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In the thick black smoke, the fire curled up until it burned into a pile of scorched black metal debris. There is chaos everywhere. The wounded were covered with blood all over their faces, and several soldiers who were thrown out lay motionless on the road.

Under the death order of General Li, all divisions in the Qianjialing area formed hundreds of death squads and launched a full-scale attack on the last few strongholds such as Qianjialing, Leiming Drum, Tian Busu and Jianlusu.

A row of cannonballs fell down with a sharp and sad roar, and the shrapnel splashed everywhere, and thick smoke rolled up. The air was filled with a scorching smell, with a strong smell of gunpowder smoke and bloody smell.

"Go up, go up!" While the firepower of the Beiyang Army was suppressed, the revolutionary army soldiers rushed through the fire blockade of the Beiyang Army.

With the cover of a crater, the revolutionary soldiers lying inside poured out the light and heavy firepower, while hastily establishing a defense. Rows of bullets flew on the battlefield like flying locusts.

The air seems to be very dull, which makes people breathless.

In the last five minutes, for two people who fell to the ground exhausted and scarred, it is not so much a comparison of strength as a will. Li Shang's last blow completely destroyed Wang Zhanyuan in momentum.

There were one or two thunder-like explosions, and the whole Qianjialing was completely shrouded in gunpowder smoke. The Beiyang artillery in the distance fired several large-caliber shells from time to time, howled across the sky like a torn cloth, and then smashed it heavily, turning into a thick fire wrapped in flying shrapnel.

A fireball opened a dazzling arc with a hot trajectory, and plunged into the Maxim machine gun position not far from Wang Zhanyuan. There was a deafening explosion and a flame gushed out, "Wow!" The scorching heat made Wang Zhanyuan feel that his back was as painful as being tortured by ancient "washing".

"Ah! Ah..." Someone screamed.

"Dog said, their gunfire is more accurate than those who graduated from the Artillery Department! Who said they were mud-legged? I don't know who is cursing vaguely.

Wang Zhanyuan didn't care so much. He quickly ran along the trench to the machine gun position where he had just received a shell. The Maxim heavy machine gun, which was blown up like a fire stick, has been blown to pieces. The cooling water is mixed with blood flowing everywhere. The charred sandbags are still burning and smelly smoke. The two machine gunners were blown to an unidentified face and kept a frightened expression on their skin.

Wang Zhanyuan couldn't help vomiting, and the body looked disgusting.

Boom! There was another huge explosion, and another position not far away was hit by another shell, which was full of bloody and fragmented corpses.

The sound of fried bean-like gunfire sounded in a hurry. Now the whole position has taken care of a lot of people. There is a random shooting at the crazy offensive line of the revolutionary army. On the contrary, the intertwined and shuttled twilight bullets pulled out the beautiful arc under the dim yellow sky reflected by the artillery fire, and the madness was a little bloody cruelty.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The rapid explosion sounded, and then the firelight. Wang Zhanyuan saw a large fireball rising from a trench at the corner. Wang Zhanyuan remembered that he had just temporarily dodged the shelling of the revolutionary army there. At least a team of soldiers nestled there. Now... Maybe they are all dead.

With his eyes full of blood, Wang Zhanyuan's teeth were itchy with hatred. In the battle of Hankou, he was greatly rewarded, which can be said to have a bright future. In a blink of an eye, the reputation accumulated by half of my life is about to be explained here. I'm really unwilling...

The cover gunfire of the revolutionary army is getting more and more fierce. It seems that it is more accurate. The ghost knows when he will disappear in the rising fireworks, or be directly ground into a pool of blood mud by a shell falling from the sky and a bunker, or be captured by Li madman, working hard in the revolutionary army prison camp like Zhang Xiyuan...

Wang Zhanyuan looked up and found that the position of the Beiyang Army in the distance was already a sea of fire. In the continuous sound of martyrdom, from time to time, a pillar of fire rose to the sky, accompanied by bursts of confused scolding and killing.

Gradually, the flanked resistance began to disperse, which was the head of the Beiyang barracks, which built a defense line in the left wing.

Wang Zhanyuan began to have a bad feeling in his heart. He felt that he should do something. Waiting for death was not his style.

"You take a few people over there and you must block the bandit attack." Wang Zhanyuan said to an officer next to him.

"But my lord, it's already very difficult for us." A soldier and bird minister turned sideways and wondered that his beautiful face was bloodless. The tragic battlefield made him too afraid. Only when he saw that he was full of soldiers would he feel a little at ease. However, he couldn't finish his words. A bullet from nowhere knocked open his head, and a hole was opened on his originally beautiful face. Dark red blood slowly flowed out with brain plasma. His face was dazzled, and his eyes were hanging in a strange shape, and blood and white brains were splashing everywhere.

Wang Zhanyuan felt that his face was warm. He stretched out his hand and wiped it with blood. It was the blood of the most beloved bird lover whose head was knocked open with a hole. Wang Zhanyuan felt that he wanted to vomit again. No matter how beautiful and touching the bird was in Wang Zhanyuan's mind, he felt the same nausea after death.

When Wang Zhanyuan's Qianjialing stronghold was in a bitter battle, other strongholds of the Beiyang Army were also in danger. As soon as the counterattack of the Beiyang Army was launched, the artillery fire of the Revolutionary Army hit over. The shells came down one after another, and many Beiyang soldiers were killed in battle.

A row of roaring shells exploded one after another, and the explosion wave overturned a group of Beiyang soldiers who tried to counterattack. Some soldiers tried to save their robes under the cover of their companions' desperate firepower, but they were soon knocked down by the dense rain of the revolutionary army. The bodies of many Beiyang soldiers lay on the battlefield full of bullet pits, and the blood flowed everywhere.

With the advance of the revolutionary army's offensive front line, followed by the attack of the revolutionary army's dense small steel cannon firepower. The lethality of those swaying grenades to the unobstructed Beiyang infantry is amazing. Countless flying steel fragments splashed out and shot at the Beiyang Army who were looking for cover everywhere. Soldiers. The tragic voices of the injured people rose one after another. In the continuous explosions, the firelight kept burning, like exploding fireworks. It was such a glorious and ferociousness full of death.

A dense rain of bullets hit the wall of the trenches that Wang Zhanyuan was hiding, and the bullets roared across, which really scared Wang Zhanyuan very much. It seems that the fierce revolutionary army is staring at here.

Gritting his teeth and making a fierce attack, Wang Zhanyuan jumped out of the trench in the rain of bombs swept by the revolutionary army and jumped into the ruins not far away. The splashing bullets clenched Wang Zhanyuan's heel and nibbled out the muddy water flying on the mud all over the ground.

Boom! In the huge explosion, the bunker that had just been hiding had completely disappeared into a huge fireball. Wang Zhanyuan stared at the red and black fireball that was gradually rolling up.

The tragedy of the battle is frightening, and the steel-flame meat grinder ruthlessly devours the lives of the soldiers on both sides. Wang Zhanyuan felt that it was difficult to breathe. He was scorched everywhere and tore Wang Zhanyuan's alveoli hot.

There are constantly positions in the fierce artillery fire of the revolutionary army. In the flying steel fragments, the broken limbs and arms are mixed with scarlet blood splashing everywhere. This is not a battle, but a complete killing.

In the face of the crazy attack of the revolutionary army, his men were almost against it. The army suffered a lot of casualties. The position of the Beiyang Army on this side once almost collapsed. If he hadn't gritted his teeth and sent more than a dozen people to help stabilize the position, I'm afraid that side would have collapsed.

A cannonball "Bun!" It hit the outside of the regiment, and a huge fireball "bang!" With a rising sound, it was scorching, and a piece of flesh and blood flew across the bunker. Damn, the dog's bandit army is almost a crazy counterattack, as crazy as Li Madman.

Wang Zhanyuan's whole body was drenched with blood mixed with minced meat. In the trench, there were only two living people, Wang Zhanyuan and another soldier, left in a blink of an eye. The attack of the Beiyang Army was one after another, and the shells were one after another.

Wang Zhanyuan was almost desperately putting up with it, and the soldier curled up beside him couldn't do it. His face was full of blood, and his empty eyes muttered to himself. If not a sandbag had blocked all the fragments for him, I'm afraid he would have been a fragmented corpse at this time. Obviously, he was scared and let Wang Zhanyuan shout a few times, but he ignored it.

Another cannonball roared down and suddenly exploded. The soldier who was in great panic went crazy. He ran out of the trench without regard and ran crazily on the battlefield where bullets were flying.

The first-class bullet pierced his back, and then flew away from his left front chest, bringing a splash of blood. While the bullet rolled out of the body, the metal projectile with a huge metal kinetic energy smashed the weak heart in an instant. Such an injury could not be saved.

Wang Zhanyuan looked at the fallen figure and shook his head in despair. The Beiyang Army lost...

With the stop of the gunfire cover, piles of revolutionary troops surged up. The storm-like bullets hit the defense line of Qianjialing of the Beiyang Army like an open pot, and the light and heavy firepower of the Beiyang Army, which was still struggling, was like mowing grass and knocking down many attacking revolutionary forces in a pool of blood. The battle fell into a fierce battle, extremely bloody and cruel.

Relying on the advantage of military strength, shouting "Forward!" The revolutionary army quickly invaded the periphery of the defense position of the Beiyang Army in Qianjialing.

Zeng Gao immediately pulled out the only reserve team in his hand, the strength of a regiment, and the rapid expansion of the results. After a round of dense small steel cannon fire, the machine gun fire was suppressed. The grenades were smashed out like hail, all kinds of light and heavy firepower suddenly swept through, and rain-like bullets were released. Wherever the bullet screen passed, there was a bloody wind, and the broken and incomplete corpses were all over the ground.

"Shang up the bayonet!" The soldiers of the revolutionary army made a earth-snical cry.

The revolutionary soldiers who rushed up with bayonets poured into the breakthrough, which was a rush. The grenade blew up the blood mist. The touch of scarlet splashed all over the sky.

Stepping on the scarlet blood mud everywhere, the revolutionary army rolled up like a flood tide, along the road opened by artillery fire, shouting to counterattack, killing the sky.

The revolutionary officers and soldiers with bayonets pushed the Beiyang Army out of the defense circle with a fierce white-to-edge battle, constantly expanding the gap.

( Scene: There is still an update today. Brothers fight for their lives during the Spring Festival, and they will give them the counting of tickets!)