Private soldiers are originally trained according to the standards of killing machines. These generals' servants and tough soldiers in the army gather together to eat, drink and reward each other. This does not mean that the general has to do good deeds, but that the general has to cultivate a group of loyal people. For his own killing machine. biku√网w★
Compassion is the first thing to be abandoned. Only ruthless people can survive in the private soldier group. Only killing machines that absolutely obey orders can enjoy a hundred times the financial support of ordinary soldiers.
To put it bluntly, this is what I raised you for. Stop being so sanctimonious. Don’t blink when you kill someone. Don’t kill when you blink!
The North City Gate has become a hell. At first, a hail of grenades shattered their order, and then the brutal cold weapon fighting took away their remaining courage. The collapse happened almost instantly.
The struggling soldiers ran frantically out of the city, but the narrow city gate could not accommodate so many soldiers leaving the city at that time, as if they were blocked by intestinal obstruction.
Ning Guta's private soldiers stopped and smiled grimly, shooting at the enemy's back. Each bullet could penetrate two or three bodies.
Pull the bolt, load the bullet, pull the trigger...and then repeat the cycle. The magazines on the armed belts are quickly consumed, and people pace forward while shooting.
No soldier dared to turn around and fight. They were slaughtered like a group of rabbits. Everyone just asked God to bless him and hoped that he would be the lucky one.
The screams, pleadings, curses... just the roar of the charge without a desperate fight. This is an army without a heart, an army without a soul, and an army without bones.
Perhaps ten years ago, the war under Aihui City and the massacre outside Beijing had taken away their souls, and the Eight Banners at this moment was nothing more than a walking corpse.
The black dog and the second donkey who led the way at the end of the fight couldn't stand it anymore. They knelt on the ground and vomited, and their foreheads hurt from the bloody smell.
"Don't kill! Don't shoot... Please, don't kill. They don't dare to resist..."
"Go away! Didn't you see that there are thousands of troops outside the city? If we don't kill them all and close the city gate, how can we hold it with three hundred people!"
The two donkeys are three feet tall. "Damn it, open your eyes and look! Is that still a human being on the other side? Do they still dare to attack you? Are you blind..."
The private soldiers then raised their eyes and looked outside the city gate, only to realize that the soldiers outside had been dumbfounded.
The current scene will be unforgettable for the rest of their lives. The North Gate is the dividing line between life and death. The corpses piled up in the gate hole are as dense as a hill, blocking half of the city gate building.
At this time, the city gate has been blocked by corpses, and no one can close it!
The hot blood condensed together, and when forced by the cold air around it, layers of hot air curled up from the pile of corpses, with a hint of scarlet.
In the end, Guo Xing'a did not escape from the city. Two of his legs were buried in the pile of corpses. He was kneeling and crawling on the corpses, foaming at the corners of his mouth. He had become a useless person.
And these private soldiers of Ninggu Tower formed a semi-circular shooting position with Mauser in hand. The muzzles of their guns were pointed at the city gate hole like a devil's mouth. There were shining brass bullet casings on the ground.
Looking outside the city, the soldiers who had not had time to enter the city to grab water were all frightened. Their faces were trembling and their faces were pale. The massacre in front of them was something they had never seen before. They really didn’t understand. He just wanted to grab water, but he was massacred by a group of murderous gods.
Grenade blasts, bayonet picks, tachi chops, Mauser concentrated shooting... the efficient killing methods were unprecedented in their experience.
The seriously injured but not dead comrades in the pile of corpses stretched out their bloody hands to them: "Save...me...save...me..."
Most of them looked at them with eyes that were fixed in death. What flowed out from the gaps in the corpses was not only blood but even pieces of broken meat and broken internal organs.
There was a sound of vomiting, and some soldiers were so frightened that they peeed and knelt on the ground unable to move even if they wanted to.
"Run! These are not human beings. These are the gods of death sent by the Lord of Hell..." More than a thousand soldiers who were grabbing water turned and ran away. Not to mention avenging their brothers, they did not even dare to treat the wounded.
The black dog knelt on the ground and kowtowed desperately, "Grandpa! Grandpas! Let's just guard the city gate and kill less people! I beg you, they are just living for a living!"
After a moment of silence, the officer ordered the Mauser to be put away. He sighed, "This is the Eight Banners? These are the soldiers of the Qing Dynasty? How can these people guard the border! How can they fight against Rakshasa ghosts?"
"Brothers! You have all seen it, these cowards have lost all the land north of Heilongjiang... Now we must replace it! Capture Heilongjiang for General Hunchun! Clear your Majesty's side!"
"Bah... you are a bunch of trash. Even if I force you to dig a hole and bury yourself alive, I'm afraid you won't dare to resist! Just because you still want to protect the country and the people? What a fool..."
The battle at the North City Gate completely exposed the background of Tepuxin's army. This is how the army of the late Qing Dynasty continued to move forward on the road to decline.
An army without a military spirit is nothing. As long as you can scare them with killing, you can force them to dig their own holes with bayonets and then bury themselves alive.
Scenes like this have appeared more than once in Chinese history. People's hearts have no souls and are equivalent to pigs and sheep!
The north city gate began to be closed. Guo Xing'a, who had been mercilessly spared by the private soldiers, was tied up and pushed to the general's mansion. The remaining soldiers blocked the city gate during the meeting.
The city gate couldn't be closed, but everyone had their own methods. They kicked open the houses and forced out hundreds of people with bayonets. Under the threat of death, these people began to demolish the houses near the city gate, and piled bricks and tiles directly on the corpses, layer after layer.
Dead bodies were used as the foundation, and bricks and tiles were used as the city walls. Soon the north gate was tightly blocked by earth, rocks and corpses. No one could rush in unless the engineers carried out directional blasting.
"Get on the horse road... go up to the city gate building... block the city wall with sandbags to defend against possible enemies on both sides..."
"Put up the banner of General Hunchun and announce to the whole city that the mutiny was successful..."
General Ningguta's flag was erected, rustling in the wind. The people were driven up to the city carrying sandbags along the horse road, and built strips of fortifications on the city wall. Private soldiers put Mauser on top. , beware of enemies that may appear on the east and west sides.
After a while, flags were also set up at the East City Gate and West City Gate. The four gates of Qiqihar changed hands and officially fell under the control of Lieutenant General Lin.
