189 Bloody Dusk

The smoke-filled sky is covered with a layer of blood. This is a beautiful, shocking and magnificent picture of the dusk sun scattered on the battlefield.

Sun Chuanfang's straight Western-style military uniform was extraordinary. Even the white gloves on this smoky battlefield were still spotless. Except for a pig tail-like braid behind his head that destroyed his image, he could not find any spot as a soldier. Unlike Li, who wants to fight desperately, he has a Confucian general's demeanor with a feather fan and a silk scarf all over his body.

Everything in front of Sun Chuanfang is thick and bloody! The blood flowing into a river can't describe this tragic situation. The white gloves have been soaked by the cold sweat from the palm of their hands. It's really not a comfortable thing to be the enemy of the madman Li.

"Can't stand it, can you? Crazy Li!"

Those Beiyang officers and soldiers who launched the attack crazily had almost the same thoughts as Sun Chuanfang at this time, and they couldn't help feeling cold in their hearts. Such desperate attacks were all now...

Sun Chuanfang gritted her teeth and roared, "Continue to cover the gunfire!"

Like a crazy beast roaring!

Li wanted to cover his ears desperately and nestled in the trenches. The artillery fire of the Beiyang Army was almost crazy, and he ploughed the whole devastated position almost again. This kind of crazy shelling intensity is almost unlike.

"Boom!" There was another huge explosion. With the slow rise of the fireball, the splashed mud and blood stained his head and face. In front of him, several brothers were flying flesh and blood in the gunfire, and Li Xiang felt a trace of dryness.

Then another cannonball fell from the sky, and Li wanted to subconsciously shrink his head, "Boom!" This time, the shell hit closer. The shell hit directly on a bunker in a very close place. Several sections of thick wood covering the bunker were blown into two pieces with a squeak, making a reluctant murmur. And the whole bunker was dug into a crater.

"Boom!" The smoke of the explosion slowly rose, and a small steel cannon position of the revolutionary army not far away was directly hit by a Beiyang army cannonball falling from the sky. Even the cannon disappeared in the hot fire in a blink of an eye. The two machine gunners hiding in a crater not far away were smashed by the fragments of the base of the small steel cannon splashing out, and their heads were all over. Full of blood.

The fierce artillery fire of the Beiyang Army made the revolutionary army firmly suppressed and almost impossible to launch a counterattack.

Seeing such a good situation, Sun Chuanfang's face did not improve much, because this day was not seen once or twice, and she returned every time the Beiyang army attacked.

Sun Chuanfang's face was like iron, reflecting the remnant sun like blood. She waved her hand hard again: "Attack!"

Taking advantage of the cover of the gunfire, Sun Chuanfang launched a new round of attack again. The tide-like Beiyang marching wave after wave after wave. The two Maxims also covered the infantry attack with the firepower swept out by Qi Yan. Light and heavy artillery of various calibers fired fierce shelling on the southwest front of Wang Jin, which had been blown up. The shells kept screaming and falling from the air, breaking the ground and flying around.

Li wanted to open the hoarse and dry, and the seriously dehydrated voice that was about to crack roared: "Hidden! Hide!"

Revolutionary soldiers with no heavy firepower have to rely on bunkers and trenches to arrange limited defense forces one by one to resist the crazy integrated impact of the Beiyang Army.

Those revolutionary soldiers who poured down from the air swept densely into the trenches. The bombs went down from the sky with a harsh scream, splashing out countless pieces of steel with the call of death. The broken shrapnel flew away with the loud noise of the rolling explosion wave tearing the human tissue apart.

"Golden Eagle Commando! Put on the bayonet!"

Song Que stood on the battlefield of gunfire, and his loud voice even overwhelmed the deafening sound of gunfire!

On the left wing of the southwest front of Wang Jin, where he belonged, he decisively counterattacked. The soldiers of the revolutionary army who fought back came one after another. Under the leadership of Song Que and the leadership of commanders at all levels, they made a desperate and intensive charge, like a turbid wave rushing at the same attack on the Beiyang army.

Although the casualties were heavy under the concentrated fire of the Beiyang Army, everyone knows the consequences of the loss of Wang Jin Southwest. Although the casualties were heavy, they still charged crazily.

Under the leadership of Song Que, the Golden Eagle Commando with brilliant honors did not have a soldier who was timid and did not use a soldier to retreat. At this point, the revolutionary army, which was about to be broken through the southwest defense line of Wang Jin by Sun Chuanfang of the Beiyang Army, no longer took into account any casualties. A row of bayonet and blood-stained blades rushed forward without hesitation.

The shells poured down in rows, and before the smoke dissipated, the tide-like infantry surged up again. The corpses lying on the ground, and the dark red blood and milky white brains flowed everywhere. The piles of corpses finally spread out the whole battlefield, including the revolutionary army and the Beiyang army soldiers, piled up in piles.

In the face of the crazy attack of the Beiyang Army, the counterattack firepower of the revolutionary army has never stopped. The grenade hit the spinning hail, and the roar of the light and heavy automatic firearms shot densely. The soldiers on both sides shouted and scolded, shooting bullets at each other, fighting to the death.

Li Xiang didn't have the impulse like Song Que. He shook the buzzing head shaken by the sound of the rumble cannon and commanded a Mark Qin to shout: "Shoot! Shoot!"

The sharp machine gun shooting sound of "Dad, Dada, Dada..." made a sound, and several fire chains swept away, making the Beiyang Army's offensive front immediately frustrated.

These revolutionary machine gunners are no longer brave enough, because the high casualty rate they bear is amazing. Many machine gunners were killed and injured by the firepower of the Beiyang Army without being able to hit a few shuttles. Li Xiang, who is in command of Maxim's position, doesn't know which owner this Maxim will be?

"Brothers, bayonets!" Li wanted to shake his arms and exhaled.

As soon as Li Xiang jumped out of the trench, he was thrown to the ground by a soldier behind him.

"Marshal, it is our duty to charge! Brothers, move on!"

In front of him, the figure of the Beiyang military cat with his waist rushed out of the misty smoke in rows.

"Forward!" With the shouting, in the trenches, the tired revolutionary soldiers also counterattacked again, and they could not let the general charge every time.

The splash-like bullets swept over the earth. "Yo, jiu, jiu..." The gristing bullets flew around. People were constantly shot and fell to the ground. As soon as the revolutionary army that counterattacked jumped out of the trench, it had to endure the frightening fire of killing.

"Dad, Da, Da...", a shuttle after a shuttle of machine gun bullets shot over, and many of the brothers who were shocked died with bullet holes in the blink of an eye.

The machine gun firepower that hit the head and covered the face firmly suppressed the counterattack troops on the open ground in the front of the position. The bullets almost wiped people's scalps. From time to time, one or two small steel cannonballs fell down with a terrting roar, and a column of smoke rose.

"Go up, go up!" Li wanted to be almost furious. Seeing that the attacking troops were blocked by the machine gun fire of the Beiyang Army, he was so anxious that he was sweating. The troops can't be suppressed on the open ground like this. Damn coins, otherwise the position will be broken and all of them will be honored here!

Seeing several soldiers lying on the ground being directly hit by a roaring cannonball, a piece of flesh and blood flew across, and even the body was blown to pieces. The screams stung people's hearts.

"Mom's coin, mother's coin!" Li wanted to scold and hesitated for a moment. Suddenly, he grabbed a rifle and kicked away the guard who wanted to stop him. Under the eyes of a stunned soldier, he rushed up in the rain of Japanese bullets.

The stray bullet of "sw, swh, swh..." kept passing through Li Xiang's ear. He didn't seem to feel a trace of panic, so he rushed up again.

"Forward!" Li wanted to almost spit blood and shouted wildly, "We won't be slaves!"

The revolutionary army soldiers who could no longer rush rose in an instant. They were inspired by the desperate fighting spirit of General Li. Several platoon officers lying on the ground rushed up with guns and followed them. Suppressed on the open ground by the dense firepower of the Beiyang Army, the scarred and exhausted revolutionary soldiers looked at their commanders, and the company officers rushed up against the enemy's bullets, and their morale suddenly boiled.

"Forward! We are not slaves!" A hoarse roar shocked the world!

With a rifle with a bayonet, the suppressed revolutionary army shouted, "We are not slaves!" The slogans got up one after another and rushed up.

People were constantly knocked down, but more revolutionary soldiers shouted and rushed into the front line of the Beiyang Army and collided with the Beiyang soldiers who jumped up in a panic. The shouting of killing is shocking.

Several light and heavy machine guns and machine guns swept like a storm, covering the charge of their comrades-in-arms.

Two Beiyang troops rushed up with bayonets and strange screams. Li wanted to hold the thorns and passed through the middle of the two Beiyang armies. The necks of the two Beiyang troops were tilted and their necks sprayed blood and fell to the ground. With warm blood sprayed everywhere, the splashed Li Xiang's face was all over, and the smell of blood almost choked Li Xiang couldn't breathe. Li Xiang, whose face was full of blood, was even more ferocious, like a killing god. Those desperate Beiyang soldiers wanted to avoid him from afar when they saw him.

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The attack of the Beiyang Army was almost defeated in an instant. The Golden Eagle Commando pressed up from the two wings made the Beiyang Army's attack on the southwest position of Wang Jin in chaos, and the offensive was immediately frustrated.

Sun Chuanfang's good steel teeth were about to be broken, and she ordered the troops to attack again like crazy.

You can't let the officers and soldiers of the madman Li take a breath. Maybe the madman Li can't stand it. The counterattack of the Beiyang Army, which was driven down, immediately began again. Sun Chuanfang's army, which was desperately attacking Wang Jin's southwest front line, resolutely did not allow its own attack to be counterattacked by Li Madman at this time!

"Boom!" A huge explosion almost shocked Li Xiang, who was smoking in the trench, and even half of the cigarette butt in his mouth. Not far away, a column of gray-black fireworks rose, and in the hot flame was the diffuse smoke.

"Damn, the dog is starting to attack again." Li wanted to pick up the cigarette butt on the ground and took a sip, and handed it to a soldier beside him to continue to have fun.

I didn't wait for the soldier to smoke, "Boom!" With a sound, another shell exploded...

With the shrill of air friction, then another one fell from the sky, "Touch!" This is closer.

Fuck, the dog is bullying people. As soon as they attacked, a new round of attack by the Beiyang army began.

The furious Li wanted to kick open the empty ammunition box, grabbed the gun and rushed out of the headquarters bunker.

"Mom's coins, tell Song Que to everyone who can go into the battle, push it up for me. You must hold on to me and hold on at all costs. You are all dead, and I deserve you to die together!" Li wanted to order without leaving room. Again, even if you are dead, you have to stand it for me.

With such attack frequency and artillery firepower, the Beiyang Army's several attacks will make a full division lose. In any case, the artillery strength of the Beiyang Army is much stronger than that of the Revolutionary Army. Who can withstand the cooperation of those artillerymen and marchers? Now the whole Golden Eagle Commando has been killed and injured by more than half of its casualties. If it can't be removed to mend, I'm afraid that the whole division of Huangcun will be killed by tomorrow, but where should it be retreated by the Beiyang Army of the Ninth Road? Maybe we can only wait until dark to seek a breakthrough.

Li wants to see the sky shrouded in gunpowder smoke, and the dusk is like blood! Hold on a little longer. If you resist this attack, it will be dark, and the enemy's artillery will lose its function, and you can't make such an attack again.

In this new round of artillery fire, the artillery fire of Sun Chuanfang's Beiyang Army was very fierce, and shells hit almost every second. Li Xiang even felt that he seemed to be as thrilling as the lonely boat wandering in the stormy waves. The earth is trembling, and the air is burning.

The Beiyang Army's infantry impact group was almost black and covered with the battlefield, which looked like a touch of yellow paint painted on that piece of paper.

"The dog said!" Li wanted to scold in his hoarse voice.

Rows of explosions buzzed out of the clouds in the sky, and a sharp roar came down from the sky. The raindrops kept falling on the defensive position of the revolutionary army. The dense explosions rose one after another, and the fireballs rose to the sky one after another.

Once again, the earth was trembling and ** in the sound of a violent explosion, and it was full of fire. Even the heat in the air became hotter because of the flying steel fragments and flying flesh and blood.

The yellow on the rice paper is still moving forward quickly, and the winding revolutionary trench seems to be submerged by the scorched black and shocking bright red. Flesh and blood are flying, and corpses are everywhere.

Li Xiang looked at the scene in front of him with some trepidation. A bomb roared and suddenly plunged into the position of the revolutionary army. A period of trenches were swallowed up by the suddenly blooming flowers of death. Looking at the bloody wind flying all over the sky, Li Xiang felt a burst of tension in his heart.

"Ready to fire!" Looking at the Beiyang army crowd rushing in, Li Xiangcang, who was lying in the scattered pit, suddenly ordered.

"The dog is crazy. This is the first round today." Song Que curled his lips heartlessly.

A whole row of Hanyang-made rifles are brushed on the trench. The only rack Maxim heavy machine gunman is half lying behind the sandbag, and the ammunition hand beside him is half holding the bullet chain, swallowing saliva, or licking the dry and watery cracked lips. Not nervous, but eager.

"What the fuck, aren't these dogs afraid of death!" Song Que is still heartless muttering here.

Li Xiang really couldn't see it and scolded, "Why don't you go back to your own position!"

Song Que didn't say a word and walked away in frustration.

The Beiyang army in the distance was getting closer and closer, and several Beiyang army officers who pulled out their sabers walked in the front.

The land southwest of Wang Jin has been soaked in too much blood. Of course, the most in short supply is those three or two groups of wandering souls. At this time, this unknown mountainous area in Hubei has already become a real mill, a flesh and blood mill, devouring life and flesh and blood.

"Fire, fire!" As Li wanted to throw a grenade, the rifleman on the whole line hurriedly pulled the trigger. Rows of bullets split out like a wasp in a bombed nest. Maxim's heavy machine gun roared at the same time, and the dense rain of machine gun bullets licked crazily. The earth was destroyed by killing and gunfire. Countless bullets converged into a deadly metal wall, and a piece of flesh and blood flew across the place. Pieces of Beiyang troops fell into pieces like cut mustard grass.

"Don't forget, we are the revolutionary army! We don't want to be slaves, we want freedom, we want dignity, we want democracy! There are only the unyielding jade broken war dead, and there is no full Republic!" Li wanted to look at the Beiyang army that was still crazily advancing through the heavy fire net. He simply picked up the machine gun next to him, jumped out, and roared at the revolutionary soldiers on the whole front.

Another direction.

"All bayonets are ready, ready!" Song Que raised his hand and shouted in a hoarse voice. At the same time, a row of riflemen were equipped with bayonets under the muzzle of the gun that imitated the 79 Mauser rifle in Hanyang.

"Hand grenades, get ready."

"Throw it!" With Li Xiang's order, dozens of grenades were thrown out at the same time, swinging an unbeautiful arc in the air, and then falling down. A mass of smoke and dust was blown up one after another, and countless fragments instantly made the flesh and blood of the Beiyang army almost rushed to the front, and the corpses were everywhere. There is blood sprayed everywhere.

As the most powerful support firepower of the revolutionary army, those 82mm small steel cannons almost made a dull "bang, bang..." shooting sound vertically, and the cannonballs fell down one after another, blowing up the firelight. The busy little steel gunners almost hit the barrel and had to water desperately. When each ladle of water is poured on the hot barrel, there are bursts of "squeak, squeak..." sound.

"Damn the coins, hit, hit me, kill these dogs!" Li Xiang, who put his shoulder against Krupp's butt and empty several chains one after another, shivered with the machine gun and cursed.

At this battle, almost the Golden Eagle Commando was overwhelmed. Even the soldiers who Li wanted to bring reinforcements from the division headquarters died.

The firepower of the Beiyang Army was very fierce, and Li Xiang constantly had soldiers around him who were knocked down by flying bullets. However, like everyone else, he continued to stand on the front. At this time, no one said half a step back.

In addition to the bloody five-star red flag like dusk, which is still hunting in the wind, the defense line is already chaotic like porridge. The companies and platoons are falling into a melee. In some areas, the Beiyang army even rushed in again, and there was a fierce white-to-hand battle.

Although Sun Chuanfang's Beiyang Army wanted to pull out and break through this nail-like wedge into the position of the Li Madman Revolutionary Army in the southwest of Wang Jin, in front of the Li Madman Revolutionary Army, Sun Chuanfang did not get anything except leaving corpses everywhere.

Sun Chuanfang watched the thick blood-like color of the sky sinking step by step. Time passed minute by minute in the blood color, and the crazy blood color in her pupils was getting deeper and deeper.

"The nine-way army is surrounded, and I'm afraid that the madman Li will put on his wings and fly."

Sun Chuanfang exhaled a turbid breath fiercely, and finally said to herself, which was also looking for a place to relieve her bleeding all day.

( Scenery: roll on the street for red tickets, collect...)