of blood, they would die with a bayonet when they saw them.
"Count the number of killed and wounded! Leave no one alive, I have no food to feed them... Kill them all! Kill them all!" Mouri Yigen was holding a tachi on the side and directing the soldiers to clean the battlefield. He turned around and saw his old friend Shimazu Asuka.
"Brother, how many have you killed?"
Shimazu Asuka shook his head, "I forgot all about it. I forgot all about it. I met a madman and almost killed him with a headbutt... These Cossacks are really not human beings, they are all beasts!"
Recalling the short battle just now, a look of horror appeared on Maori Yiyuan's face, "Yes! When I came from Japan, I thought I was the bravest warrior in the world. Our Bushido is invincible, at least. In spirit!”
"I have thought more than once that our Bushido just doesn't have as sharp weapons as Westerners. If we also have the magical memory called technology that Westerners have, plus our Bushido to arm our hearts, you think we will How powerful?”
Shimazu Asuka sighed, "Yeah, at that time I naively thought that as long as we arm our hearts with Bushido and our hands with the latest Western technology, we would be invincible!"
"Japan's unification is not a dream. It can be easily realized by respecting the king and rejecting the foreigners. Even the dream of Toyotomi Hideyoshi to unify Korea can be easily achieved. We can even taste the sweetness and deliciousness of the apples in the Central Plains..."
"And now I understand that everything is just my delusion. That nation in this world doesn't have many strong armies, and their power is beyond our imagination!"
"Tsarist Russia is not the number one army in the world, but its combat effectiveness is already so powerful! What should the elite troops of France, the number one army in the world, look like? How powerful will the main fleet of the British Royal Navy be?"
"There is also the newly rising Prussia, and even the new Chinese army that can fight alongside Prussia! God knows how strong those pure Chinese veterans on the Ryukyu Island are..."
The rise of the Far Eastern Kingdom had a huge impact on these Fuso warriors. When they came out of the self-proclaimed island nation, they encountered the most powerful army in the world, the Tsarist Russian Cossack Cavalry Regiment in the first battle.
This shock was directly burned into their bones. After this battle, the number of braggings by the Fuso warriors decreased significantly, and their proud and arrogant hearts finally settled down.
"Sir, the preliminary battlefield statistics are out... The enemy left 380 corpses, and we lost 120 people!"
Hiss... the two of them took a breath of air and said in unison, "Is this just a little left? It can't be so little, right?" The soldier said with a bitter look on his face, "I counted it twice, that's all..."
At this moment, there was a faint cheer from the northeast of the battlefield. When I raised my telescope, I found that two groups of Cossacks had merged together.
The first battalion had been fighting back and forth with more than 150 people left, and more than 620 people were added later. The enemy had nearly 800 troops piercing the soft belly of the volunteers.
Eight hundred vs. 40,000 seemed to be a huge disparity in strength, but due to the special situation of the Volunteer Army, the entire 40,000 army was now infantry. Only the cavalry led by Ye Qiu, a regiment, could be considered a mobile force. Two legs against four legs were inherently weak.
"How can we fight this? This is just the vanguard. There are 20,000 Cossacks behind us. How can we resist it?" At that moment, even Fuso's warriors felt fear.
