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In the dark space, the tongue of fire spewing from the machine gun shines, and a cannonball lights up the dark spot, which is extinguished in an instant, one after another.

Zhang Xu lay in the ditch, took off the cap on his head and threw it to the soldiers beside him. As soon as he was about to look at the war situation, he heard a whining over his head, which made him so scared that he quickly withdrew his head. Bang! The shells fell behind them, the explosive heat wave blew over their heads, and the soil fell like rain, hitting their heads. Behind them came an out-of-tune scream, which could pierce the roar of guns on the battlefield, which was very miserable. The flames of war shone from time to time, illuminating the beautiful little face of Zhang Xu's side. It was pale, and the smell of shit under the crotch gushed out. Zhang Xu grabbed the cap, stretched out his hand and put it on his head. Zhang Xu is now a little regretful. When he chose his own soldiers, he only cared about some of his special hobbies and completely forgot to consider going to the battlefield.

Zhang Xu carefully came out of his head, and the bullets flew around him. The cannonballs roared over his head. He carefully observed the situation in front of him. He didn't have time for half a quarter of an hour, that is, sweating on his back. Under the cover of the cannon machine gun, the revolutionary army launched its first charge, and the death squad sacrificed their lives to rush to the railway bridge. Zhang Xu saw at a glance that the front position was unstable, and the impact of the revolutionary army had not yet rushed to the front. The camp of the Qing soldiers at the railway bridge had been scared by the revolutionary army's desperate way of fighting. Maybe the revolutionary army would collapse if it rushed forward. Zhang Xu shouted wildly to the supervisor, "Who dares to take a step back and cut it for me!" As long as Zhang Xu is still here, no one is allowed to retreat!"

The Qing army has no way to retreat, and to be more precise, Zhang Xu has no way to retreat. He is Zhang Biao's younger brother. He is connected with him. He is damaged and glorious. Zhang Biao suffered defeats one after another, losing his land and the city. If he loses three bridges again, the Zhang family will really kill the family. As long as he defends the three bridges, Zhang Biao can also make contributions before the Beiyang army went south with the help of Zhang Xiyuan. So far, the world is in chaos, and the court is the time to employ people, and it will not be too difficult for their Zhang family. Maybe there is still time to use their Zhang family. All this must be done until the immediate crisis is over and the three bridges are guarded. Before leaving, Zhang Biao promised him that as long as he met Zhang Xiyuan, he would immediately support the Sandao Bridge. Zhang Xiyuan's Mixed Association came by train. It won't take long to get to Sandao Bridge by tomorrow morning at the latest.

Zhang Xu has figured out that since there is no way back, he will fight to the end. As long as the soldiers took a step back, they immediately fell to the ground. Zhang Xu ran to the front of the battle in the rain of bullets and personally supervised the array. The sergeant's knife in his hand was bloody. He personally enforced the law, and his cut off head piled up behind him into a small Jingguan. The Qing soldiers in front of the battle no longer dared to look back. Zhang Xu, who was stained with a robe and blood, had hysterical madness in his eyes. The soft soil under his feet was full of the blood of the headless body of the Qing soldiers. None of you could run, and no one could run away.

The Qing soldiers guarding in front of the railway bridge had no way to retreat. The Revolutionary Army death squads were getting closer and closer, and the pressure of death pressed their nerves to become numb. They mechanically pulled the gun, exited the shell casing, loaded the bullets, and blindly shot forward. The death squad of the revolutionary army is very close to them. They can also hit the target by shooting randomly. The revolutionary army is not beaten by iron. They are all flesh and blood. It is not that someone fell into the river with a muffled. The sound of falling into the water is closer to the bridge of the Qing army's position, the more diligent it is. Finally, some people fall into the water, like dumplings, but the revolution The death squad did not retreat, and continued to rush forward regardless of life and death. Zhang Xu, who was in charge of the battle, opened his big eyes, full of blood nets, and shouted crazily: "Shoot! Shoot! Shoot..."

The Revolutionary Army death squads are about to rush into the front position of the Qing army. In such a dark night, the Qing army in the front position can already see the faces of the front revolutionary soldiers by the shining fire of war. Zhang Xu's loyal confidant officers have begun to waver. The revolutionary army is so crazy that as long as they rush over the bridge, none of them can escape. There was a timidity in his heart that he couldn't help but quietly took a step back. Unexpectedly, Zhang Xu immediately noticed that the situation on the battlefield was so tense that the revolutionary army was about to attack the position. The gunfire sounded around them. Zhang Xu still closely monitored every move of all the soldiers around him.

Zhang Xu shouted hysterically, "You want to escape!"

"Your Excellency, I didn't!" The officer subconsciously turned his head and looked at the Beijing View. His face was pale, and his hands shook and retreated repeatedly.

Zhang Xu rushed up with red eyes and was impatient to listen to his superfluous explanation. He waved a knife and cut off his head neatly. No one can escape. He was martyred with the Qing Dynasty today.

The officer's blood sprayed on the neck and fell to the ground, and the head rolled down. The sound of gunfire still rumbled in his ears. Everyone's faces were pale and lost their blood color. They really wanted to escape. Escape must be dead. Try your best to resist the revolutionary army, and there is still a glimmer of life. No matter how slim the vitality is, you can only give it a try. All the officers consciously stepped forward to command the army. If the Revolutionary Army's death squad took another step forward, they could only fight with bayonets. Even so, they would drive the revolutionary army off the river.

Zhou Xing, the battalion commander of a battalion, held the machine gun plane and fired a burst of straf at the bridge position of the Qing army. In the night, he could not see the Qing army hiding behind the bunker clearly. He just saw a fire flashing across the opposite side, and he adjusted the muzzle for a long shot. The original machine gunner was dead. The machine gun was mounted on the railcart and rushed to the Qing army camp by two soldiers. The fire tongue spewed by the machine gun was the most obvious target in the dark. Lao Lin, the original machine gunman, hung it halfway to the railway bridge in the car. Zhou Xing was on the edge at that time. He immediately jumped on the cart and pulled down Lao Lin's body. He picked up his machine gun and shot at the Qing soldiers. They kept launching fierce attacks on the Qing soldiers' positions, flowing like rain. The intuition of the battlefield told him that because of their power, the Qing soldiers' counterattack began to panic. They rushed for a while, and the Qing soldiers would collapse. Zhou Xing shouted, "Go!" He was so excited that he picked up Maxim's machine gun. The death squad members of the Revolutionary Army also felt the hesitation of the Qing soldiers, and even the streamers became weak, and they rushed forward desperately. The victory was not as simple as Zhou Xing expected. The Revolutionary Army's death squad smoothly rushed out and advanced by more than ten meters. The Qing soldiers suddenly woke up like drunk people. They were no longer panicked and no longer hesitate. The rain of bullets poured over, and the revolutionary army soldiers rushed to the front immediately fell down and rolled over! Puff! Falling down the river.

Zhou Xing opened his eyes wide, and his grief and indignation surged. He desperately urged the soldiers behind him to push the chariot forward. The machine gun spewed out the tongue of fire and kept shooting at the place with the most dense firepower of the Qing army to suppress the Qing army's firepower. The Qing army seemed to be desperate, constantly fighting back against his firepower network. Zhou Xing was surrounded by soldiers who kept falling down and falling down the river. Zhou Xing gritted his teeth and swept off a firepower concentration of the Qing army's position with a machine gun, and the Qing army immediately sent someone to make up for it. The artillery camp behind Zhou Xing has not stopped bombarding the Qing army's position. Although the cannon was not accurate at night, the lethality of the Qing army's position was still not small, and it was still unable to effectively suppress the Qing army's firepower. The Qing army completely ignored the casualties and used human lives to withstand the fire suppression of the revolutionary army. When did the Qing army become so brave and not afraid of sacrifice? With a poof, a mouthful of thick phlegm soared far away. A group of poor mice devoured cats. I beat you back to the prototype. Zhou Xing's hand did not stop, the machine gun plane was still slammed, and the machine gun suddenly spewed fire.

The fierce firepower network of the revolutionary army was covered, causing tragic casualties to the Qing army. Now it is completely relying on cruel military law to suppress the army that is about to collapse. Zhang Xu squeezed his thick lips tightly and stared at the position in front of him. Such suppression would not last long.

The numb nerves of the Qing soldiers were also about to burst, and the shells exploded around them. Some unlucky ghosts were cut off half of their heads by shrapnel. The white brains and warm blood sprinkled on this soil, and they couldn't get enough blood. The machine gun of the revolutionary army spewed out a tongue of fire and had never stopped. It harvested the Qing soldiers mercilessly, and there were former friends and relatives who fell beside them. No one can care about anyone. This life was born in this troubled world, which is even more cheap than the weeds on the roadside. It is thanks to being a soldier in the past few years. Now leave your life here, and you will get the retribution of the present world. They can't remember how much evil they have made in the past few years. Now that God has opened their eyes, they will die without a place to be buried.

Some Qing soldiers on the verge of death, many strange pictures flashed in their minds. Maybe they suddenly found that they were disgraceful for what they had done in their lives. Maybe it was more about resentment of the world. If the world is clear, they can cultivate five mu of thin fields at home, and they don't have to go out to be a soldier. If God has eyes, you should be able to see that it is not these soldiers, but those adults who live high above the temple, and this turbid world.

The numb nerves of the living Qing soldiers no longer know the grief. They are involved in such a battlefield. What is they confused for? To have a mouthful of food? But you haven't had enough to eat? Seeing the former colleagues around him fall one after another, they are just begging for life in troubled times, and live an extra moment. It's not the same for the revolutionary army to come up like this desperately, in order to survive. The revolutionary army rebelled, it just had no food to eat and needed a way to live. The Qing soldiers have red eyes until now. There is really no way out. After killing so many revolutionary troops, they will not agree even if they surrender to the revolutionary army.

The Revolutionary Army Death Squad launched a fierce offensive, no longer caring about their lives at all, and approached the front line of the Qing soldiers at the bridge step by step. The revolutionary army took a step forward and fought with a white bayonet. Now on the three bridges, either you die or I die.