The Gatling heavy machine gun is worthy of its name as a battlefield meat grinder. Although it is only the most primitive and junior version, the first roar of the breast tiger also has the majesty of the king of beasts.
As soon as Uncle Jia, who was affectionately called by the veterans, opened his mouth, Chuck, the fox across from him, was dumbfounded. The barrage formed by the rate of fire of 300 rounds per minute is continuous, and the Death Scythe composed of metal projectiles can cut off a layer of men and horses every time it is swung.
The bullets penetrated the soldiers' bodies and jumped in the military formation. Chuck, the fox mixed in the crowd, saw blood arrows spurting out from the backs of countless soldiers, and blood-stained projectiles jumping around.
Some soldiers were even hit by bullets and flew up. You could see the bullets penetrating their bodies in mid-air, and those who were shot were trembling all over.
Rumbling, the sound of war horses falling to the ground filled the ears. The soldier who broke his thigh screamed and was trampled to death by the hoofs of the horses later.
There were only four Gatlings, and just four Gatlings caused shocking casualties to the Cossacks. If people can fly into the sky at this time... Of course, the sky is no longer lonely at this moment. Two huge hot air balloons have risen to an altitude of fifty meters, and the observation posts are recording everything on the battlefield against the biting cold wind.
"Look! The enemy's attack wave has been blocked! The speed of the vanguard's attack can no longer keep up with the speed of the corpses falling..."
The lips of the two observation sentries were purple from the cold. They were wrapped in two layers of furs and used telescopes to watch the entire battlefield. Sure enough, in the field of view of the telescope, the thousands of people who were attacking were falling down layer by layer. Occasionally, dozens of fish that slipped through the net were mowed down by the Mauser rifles in the position.
"Inform the headquarters that the enemy's first wave of attacks has been blocked by Chu Zhao's first division... Gatling's shooting is stable, and the rain of bullets is dense. No mechanical faults have been found so far..."
"Ouch..." The soldier who took off the telescope suddenly screamed. A closer look revealed that the brass frame of the telescope was frozen to his skin. However, he didn't notice it yet. He pulled it hard and pulled it off. A piece of his eyelid was torn off.
Don't worry about the wound. The weather in the Far East is cold anyway, and the wound will freeze immediately as long as it's not serious and the blood will flow. The wounded soldier pointed at the Suifenhe Ice Cap in the distance and said in surprise, "Why didn't they explode the ice cap? The enemy has already touched the east coast, why didn't they explode..."
Chu Zhao was also roaring with the same question. When he returned to the temporary command post, Chu Zhao yelled, "Why haven't you blown up the ice yet? What are you waiting for? Idiots..."
"Report to the division commander, we have already set it on fire..." the adjutant said helplessly, "but look at this battlefield..."
There is nothing to say about what happened next, it was Zai Chun’s fault! In this era, landmine technology is far from mature. The tripping, triggering and pressing devices have not been invented. This primitive 'landmine' buried under the ice and covered with white snow must be ignited by a fuse.
The bamboo pipes were frozen directly on the ice, and the surface was camouflaged with white snow. The bamboo pipes were then connected directly to the Volunteer Army's position. According to the earliest plan, as soon as the enemy cavalry showed up, the engineers here would immediately light the fuse.
Calculating based on speed, the explosives will explode as soon as the leading cavalry reaches the middle of the ice. Even if it cannot explode the entire ice, it will form huge ice holes that hinder the cavalry's attack.
Unfortunately, the plan failed to change. The appearance of Zai Chun disrupted the rhythm of the engineers. Who dared to light the fuse before this living treasure left the ice? But after Zai Chun left, the main force of the cavalry had already rushed onto the ice, and countless fuses were broken under the trampling of thousands of horses.
In the end, only one minefield exploded, and the huge impact directly opened a huge ice hole with a diameter of six meters in the ice.
"Oh my God!" the Cossacks screamed and fell into the water like dumplings, and soon the entire ice cave was covered.
The men and horses struggled to climb up the ice. People were squeezing, pulling, and stepping on people... In the chaos, many soldiers who fell into the water soon lost their body temperature and sank directly to the cold and dark bottom of the river.
The dying soldier opened his eyes and watched the bright light above his head getting farther and farther. His soul seemed to be about to fly. Victory was so within reach. He had survived a long march of thousands of kilometers. Why did he have to die in the end? Before victory.
The unwilling soldiers refused to rest in silence, and the slowly sinking soldiers scared away countless fish schools.
"Attack! Continue to attack...regardless of casualties! Seize the target...knock out a gap with your life..." Fox Chuck's eyes were filled with grief and anger. Under his command, the Cossacks moved forward and forward regardless of their own safety. The piles of corpses formed a low wall, and the horses had to leap over it.
The cavalryman who was lucky enough to rush fifteen meters in front of the position saw that the sharp barbs on the barbed wire fence could not slow down the horse. He did not want to slow down the horse at all. The whole man and horse were slapped on the barbed wire fence like a wall.
"Charge...use the horse's corpse to break through the barbed wire fence...the infantry rushes in!" The soldier jumped up from the horse's corpse, his legs were pricked with blood, but he seemed to feel no pain, grinning like a madman. He rushed towards the position built by the sandbags in front of him.
The volunteers on the opposite side were dumbfounded. In my entire life, I had never seen such a fierce person. He could be so cruel to himself and how cruel he could be to the enemy.
In such a moment of hesitation and panic, the enemy had already rushed in front of him. At this time, even if he was hit by a few bullets, he could escape the sandbag wall and use his own death to gain a small breakthrough.
"Counterattack... what a fool! The enemy has a burning grenade on his waist..." Amid countless horrified roars, one person jumped out of the trench and flashed past the enemy's sword.
"Baga! How dare you compete with our Fuso warriors! If you dare, I'll dig your belly with you! Say it hurts, you are my ancestor..."
Evil people have to be punished by evil people, and ruthless people have to be punished by even more ruthless characters. Isn't it better than perverts? Fuso Samurai dares to say that he is second, but no one dares to say that he is first.
Ida Baixie rushed out of the trench, unsheathed the sword at his waist, and cut off the enemy's waist with a stab, knocking away two burning grenades.
Boom boom... Two loud grenades killed several cavalrymen. Ida Baixie returned the sword to its sheath, turned around and ran towards the position without saying a word. Bullets were chasing him behind him.
"Ouch..." The moment he turned over into the position, a bullet still hit him. "Quick, quick, quick, my butt was shot! Damn... It's too close to my lifeline. Brother, look at me. Is the vitality still there..."
The legs of the Cossack soldiers outside the position were left behind. Only half of the body of the dying soldier was left. He was still crawling forward with his arms. He seemed to be shouting something, but no one could hear it clearly. .
The few volunteer soldiers closest to him were already frightened. They watched the pieces of internal organs rolling out and being dragged all over the ground by the enemy.
"Ah! Shoot...kill these beasts, they are not human beings!" The gunshots started loudly, and the volunteers went crazy.
Note: Cutting in half is a kind of torture in ancient times. Its cruelty lies in the fact that the deceased cannot die quickly. It was Emperor Yongzheng who abolished the torture of cutting in half in China.
At that time, Yongzheng beheaded Yu Hongtu, an academician in Henan Province. With one blow, Yu Hongtu struggled and wailed in his own blood. Finally, he dipped his fingers in his own blood and wrote seven miserable words in a row before finally dying.
Therefore, the plot of the soldier who was cut in half and continues to crawl forward has a historical basis, rather than pure fantasy.
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