Chapter 41 Fate

At 5:56 on March 22, the earth trembled violently.

Nearly 600 mortars of various calibers, mountain, wild cannons and large-caliber howitzers roared under Fushun City, instantly swallowing the military positions under Fushun City and on the city wall. It is said that the fortifications of the army's painstaking management, firepower points, and the collapse of the soldiers.

Under the cover of strong artillery fire, the commando detachment of the Guards marched with the artillery at the same time as the artillery. The infantry assault artillery created by Kodama Gentaro in Lushun did not stop shooting. The cost of the previous assault troops was different from the casualties of the fire. The commando detachment of the Guards maintained a distance of 100 meters from the artillery, before approaching the Japanese army. Line, the original fierce gunfire immediately extended deep to the Japanese army.

Under the cover of artillery fire, the attack units jumped up and rushed to the enemy with overwhelming momentum. A group of mortar shells blossomed in the enemy's array, and heavy machine guns that suppressed the enemy's firepower spit out fire dragons. The assault groups made a brave impact, and their momentum was irreachable.

For a while, there was thick smoke and shrapnel flying on the battlefield. When the gunfire extended backwards, the soldiers rushed to the front. When they were about to catch the enemy, they first threw two grenades at the Japanese military positions one after another. At the same time, no soldiers were also hit and knocked down. The soldiers rushed up bravely, and many people fell down, and the blood stained the hot land that was bombed by the shells.

At the moment when the grenade thrown by the lancet exploded, the soldiers of the commando team finally rushed into the gutter. Under the dense gunfire and grenade in the gutter, the remnants of the remnants of the garrison did not wait to die, but jumped out of the gutter with the officers, launched a recoil, and showed the attacking troops. Open the white blade to fight.

Two waves like tea green and Tibetan blue collide on the scorching black soil. The submachine guns and light machine guns in the hands of the attacking non-commissioned officers have become a decoration in this chaos. The once proud powerful bullets will become a burden. While he kills the enemy, he will kill his own people. In this kind of In the melee, bayonet and buttstock are the most powerful weapons.

The fight between the bayonet and the bayonet is completely a tear of will. The two sides used bayonets and gunstocks to fight a regiment at the front of the Japanese army's position, and the thrower who jumped into the Japanese army's trenches was too late to take the gun, and even waved a long-handled grenade, as if waving a hammer, shouting in the trench and smashing the enemy's body with a grenade. , head.

"The dog said..."

In a shout in the trench, there was a hoarse roar, Tang Fenglei with a grenade in his hand, and the tea-green cotton military uniform were exposed. The blood first penetrated the cotton-padded coat, and then it oozed out.

His eyes stared at the soldier in front of him, and the black cast iron shell with a grenade in his right hand, which was dripping blood. There were splashing blood on his hands, body and face.

In the previous tearing, he had been stabbed with many bayonets, and his hands felt weak, but he still stared at his eyes and walked towards the Japanese soldier who attacked him.

"%#¥%"

The back man opposite looked at the man who seemed to climb out of hell and muttered that Tang Fenglei could not understand the words at all, but on his face, which was blackened by gunpowder, the fear from the bones, could not deceive people.

"Give..."

When Tang Fenglei approached him, the man shouted and stabbed him.

"si"... Before the bayonet pierced his chest, Tang Fenglei grabbed the bayonet with his left hand. The tip of the knife fell into his chest, and he grabbed the bayonet in his hand, and he didn't even feel pain.

"Ah..."

The bayonet was held by this person like this, and the man who could not advance or retreat was scared by this scene. He shouted in horror and tried hard with his hands to stab the bayonet into the person's body, but he smiled when he saw the man. His smile was like the devil's smile.

"Ah!"

The muddy trench under his feet slipped, and the back man with the gun suddenly fell down. The gun was suspended in the air. The bayonet was held in Tang Fenglei's hand. His left hand slipped towards the bayonet and pressed the lock. The bayonet was removed from the muzzle by Tang Fenglei.

"Hmm!"

With a long hum, he pulled out the bayonet, held the bayonet in his left hand, and carried a bloody grenade in his right hand towards the one who was sitting in the trench. He retreated with his hands and feet and walked back to the Japanese soldier. When he approached him, on the chest wall of the trench, a guard soldier and the Japanese army tore and fell on the chest wall, almost without looking at him. The grenade was held in his right hand, and there was a crisp sound of bones falling from his hand. The head of the soldier who was pinching his comrade-in-arms was opened by a catty of grenade.

Red blood and white brains are splashing.

"Ah..."

The moment in front of him only made the back man's heart weak and afraid. He shouted, and his hands and legs were used and even his buttocks to retreat. When he retreated in the trench, he fell down.

When a navy blue shadow fell in front of him, the bayonet in his left hand instinctively poked forward and twisted it, and the warm blood sprayed Tang Fenglei's hand.

"The dog said!"

By pushing away the body, he scolded again and stared at the Japanese soldier who continued to walk in the trench. At this time, he could not hear any sound in his ears, and there seemed to be only the Japanese soldier who stabbed him coldly in his eyes.

"Ha...haha..."

Suddenly, the man laughed. He looked at the Chinese soldier who was covered in blood and stood up from hell. He laughed loudly. He even forgot his instinct to survive. He just sat in the trench and smiled at the Chinese soldier who did not kill him.

When his head was stuck in front of his chest by Tang Fenglei with his right arm, he had no strength all over his body. The man who completely gave up his consciousness suddenly shouted.

"Mom..."

The next second, the man felt that his neck had been pierced by something.

"Suckling..."

The sound made by the back man with blood in his mouth could clearly cut his neck and cut the bones with a bayonet. Finally, after his arm around the enemy's head and cut his head with a bayonet, Tang Fenglei laughed.

"The dog said!"

Another hoarse curse roared out of his throat, and when he cut the head of the Japanese soldier, beside him, several soldiers even looked at the man in horror. No... he, he was the devil.

Tang Fenglei, who was covered with blood, looked up at the Japanese soldier more than a meter away in front of him. The rifle in his hand, but the bayonet in the gunhead trembled there. Tang Fenglei, who had been covered with blood, looked at the Japanese soldier, grinned and showed his white teeth.

"Ah!"

As soon as the soldier saw his smile, he screamed and threw down his gun and fled back as if he had lost his soul.

"Wo"

With a snort in his voice, the grenade in his right hand was thrown out. The grenade without pulling the detonation cable accurately hit the man's back of the head, and the running enemy's body fell to the ground like mud.

Without of the grenade in his right hand, he naturally pulled out his sword. The one-foot-long sword is the symbol of Huangpusheng. The dagger flashed with a cold white light in the sun. Because of excessive bleeding, Tang Fenglei, who had already blurred consciousness, just continued to walk forward according to instinct, and his eyes that could not turn at this time. You can't distinguish between enemies and comrades-in-arms, but instinctively distinguish enemies and me with the color of military uniforms.

When the blue shadow appeared in front of him, he would cut it with his left hand first, and then poke it forward with his right hand. At this time, the enemy was even one or two steps away from him. He just walked forward in the trench, moving his heavy footsteps. His life was lost step by step, but he continued to walk forward.

When a blue shadow hit his arms, the short sword in his right hand kept stabbing the enemy's waist. When an enemy fell down, the blood-stained face would smile the brightest.

Deswer the country...kill the enemy!

At this time, there is only one thought left in his mind, and there is only one idea left.

Every time he kills an enemy, he always spits out a hoarse voice.

"The dog said..."

But now, he was no longer able to make a shocking roar like the beginning, dragging his muddy footsteps and stepping on the enemy's body. He still walked forward, and his body could not even support his head. He lowered his head and walked forward.

When he vaguely saw a tea-green corpse in front of his eyes, it was the body of his comrade-in-arms. He wanted to step over the body of his comrade-in-arms, but he was tripping down and struggled to hold the trench to stand up. But he only stood halfway, but he knelt down heavily. He couldn't stand up at all. He knelt there and knelt in front of the corpse of his comrade-in-arms-arms. Heading, the blood and sweat on the chin dripped down, and the red sweat dripped on the armed Tenglong led by his comrades-in-arms, "D..."

The voice was amplified in his ears, which seemed to be very familiar, just like the shocking drumming sound in the military academy, just like the military academy training ground, their stepping sound, like... countless memories of the past appeared in front of his eyes.

"My name is Tang Fenglei!"

"Report to the country and kill the enemy!"

Once upon a young face, bursts of resolute roars echoed in his ears, the excited smiles of his classmates floated in front of his eyes, and a smile squeezed out a smile on his face.

"It's up to you!"

At this time, Tang Fenglei, who was kneeling in the trench, knew that his road had come to an end, but China still had a long way to go, and it was up to them.

"You must do your duty!"

He secretly asked for his classmates in his heart that he had relieved his responsibilities with his life. What about the classmates? The students will do the same.

At this time, a pair of military boots suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. The military boots stepped on the blood melted by the shell and blood, and then a man suddenly hugged him and shouted loudly.

"Sier, sir... ambulance... ambulance"

The screaming soldier tried his best to drag the officer out of the trench. He shouted loudly with the officer who was completely soaked in blood in his cotton-padded clothes all over his body. An ambulance ran to him with his helmet and picked up Tang Fenglei's clothes with a knife. The wounds stabbed by bayonets were no longer bleeding out. His blood seemed to have It's gone.

"S sir, don't die! Look, look, it's a regimental flag! It's a regimental flag! Sir, open your eyes and have a look!"

The soldier was close to the officer's ear and shouted loudly. Tang Fenglei, who had almost stopped breathing, suddenly opened his eyes and squirmed his body with his own strength.

"It's the regimental flag! Sir, look... look!"

A red military flag inlaid with black spikes advanced 20 steps ahead of him. Maybe when he saw it, he lay motionless in the arms of his comrades, opened his mouth, and raised his right hand with the sword to his left chest. That was the position of the heart. The blood-stained short sword was stained with blood on the word marks. In the grooves, there are... success.

"Please! Please..."

What did he ask for? The soldier holding him didn't know. This was his last sentence. Maybe he wanted to say to the regimental flag that he couldn't do it anymore. He hoped that his comrades-in-arms could win under the leadership of the regimental flag!

He held the sword like this and opened his eyes to look at the regimental flag that was advancing with the army under the escort of the flag guard.

Not long after, the flag bearer who entered the army also died. When the flag bearer was hit by multiple bullets, his body suddenly stopped, and his blood shot into the sky. With the last trace of strength, he inserted the flagpole on the land burned by shells and soaked in blood. The flag was inserted there, and the flag trembled with his The rhythm is fluttering, which is perhaps the most beautiful and majestic scene in the world!

Hundreds of meters away, Xiao Jian, with a telescope in his hand, looked at the flag fluttering in the wind, and looked at the picture of the flag bearer holding the flag and the flag. Tears slid down in front of his eyes.

In the telescope, the flag guard once again raised the regimental flag. The regimental flag usually does not attack with the army. Once the regimental flag is issued to attack with the assault force, everyone knows that there is no room for discussion in this battle, and it can only attack. No matter how heavy the casualties are, before 6:00 p.m., the Yalujiang Army will be completely annihilated. Take down Fushun City.

For any Guard unit, after the flag appears, there are only two choices, either they are completely the target of the battle, or up to the commander, down to the soldiers may be killed, and the regimental flag may also be captured by the enemy.

The regimental flag to attack with the army is the life charm of an infantry regiment. Everyone understands what failure means. The flag was captured by the enemy and the whole regiment was abolished. Since then, this number not only no longer exists in the order of the Guards, but also means shame.

Seeing that in the telescope, the flag bearer who had used up his last trace of life and planted the regimental flag in the enemy's position was carried on a stretcher by the rescue force. Xiao Jiren threw away the staff beside him and quickly walked towards the wounded retreating trenches. He wanted to see the flag bearer.

In any army, the flag bearer is the best and bravest second lieutenant, and one of the closest officers of the soldiers. In an infantry regiment, maybe the soldier may not know the name of the officer, but he must know the name of the flag bearer.

The wounded soldiers retreated to the trenches more than 200 meters away, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood. At this time, Xiao Qianren saw the flag bearer carried down by two stretchers. It was a second lieutenant who looked only eighteen or nineteen years old. The military uniform on his abdomen was torn open, and the blood kept pouring out of the bandage. The white cotton was completely dyed black and red. Any soldier who had been to the battlefield knew that the abdominal injury was not only on the battlefield. Incurable injuries, and the injured will also suffer a long period of pain before death. Often on the battlefield, after their comrades-in-arms suffer such injuries, their comrades will find a pistol for him in order to let him die quietly.

He bent down and looked at the flag bearer who was breathing weakly. Xiao Yuren stared at his face. There was no trace of pain on his young and surprising face. When the second lieutenant saw the officer coming, he forced a military salute.

"Yours...swer..."

What he wants to ask, maybe the question he is most concerned about is whether the army has completed the combat mission, and the regimental flag, maybe that is also his concern.

"Second Lieutenant, are you married?"

He wanted to write a letter to the second lieutenant's wife. He knew that it was difficult for the seriously injured flag bearer in front of him to survive.

"I have... one... no... no door... daughter-in-law!"

A faint smile appeared on the face of the flag bearer who was getting lower and lower. His eyes looked at the sky without blinking, as if he saw the face of his long-lost fiancee, but the brilliance in his eyes was passing little by little. His eyebrows frowned from time to time, and he was experiencing severe pain.

"I... really... want to enter... Fushun later... again...!"

This is the last sentence of the second lieutenant in the world. Before he finished this sentence, his eyes were still open, as if his wish had not been fulfilled.

What was his last sentence? Is it to enter the city and die again?

Standing up, Xiao Yuren made a military salute to the second lieutenant. A few seconds later, he let go of his right hand and said to the officer beside him.

"Give me his information!"

When he said this, Xiao Qiren looked around at the busy wounded soldiers' trenches. The wounded soldiers were constantly carried into the trenches one by one. Most of the wounded soldiers had lost their lives before entering the field rescue center. Looking at the side of the trenches, the bodies of the blood-stained soldiers were extremely solemn.

"This is the fate of our generation!"

When sighing, Xiao Yuling raised his heavy legs and left. The wounded soldiers screamed and cried, and some seriously injured people who had been sewn with black cards were carried out of the ambulance. They were seriously injured that could not be treated. They did not cry. A large dose of morphine injection had paralyzed him. Their nerves and consciousness, which may be the only thing that the army can provide them, a tube of morphine sent these soldiers who fought for the country to die peacefully.

At 8:39, Xiao Jian, who had been paying attention to the progress of the battlefield, received the first good news from the front line. The enemy on the right wing of Fushun City was completely annihilated by the assault troops, and the engineering troops had begun to carry out engineering explosion operations on the Fushun city wall under the cover of heavy machine guns.

At 10:23, with the efforts of hundreds of engineers, a explosive tunnel only more than 30 meters long was dug. At 10:46, with a violent explosion and thick smoke rising into the air, the wall of Fushun City was blown up!

(to be continued)