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The soldiers around Zhou Xing fell down one by one and rolled down the dark river in the night. They heard a thumping sound, but they couldn't see any splash. Under the bridge, it was not like a river, but more like a bottomless abyss. Such a death could not scare off the revolutionary army soldiers at all. The fearless charge of the death squad did not stop. It fell forward and followed by the soldiers. Every time the revolutionary army took a step forward, soldiers were constantly injured or killed, and then rolled down like a bottomless abyss; every step forward, it was blood paving the way, and the soldiers' persistent faith made them without hesitation.

Zhou Xing just shouted and rushed forward, holding Mark Qin's light machine gun desperately, and his shoulders trembled until he was numb and didn't know the pain. Zhou Xing has seen the railway tracks that were stripped by the Qing soldiers, the newly dug trenches, and those Qing soldiers who died. Almost all of them were shot to death with machine guns, but the Qing soldiers rushed forward desperately and could make up for the next one. The bodies in the front position were piled higher and higher, but the Qing soldiers had no intention of retreating at all. They were really determined to die together with the Qing Dynasty.

The Qing soldiers are becoming more and more fierce and almost crazy; the casualties of the revolutionary army on the bridge are getting worse and worse, rolling down the river like dumplings; the revolutionary army soldiers see it, and the hatred in their hearts is getting deeper and deeper. How many Han people in the Qing army on the opposite side? They are so desperate to work for the full people. What a loyal dog slave. If they don't bury them all tonight, they will be the children of China in vain. The more the Qing army resisted desperately, the more desperate the revolutionary army attacked.

The death squad led by Zhou Xing approached the Qing army's position, and the casualties almost doubled. The revolutionary army was not afraid of sacrifice and sacrificed its life, but the railway bridge was only so wide, and the lives of the soldiers could not fill the Qing army's almost crazy firepower density. The number of soldiers who rushed forward desperately with Zhou Xing did not decrease at all, but there were more and more soldiers who fell beside him. There were only a few lucky people standing beside him, with red eyes, gritting their teeth and shooting desperately at the Qing army position. After taking the Qing army's position, these Qing soldiers must be defeated.

Zhang Xu looked at the revolutionary army in front of him. A ferocious face with gritted teeth was clearly discernible. With only one charge, the revolutionary army could rush into the frontline trenches of the Qing army. He looked up at the dark night sky sadly. Every drop of blood of the Qing army was almost squeezed out by him. He clearly knew that the next battle was a white-handed battle, and the Qing soldiers were powerless to resist. Zhang Xu never thought of surrendering to the revolutionary army. With the kindness of the Qing Dynasty, he had no choice but to die in the country. Big brother, the little brother has to go first. Zhang Xu waved his long knife, waved off the blood that had not yet solidified, and strode to the front line. The bullets rained in front of Zhang Xu. He did not blink. The revolutionary army had faith, and he also had faith. He believed that the Qing court would not fall like this. Zhang Xu kept saying harsh words in his heart. Even if I die, I will watch it underground. How long can you rebels be rampant? The Beiyang army has gone south, a group of mud legs, a group of cheap embryos begging at the dock. Do you still want to rebel against the sky? Your death is not far away! Today's Hankou will be a hundred times more miserable than the previous Tianjing; Li Yuanhong, Li thought, you will be a hundred times more miserable than Yang Hong.

Liu Jing, the head of a regiment, rolled up his sleeves and held binoculars in his hands. He looked at the war on the railway bridge in the night. The corners of his mouth kept **. In the morning, a layer of cyan scum appeared on his clean chin. When the adrenal hormone soared crazily, his beard also grew. Hurry up. Liu Jing kept scolding his mother, "Damn it, the Qingbing ate strange (**) and Huan San, or I love the big mallet and became so bloody. If it had been so capable earlier, China would not have ceded its land and compensated, losing power and humiliating the country. This court is a soft egg to the outside, but it is majestic to the inside. With the soldiers and horses in the court, it is a soft egg to fight the national war. In the Jiawu year, it is a great shame to worship an oriental island country, but when you suppress the people, you can be brave and brave.

Liu Jing gritted his teeth with hatred. The Qing army was already crazy. Against the bombardment of artillery fire here, it counterattacked desperately, and the casualties of the charging death squad were huge. The soldiers who volunteered to be the death squad are all old comrades who have been revolutionized for many years, and only they really believe that faith is better than life. Liu Jing looked at the old comrades who fell on the railway bridge. He knew almost all of them. The bombs of the Qing army fell on them intensively. They moved forward step by step with difficulty, and the railway bridge behind them was covered with blood. If it is not a dark night, you must be able to see a faint blood red on the Lu River. The last madness of the Qing army could not stop the revolutionary army from advancing, and the revolutionary army would crush it.

Behind Liu Jing, officers at all levels continued to allocate manpower and rushed straight to the railway bridge. The previous battle has reached the most critical moment. Everyone can see that as long as they work harder, they will rush into the front line of the Qing army. All the soldiers were killed by the death squad regardless of their own courage and the sound of the sky. The soldier was iron-blooded and heroic, and the infected beast's blood was boiling, his red eyes, and he kept following the railway bridge. The warrior at the back door followed the warrior in front closely, fell down a warrior in front, and immediately added a warrior in the back. The Qing soldiers on the opposite side were desperate, and they were still shooting crazier. The fight on the railway bridge was more tragic than ever.

Liu Jing stared at the forefront of the crossfire between the two sides. These Qing soldiers who killed thousands of knives, let's see how long you can carry it! The hearts of the Qing people are against you. You are still stubbornly resisting here, and you are doomed to have no good results. Liu Jing looked at a revolutionary army officer rushing to the front, pulled out a knife from his waist, and rushed into the trenches of the front-line position of the Qing soldiers, and the crazy killing began.

Finally, he rushed into the Qing army position. Zhou Xing roared, threw down the Mark Qin machine gun in his hand, and rushed to the trenches of the Qing army. Zhou Xingren has pulled out the knife around his waist in the air. The snowy knife body shines brightly in the dark night. He hasn't drunk blood tonight. He has been fighting hard for a long time, and he has been churning down at the stubborn Qing soldiers in front of him. The Qing soldier's eyes were just dull, and his hands were still instinctively put on his head. It could be seen that he was a veteran who had fought a lot of battles. With the help of the momentum of falling, Zhou Xing waved the knife in his hand vigorously. The Qingbing's gun was cut into two pieces by a knife, and half of his head was cut off. His brain and blood immediately soared all over Zhou Xing's face. Without blinking, Zhou Xing turned around and killed along the trench. Some Qing soldiers raised their courage and threw their lives to rush to Zhou Xing with a bayonet. They also wanted to make a final struggle and block Zhou Xing back.

The daredead soldier who followed Zhou Xing closely, the bayonet had already been loaded, and one after another jumped off the trenches with Zhou Xing, unfolded to the trenches on both sides, and rushed to the nearest Qing soldiers. The Qing soldiers did not show weakness. When the mountains and rivers were exhausted, they took this life early and rushed to the Revolutionary Army's death squad with bayonets. The two sides fought with the most primitive and cruel white blades and fought into groups.

Zhou Xing's long knife flew over and killed along the trench. No one could do it. The Qing soldiers were frightened and finally began to retreat. At this moment, Zhang Xu, who also waved a long knife, walked to the front line and cut down the Qing soldiers who wanted to escape one by one. The retreat of the Qing soldiers was forced to be killed by him again. Zhang Xu's eyes went straight through the dark battlefield and fell on Zhou Xing. Zhou Xing immediately noticed that it was purely the intuition of the beast awakening of the battlefield. The two's eyes collided fiercely, and their feelings were overflowing. The two roared almost at the same time and rushed to each other.

Liu Jing saw from the telescope that the front-line position of the Qing army had been broken through by the death squad, and immediately ordered the artillery battalion to turn off the flames and cross the river.

At this moment, the gun camp, which had been extinguished in the rear, sounded an explosion. The experienced Liu Jing immediately recognized that it was an explosive explosion, not a cannon firing. Liu Jing immediately looked back, and a fire rose in the direction of the artillery camp and rose to the sky. The news of the enemy attack can come from the rear. Liu Jing can't believe it at this moment. How could an enemy suddenly appear and attack their back road? The three bridges have been conquered, and how many soldiers have buried the Luhe River?

Liu Jing's eyes were wide open at this moment, and his eyes were about to burst. He looked back at the Revolutionary Army's death squad, which was still fighting on the front line of the Qing soldiers, and closed his eyes in pain. At this moment, it is no longer how to conquer the bridgehead of the Qing army, but to defend its own bridgehead and wait for the arrival of the reinforcements.

Liu Jing ordered to send a signal for help; stop the attack on the opposite side and collect the cage troops; send a battalion to guard the bridge to prevent the Qing army from counterattack on the other side; in addition, he gave up the artillery battalion position and organized people and horses to resist the unknown Qing army on the periphery. Under the orders issued one by one, Liu Jingxin was cut like a knife. When the situation of the war was in such a situation, he was on the way to failure. The revolutionary army soldiers fought with blood tonight, and their sacrifices were all poured into the river.

Zhou Xing and Zhang Xu both spelled out the sparks of basic love, but in the blink of an eye, they hung several deep white bone wounds on their bodies, and blood gushed out. Zhou Xing fainted on his head and rushed to kill with a machine gun for a long time, which had consumed most of his strength. Now after bloodletting, his head was even more dizzy. He actually heard the trumpet of retreat. The revolutionary army has been killed before the Qing army. Why did they retreat? Did I really kill the gangster?

Zhang Xu suddenly burst into a wild laugh, and he also saw the scratching of the rear of the revolutionary army. Although he did not know why the reinforcements appeared behind the revolutionary army, the most important thing was that he defended his position.

Zhou Xing stared at the Qing court officer who laughed like crazy in front of him with a red top. I was dizzy. Is he also dizzy? Zhou Xing looked back at the railway bridge again. Why did the revolutionary army on the bridge retreat? I heard the trumpet of retreat, and I heard it correctly.

Zhang Xu waved a long knife and shouted, "Our reinforcements are coming. The Beiyang Army has recovered Wuhan and killed these chaotic parties."

When it was dark on this battlefield, Zhang Xu said that the Beiyang army had recovered Wuhan, and no one took it to heart, but there was no revolutionary army on the railway bridge, which made these desperate Qing soldiers see the way to live again. The Qing soldiers summoned up their remaining strength and rushed to these desperate Revolutionary Army death squads.

The trumpet of retreat sounded, and none of the Revolutionary Army's death squad members retreated, and the revolutionary soldiers would not take a step back. He has rushed to the position of the Qing army, and he can't give up.

Zhou Xing stationed with a knife, supporting his shaky body. Looking back, he saw that the revolutionary army soldiers would rather die than retreat, and fell into the position of the Qing soldiers with a determined face. A Qing soldier touched Zhou Xing with a bayonet and stabbed Zhou Xing in the abdomen. Zhou Xing gently shook his shoulder, pulled out the long knife stationed, and took the opportunity to open the spear of the Qing soldier from the bottom up. At this moment, his long knife had been raised to the top of his head, and then split the Qing soldier who opened the door, split half of the head of the Qing soldier, and the Qing soldier fell silently.

After Zhou Xing split the Qing soldiers, he felt that there was danger coming from behind. He turned around with difficulty and stabbed forward with a knife. Zhou Xing only felt that his hand was very relaxed and stabbed an empty, and a cold thing entered his abdominal cavity with a sizzling sound. At this time, his blurred eyes saw clearly that the ferocious face of the Qing army officer, and his Japanese non-commissioned officer's sword was inserted into Zhou Xing's stomach and went straight into the handle.

Zhou Xing only heard the Qing army officers still talking crazily, "A group of bandits, Chang Mao is your end!"

"The trend in today's world is revolution. The Chinese people have awakened, and the people of the decadent feudal dynasty can no longer support it. The republic and democracy are coming, and the ideal era that belongs to the Chinese people is about to come..." Zhou Xing said that in the end, his tone was already unclear. The autumn wind blew and blew off the corners of his mouth. With traces of blood, you can see the brightness in your eyes and infinitely good hope for the future in the dark night.

Zhang Xu pulled out a long knife and danced to the dark sky. "What kind of bullshit revolution is the root cause of chaos in the world. Damn it, it should be killed, it should be killed."

Zhou Xing's abdominal blood flowed for a long time, but he couldn't stand still with a knife. He felt that his eyelids became so heavy, and the last thought came to his mind. Just two years ago, when he entered the military camp, General Li Xiang talked among a group of soldiers, talking about the ideal era in his heart. China is rich and the people are strong, and the people live and work in peace and contentment. In Wuhan, you need to build a Yangtze River Bridge, which goes directly from Hankou to Wuchang. If you go out, you don't need to take a carriage, you need to take a car. It's too slow to take a train to Beijing, so you have to take a plane. It's too troublesome to send a message to your home and take a telegram, just call directly. He also said that after the success of the revolution, take them to play in heaven and earth; if you have time, you don't have time to watch a movie, listen to a little song, and be a star follower. There are not many things Li wants to say now, but they believe that there will be in the future. The train is running. What else is impossible? Li wants to laugh and scold them for living a long life. The more you go, the more fun it will be.

The ideal era that Li wants to portray is deeply imprinted in his heart. Zhou Xing's short life has suffered all the hardships of the world, and has seen too many people with the same tragic fate. He can no longer see this beautiful ideal era. I sincerely hope that the Chinese people who have experienced too much suffering can get rid of the tragic fate and have the opportunity to enjoy such an ideal era.

Zhou Xing slowly closed his eyes, the shouts in his ears, the roar of guns, slowly disappeared, and his consciousness slowly dissipated. Behind him, there will be people who will continue to fight for the ideals in his heart until the revolution succeeds and the ideals are realized.