Volume VIII 1301 Hyotaro's position was lost

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There is no humanity in war, and the work of whitewashing is naturally done by the post-war literati and drummers, and the commander of the battlefield wants victory, and there is no justice without victory.

The red-haired Exxon is not that kind of pedantic general, he does not believe in the morality of war or the benevolence and righteousness that the Orientals say, in his eyes, it is also possible to consider killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred, even if he personally sends those eight hundred people to hell.

30,000 Russian troops against more than 2,000 defenders, there is no suspense about the outcome of the outcome, if according to the knowledge taught in the textbook, Exxon can fight steadily and steadily, with heavy artillery to crack hard iron walnuts, there is no need to carry out infantry assault with such fanfare.

It only took a little more time for him to achieve the final victory, and it was the kind with the least casualties of his own.

But there is always a demon in Ackerson's heart that interferes with him, and there is a hidden worry that worries him.

"How long can Captain Vinya hold off the enemy, and how much time can he buy everyone? Although this has been carefully calculated before, everything on the battlefield can happen unexpectedly......

"There is also the worrying situation in the Far East, since the fleet arrived in the waters of the South China Sea, the latest intelligence in the Far East is not optimistic, the Far East Volunteers' attacks on the Russian garrison have become more and more intense, and now the small force of the grain requisition force does not dare to go out of the city at all, and sometimes for one or two thousand kilograms of grain, a battalion of troops has to be used......

"Assassinations, raids, fire prevention, traffic sabotage...... Until the end, there was even a small stronghold that was captured by the enemy, and the bad news came that all the garrisons were killed, and the dragon in the Far East was really difficult to deal with......"

Molière, who had been watching the battle, frowned as he looked at Exxon who kept talking to himself, he knew that the young general was under too much pressure at the moment, and he thought that Exxon was regretting his cruel orders.

"Sir, it doesn't have to be like that, war is everything, and dead people are common...... Ending the battle as much as possible, so that more soldiers do not have to die, is the real mercy of a commander!"

Aikeson shook his head with a wry smile, "I don't have that kind of pedantic good thoughts, I am actually asking for hardship, obviously I am only the commander of this battle, but I always want to the heart of the entire East Asian grand strategy...... It seems that this is a disease, and it needs to be cured!"

Burst...... Molière almost choked on the coffee, and he thought that the Ecxon woman's benevolence was attacking, but people didn't care about this human life at all, and they were worried about the strategic situation of the whole of East Asian Russia.

"Damn, this is the disease of the nobility! this guy must have learned according to the marshal's standards since he was a child, right?"

Molière was really right, people were born and raised with the golden key, and when they were young, other children were still peeing and mud, and people were already able to sit bare-bottomed on the entire map of Russia and play war games.

When the children of poor families were dreaming of making a little more money in the future and eating potatoes and roast beef, Ackerson had already idolized Moltke, the legendary chief of the Prussian General Staff, and the iron-blooded prime minister, B.S. Mack, and wanted to replace them.

This kind of aristocratic elite educated is really excellent, but it is really not humane at all.

Exxon took the bitter coffee offered by Molière and took a big sip of it, and then let out a long breath: "We have to end the battle before the morning, we have to give at least six hours to clean up the battlefield, which means that tomorrow at 12 noon the fleet must leave this damn island......"

"It's not yet time for a decisive battle with Xiao Lotian on the sea......!

Molière looked at his pocket watch, "There should be no problem, it's not yet 12 o'clock, and the enemy's fortress has already smashed us with a thousand holes, there is no problem to end the battle before the early morning!"

The distant shelling stopped again, the roar of the charging Ula shook the earth, countless figures danced in the light and shadow, and the morale of the Russian soldiers did not seem to be shaken by the indiscriminate killing of the commanders, on the contrary, these young men were annoyed by the increasing casualty rate, and they were now desperate to end the battle.

"Breakthrough! Commander, look...... A corner of the enemy's position has broken through, and it seems to be our battle flag that is floating up......"

Molière was not wrong at all, just now the artillery fire coverage that did not distinguish between the enemy and me directly made the sword battalion Bingtaro lose his trace, due to the lack of command of the commander, the entire knife battalion suddenly misresponded, the enemy tore through the defense line with a charge, and the brutal hand-to-hand combat in the trenches began again.

The earth was shaking, the sky was burning, people were shouting frantically everywhere, and when Hyotaro pushed away the guard's corpse and drilled out of the dirt more than ten centimeters, the right thing in front of him was hell.

His own soldiers were scattered by the strong Rakshasa ghosts, and the double-headed eagle flag fluttering on the position was so proud, and the C-word library fortress had become a burning torch at this moment.

No matter how reluctant Hyotaro was in his heart, he had to admit at this moment that the trenches could no longer be held, and the fortress of C-Shoku had officially fallen before midnight.

"Hehehe......" Hyotaro laughed like a demon as he staggered all the way, ignoring the bullets flying in front of him and behind him.

"Do you want my position? Okay, are you ready? ha......

"Battalion commander be careful...... A soldier suddenly rushed out of the dark corner of the battlefield and dragged Hyotaro to the trench that had not fallen, and when he reached a safe place, the soldiers found that Hyotaro had four or five long wounds on his back that had been cut by a shell, and it was as open as a baby's mouth.

"A company of troops escorted the battalion commander to retreat, and the rest of the brothers will be broken here......"

"No......" Hyotaro grabbed the guard's arm, "I won't leave, and even if I do, I'll have to shoot the last bullet...... Let Gatling fire block the entrance to Ammunition Depot 6, and we've got one final killer move!"

Hyotaro led a group of guards through the pile of corpses, and in the distance, Gatling's barrage was covering their flanks, and all the Russian troops who tried to intercept them halfway were torn to shreds.

Ammunition Depot 6 was now half emptied, and in the deepest part of the ammunition box, a huge iron box slept quietly in the corner, and when the iron lock was opened, there were four canisters in it that exuded a murderous aura, sleeping like little demons.

"White phosphorus incendiary bombs! Our baby! These are evil weapons that the prime minister strictly forbids to use, because they are too dangerous, and because they are too cruel......"

"But I love the cruelty, and watching the enemy scream in the phosphopho fire is the most beautiful sight I've ever dreamed of repeating!hehehehe, I thought I would be using these treasures at least until two o'clock in the morning...... But I can't wait!"

"We can't wait......"

Note: Sad urging! It's really sad urging! The keyboard actually let me knock it out, that's the genuine cherry green shaft imported from Germany......! You can see how hard I use the keyboard.

Now with notebook codewords, all kinds of unaccustomed, hands are uncomfortable to break. I remember owing you a chapter, so I'll have to make it up to you tomorrow.