156 The ideal of loyalty

Huaxi, the flames of war, which once reached an impasse between the attacking and defending sides, burned fiercely.

A long string of bullets roared past Li Xiang's ear, and the vigorous wind made his cheeks hurt. He couldn't help taking a deep breath. While secretly celebrating his life, he should not forget to play handsome in front of the soldiers and show the cool charm of the battlefield commander. However, the fierce and crazy machine gun firepower of the Beiyang Army has almost become the biggest nightmare on the front of the revolutionary army. The rain of bullets spilled by these light and heavy machine gun firepower almost completely constitutes an impenetrable wall of death. The charge again and again resulted in many soldiers, who were knocked down in a pool of blood by the rain of bullets of the Beiyang Army in this way. The lives of revolutionary soldiers quickly withered in the most gorgeous and heroic way. If you play handsome on such a tragic battlefield, you will inevitably feel cold-blooded!

Before the war, from the soldiers who followed his righteousness to the people who were suffering along the road, they all placed infinite hope and trust in him. The life and death, future and ideals of these soldiers, the life, property and safety of these people were also closely related to the battle of his fate. The troops allocated to him on the Xiaochang battlefield were enough, and he launched his own attack at the earliest. But four hours later, Huaxi's copper walls and iron walls and the tenacious Beiyang army have resisted the frenzy of revolutionary army attacks. Wrap him tightly like cowhide candy. With the tenacious struggle of the Northwest Army, he even had a headache.

His attack has not progressed for a long time. What worries him most is that if the revolutionary army can't take Huaxi as planned, it will be impossible to take Xiaochang, and his revolutionary army can't cut off the traffic line of the Beiyang garrison on the Beijing-Han line, which is bound to affect his entire revolutionary action.

Li Xiang is not Yue Wumu, the god of the long-win army who is used to fighting and has made outstanding achievements in battle. He fell into this dilemma because of the battle against the Beiyang army. It can be said that victory or defeat is a common thing in the military family. As a modern person with culture and knowledge, Li Xiang is not an old soldier who is not a deep military path, he will not know this truth. Li thought that he would not have this kind of ugliness because he had never had this kind of ugliness; he had not suffered such unexpected failure and unexpected setbacks, which made his blood surge up and his head hot.

It's just this battle. He can say, "It's common for soldiers to win or lose", just perfunctory? After so much effort, after the failure of the 1911 Revolution, the bloody and tearful history of the nation is the most painful memory he carried from a hundred years later. If you want to change this painful history, you will never fail!

Li Xiang doesn't have much experience in the war, but he has a good habit. The harder the battle is, the more thrilling it is. The more energetic he is, the more flexible his mind is. It seems that he is born to live in such a troubled world, and it seems that he is born to be the commander-in-chief on the battlefield!

Trapped up in the Beiyang Army in Xiaochang, he knew that it was just the beginning, and the hard battle was behind. Moreover, his revolutionary army is an outside battle in the inner line. If he wants to eat the Beiyang army of three military stations in Xiaochang, Duan Qirui will not give him much time. Before the arrival of the reinforcements sent by Duan Qirui from Xiaogan, he must solve the strongholds of Huaxi and Xiacun and make Xiaochang a lonely city. At this time, he can make a beautiful move of the PLA tradition. Tactics: encircle and help! Otherwise, you will not be able to fight the tiger, but you will suffer from it.

There is not much hesitation, only attack, regardless of the sacrifice of the attack, with fierce blood to tear the deadlock in the fierce battle.

For a while, the bayonet is like a forest, and the bullets are also like rain. The whole front launched an attack at the same time. In the cry of Qi Tian, the black figure launched a decisive charge towards the copper wall and iron wall of Huaxi. Li Xiang, with a blue face, pulled out his saber and led countless revolutionary soldiers against the flying bullets and roared through Tianyu: "Kill!" The trajectory of countless shiny shimmering bullets is like a chain of fire, intertwined with terrible lines of fire in the night. People are constantly falling down, and there is a bloody fog and a continuous falling sound everywhere. Go, go!" Under the leading charge of Marshal Li and the leading charge of the battalion officers and soldiers, a group of revolutionary soldiers once again set off a wave of attack on the whole Huaxi front. Regardless of his body, he moved forward, forward... He sent out a roar that was not human and detered the whole battlefield... On the whole front, it was like experiencing a metal baptism like a storm. The bullets that swept over the face came like a swarm of bees, and the intertwined lines of fire swled in the night. ............Everything can't stop the torrent of the revolutionary army...

Under the fierce fire of the Beiyang Army, the casualties of the attacking revolutionary army were extremely alarming. And the rain of machine gun bullets that swept over the ground knocked down the rows of revolutionary soldiers like cutting wheat. But the advance of this wave has never stopped.

The bullet rain swept by. From time to time, someone fell to the ground and rushed to the front of the soldiers responsible for blasting. They were the vanguard of the attack. They held bundles of grenades, and the explosive bags rushed to the streets and alley walls around the southwest half of Huaxi, and detonated with the determination to burn jade.

The lightning-like firelight is intertwined and blooming in the drows of war, and the explosive air waves are mixed with flying fragments splashing the death they want to bring. Flesh and mud are flying everywhere under the night sky, and there is continuous blood fog, meat and dirt being raised and put in the night. There are revolutionary army soldiers, and more are Beiyang army soldiers.

This line of wall was finally blown up. And the crowds in cyan military uniforms are rolling forward, filling these gaps in an instant.

The revolutionary army was inexperienced. At the beginning, the impact was concentrated at the exit of several lanes in the town, and the firepower of the Beiyang Army was also concentrated there. When the number and impulse of people cannot overwhelm the counterattack firepower of the Beiyang Army, it is inevitable to be suppressed again and again. Although Li Xiang urgently commanded the troops to extend to the two wings, the impact road is still limited and it is still impossible to achieve a breakthrough. It was not until the explosive attack on the wall of the private house outside Huaxi that finally tore open the copper wall and iron wall of the Beiyang army. A white blade impact has been formed on the west side of Huaxi Town!

The revolutionary army launched a white-edged attack on the whole line, because Li Xiang knew from the beginning that the firepower gap between the revolutionary army and the Beiyang army. Only when it was completely strangled with the enemy could the Beiyang army's firepower advantage not be exerted. Therefore, Li wants to know that it is the best thing to do if he leads the troops to charge immediately.

Li Xiang, who was blown down by the explosion, barely got up from the ground. Through the shining firelight of the explosion, he could faintly see the flesh and blood of his dead companions around him. In front of the front of the front not far away, the army was colliding into a regiment with the Beiyang Army, bursting out extremely tragically. White-edged battle.

The distance between the two sides was not far away. The revolutionary army rushed into the gap, and the two armies fell into a melee in the streets. Originally, Sun Chuanfang's defense was sophisticated and paid attention to the blockade of the road with firepower, but now what he is waiting for is the impact of all the white blades of the revolutionary army!

The roar of the violent explosion in Li Xiang's mind had not subsided. He shook his head vigorously to make himself a little more sober. He stagnated slightly and walked forward with the command knife. In a slight review, he was full of heroic and fearless revolutionary soldiers killed and wounded, as well as the bodies of the arrogant Beiyang Army who were killed in the previous counterattack. The ground was covered with scorched earth soaked with blood, and the smell of gunpowder and blood lingered. The mutilated guns and corpses are overlapping, full of such frightening, and there is also the ferocious color of the Asura field. This is a hell battlefield that American film DreamWorks can't show in blockbusters a hundred years later! The fiery battlefield is not the place that Li Xiang can feel. He clenched the long knife in his hand and waved it hard, waved away these weak and mixed thoughts, strode towards the intertwined sound of killing, the dying howl, the muffled sound when the bayonet sank into the human body, and the sound of the broken bones became a piece of hell war. Go to the field.

Here, there is a group of revolutionary soldiers with the purest ideals fighting! They do not hesitate to die in pursuit of national independence, the prosperity of the country, and the freedom of individuals!

Their loyalty to revolutionary beliefs is so high that people living in a peaceful world a hundred years later can't imagine!

The morale and cohesion of this army is the outbreak of the Chinese national spirit that has suppressed for more than 260 years!

The firepower of the Beiyang Army was very fast. In front of the position not far away, a Beiyang Army officer holding a saber was waving a command knife in a panic, commanding two light machine guns to sweep this side and that side. The lower officers of the Beiyang Army looked at the bayonet on the loose line and didn't know where to point the command knife and in which direction to concentrate the firepower. The soldiers only had to shoot by themselves, and the firepower dispersed at once.

In a short distance, the Beiyang soldiers had not finished their bullets. In the angry shouts, dozens of figures of revolutionary army soldiers rushed out of the firelight, and the bright bayonet had reached in front of their noses. The momentum of the revolutionary army is magnificent, like a tiger going down the mountain. Many panicked Beiyang soldiers were stabbed through the chest by the bayonet of the revolutionary army soldiers when they collided with each other.

A Beiyang officer shouted strangely and waved a Western command knife and rushed up. "Oh..." The Beiyang army officer who just rushed up had no time to dodge, so he was hit hard on his waist with the butt of a revolutionary soldier emerging from the back of the side. He was hit so that the soles of his feet staggered forward, and was killed by a corpse in front of him. Stump, the guy groaned in pain, fell out, and threw the gun in his hand a few meters away. Seeing that he was hit, the young revolutionary soldier raised his hand and inserted the bayonet diagonally.

Seeing the shining cold bayonet piercing down at him, the Beiyang army officer hurriedly turned over and rolled away. The revolutionary army soldier's bayonet snapped and stabbed into the air. At the moment when the revolutionary army soldiers collected their guns, the guy got up in a hurry and ran to his gun, which had been thrown aside. The revolutionary soldiers who stabbed in the air had just pulled back their guns, and the officers of the Beiyang Army had run several meters away. Looking at this embarrassed guy, the revolutionary army soldiers with muscles all over his face sneered. Is the will of the Beiyang Army crushed in this way? It seems that 'to carry the revolution to the end' will be realized soon.

With a bang, a gunshot, he shot at the fleeing Beiyang Army officer. The barrel made by Hanyang is still curling around the green smoke.

The Beiyang Army officer looked down at a blood hole in his chest, and an idea flashed in his mind between the electric sparks: "Those goods robbed from the south have no life to enjoy! I have died for Lord Yuan's loyalty! Er, er, er, er... Why did I die for Lord Yuan's loyalty?" With unwillingness and confusion, the Beiyang Army officer knelt down and fell down.

Li wanted to rush into the battlefield. When the long knife danced, he crossed the knife air that was colder than the night here, and even the flashing cold light of the enemy's bayonet bloomed under the night. Li Xiang, who was holding the command knife, hit everything with the enemy. At the same time, he flashed away the bayonet that the enemy stabbed, and at the same time, the long blade in his hand split down. With a crisp sound, a blood arrow splashed high, and the enemy with a cut off his neck took a few steps forward with the inertia of thrusting, and fell down. It seemed to be incredible. The enemy who had lost his head and blood gushed from his neck fell to the ground and twitched like a frog, while the head that had lost his body was still staring blankly, looking straight at the night sky with the eyes that had long lost its color. The blood splashed on his face aroused the wild fierceness in Li Xiang's heart. He shouted, "Kill!" The tide-like revolutionary army launched a white-edged charge one after another, and the angry roar rolled like thunder!

After a short and bloody fight, the remaining officers and soldiers on the Beiyang Army barricade had collapsed and turned around and ran away.

The enemy in front of me can be defeated by me!

The revolutionary officers and soldiers were so tired that they still chased and killed them with rifles and bayonets in anger. The officers and soldiers rushed through the west street with their last breath, and the people in front of them stopped.

Li Xiang seemed to hear the soldiers shouting: "Marshal! The enemy has an ambush!"

Li wanted to look up and saw that in the thick smoke, an army had opened the queue and silently blocked the street where they were moving forward!

In front of them, there are rows of snowy bayonet, advancing like a knife mountain. In the night, there is a dazzling cold light!

Where did these enemies come from?

Li Xiang hasn't fully reacted yet. Several long fire tongues have flashed in the wing gap of the enemy's queue, and the ear is the copper sound that almost knocks into the heart. Almost immediately, a row of small mud columns lifted by bullets had been raised in front of him. The unobstructed revolutionary army in front of him, the soldiers who had just broken through the Beiyang army's defense line for the rest of their lives, trembled and fell down again, and the rest of the people quickly lay down.

Li Xiang also lay down and tried to look into the distance. On the flank of the Beiyang Army's attack queue, there was a Mark Qin, constantly spraying a dead fire snake.

Li Xiang didn't have time to think too much. He pulled out his voice and ordered loudly: "Shoot! Transfer Mark Qin over!"

Sun Chuanfang, the stationmaster of Huaxi Bing Station, saw the small revolutionary officer behind the attack team and under the heavy protection of the guards. Those tired, haggard and scarred revolutionary army soldiers and officers gathered around him, but none of them had the intention of throwing a gun to escape. Those junior officers in military boots put on a posture of breaking the boat. The rain of bombs on the opposite side did not weaken at all, although their people fell one after another.

Sun Chuanfang just took a deep breath.

It came in time, and the situation finally returned to control... No matter how these revolutionary forces who are not afraid of death came from, they are doomed to be destroyed here...