Human life is like grass! Kill without hearing a sound! In a real war, dead people cannot be described as ants and animals. It is wrong for you to compare those who died in vain to cattle, sheep, cats and dogs!
Real war is killing people like mowing grass without hearing a sound! Human life is like hay, cut in bundles to feed the animals!
Human life is so despicable in war, so worthless!
The bullets poured down like water, and the gunshots had long been connected together like a faint thunder in the sky, making it impossible to distinguish individual shots.
The crowd rushed forward with cheers and cheers and were swept down again. Corpses were laid out layer by layer in front of the position. The blood flowing on the ground had already saturated the soil.
The blood can no longer seep in, and there are even puddles of blood condensing in the low-lying areas!
We have already reached this point, and no one cares about the casualties. The supervising team is behind and forces the victims to rush forward. However, those rebel victims have long been exhausted and frightened in the previous forced march. .
At this time, he is just like a walking corpse, just like wood. No matter how clever he is on weekdays, even if he is the cleverest person in the world who will not suffer the least.
But he couldn't think anymore in this limbo. The rebel with his legs broken lay in the pile of corpses, letting the layers of corpses bury him.
Blood flowed down through the gaps in the corpse, into his eyes, into his ears, into his mouth, and slowly filled his body along the gaps in his clothes.
But he didn't dare to move, and he didn't dare to cry out because of the severe pain in his legs. He knew that if he made a little movement, the supervising team would definitely rush up and drag him out, either to kill him or to force him to continue to rush forward.
When hundreds of ghosts are walking at night, you have no chance of survival except to kill yourself and treat yourself as a human being. Except for silently praying to Guanyin Bodhisattva for help in your heart, he dare not move anything.
The fateful man who was pressed in the pile of corpses had his consciousness blurred. In a trance, he returned to the stable life of a year ago.
I have a tofu shop at home, and I have learned to write for a few days since I was a child. I make tofu for my son and nephew to sell on weekdays. I can also write and draw to help the landlords in the village and neighbors in the oil press to settle accounts.
That time of writing and writing can't be in vain. Why not replace it with two bottles of oil and half a bag of noodles? It was such a good life in my childhood, but why did a snowstorm come, causing my whole family to be destroyed?
Originally, there was still some food in the house, so it was not impossible to get through it. But who would have thought that later the rat fairy and bandits started to make trouble again.
The last bit of food was eaten by rats and robbed by bandits. Those tools for ordering tofu were in the way, and they were smashed by bandits!
On the way to escape, the whole family encountered the rebel La Zhuang Ding again. The whole family fought several times and were all in pieces.
My daughter-in-law starved to death on the road, my son and nephew separated during the march the day before yesterday, and by night it looked like I had reached the end of my life.
Just bury it here, or just die!
But this thief God just made a joke to him. He couldn't die even if he wanted to. Suddenly, a voice came from his ear and brought him back to consciousness.
"Fuck! Let's gather all the grenades we have... blast a breach here, and then let these damn ghosts rush over with firewood and set fire..."
"We also searched several large carriages at the back, filled them with firewood, poured oil on them... pushed them into the trenches and set them on fire. As long as we rush into the trenches, we will win. There are too many of us to lose!"
"Isiha's army from the west has arrived. The forwards are at war with Bai Zhan's second division. We can't relax at this time..."
"I just realized how powerful our master is today! We really have to fight at night. If it's so dark during the day, we may not win at all..."
"Look around you, look at the mountains of corpses and seas of blood around you... At night, these stinky people all turn around with their heads covered. If you throw the severed hands, heart, liver, and lungs of a dead person on him, he won't even know what it is, because you see Not sure..."
"If it were daytime...look at the minced meat here...these untrained people would be scared crazy!"
"Don't talk about morale, they scared themselves crazy!"
"Master Rong understands the art of war, he knows soldiers! He knows what kind of soldiers and how to use them... ugh..."
The officer who said this couldn't help himself and suddenly started retching!
"Quick, quick, quick... the grenades are delivered... to blow him up..."
Boom boom boom... Explosions came one after another. At this time, the lucky guy in the pile of corpses felt the shock waves coming one after another. His five organs were shaken and he was dizzy.
After the explosion ended, I heard all kinds of hysterical roars outside: "Push... push... rush over..."
The wooden frame cars were pushed forward crazily by numerous rebels. The firewood on the cars was ignited, and the burning trains rushed towards the trenches.
At this time, no one can stop it. No matter how great the damage is, we have to fight to the end!
No matter how strong the defense line is, there will be a moment when it is overwhelmed. When the first burning train is pushed into the trench, followed by ten, a hundred, etc. and countless bundles of firewood!
These disaster-stricken rebels rushed forward holding firewood, and when they got closer, they threw it into the trenches. The firewood was all sprinkled with kerosene, so it would catch fire.
Ah...ahhh...
Screams resounded in the trenches. The Fifth Division could no longer defend the integrity of the trenches, and was cut into several sections like a dead snake.
Boom...boom...
Nastu ordered the artillery of his headquarters to start firing. The battle situation was so serious that he could not imagine it. However, he never expected that when the cannon went off, the enemies would become even crazier!
Ronglu was really a ruthless character. He actually moved forward to command. He actually moved the command post to the side of the pile of corpses, which was already within the range of the heavy machine gun.
"Get ready... I have already made a plan. Nastu of the Fifth Division will definitely fight back... This guy is a Mongolian man. He can't stand this kind of battle where he only gets beaten without fighting back..."
"As long as they leave the trenches without the support of artillery and heavy machine guns... we will win this battle!"
"As long as they fight back, we will retreat, fighting and retreating at the same time... to lure them into the pocket!"
"If you refuse to come out, then in a quarter of an hour, I will personally lead you into the trenches to fight hand to hand!"
The short-legged lucky guy in the pile of corpses listened to everything said outside and was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe. He knew that the killing just now was just an appetizer, and the subsequent battle would probably be even more brutal.
Run away, you can only escape little by little while the people around you are not paying attention, pretend to be dead in the pile of dead people, and move out little by little!
But when is the opportunity?
The opportunity came as expected. At this moment, the passionate charge horn suddenly sounded from the position of the Fifth Division!
"Kill! Kill...kill!"
The more than 10,000 elite members of the Xishan Battalion of the Fifth Division suddenly launched a charge at 11:45!
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