On the battlefield, people kept falling, like a burden, "plopping", and then fell to the ground. Then life will disappear in an instant. Death is always fair, and no one will be immortal.

Whether it's a general or a soldier. On the battlefield, death is fair, there is no hierarchy, but when their time is up, death will naturally find them.

Li Cunyi fell at the beginning of the battle, and he didn't even have time to let out a scream. And he fell softly. His body, lying there, stretched out his legs, as if he was tired, as if he wanted to rest.

However, the blood that came out from under the hat told everyone that he was dead, and there was a kind of unwillingness and sadness on his face, and he couldn't accept all this, and he couldn't accept that he had lost his life at the beginning of the battle.

For him, as an officer, perhaps he wants to see victory die again. It's just that he never gets a chance to see victory again.

Despite the fact that the battalion commander had died, the fighters were still fighting there. Other officers took over his command and continued to command the troops. This machine will not change because of the death of the battalion commander. Long training has made everyone an integral part of this war machine. It's just a small part, and its presence or death has no intrinsic effect on the machine. The machine will still run with the will of the machine.

Someone gets injured and loses their life almost every minute and every second. But the war machine is still running with astonishing efficiency, devouring life or being consumed by death.

There were constantly soldiers who were grazed by bullets, and blood flowed down their wounds, but when mixed with the red uniforms, no one could tell what was blood and what was red cloth. At this time, the red military uniform becomes a natural protective color. Protect the people from the horror of bloodshed.

In this machine, the warriors who make up the machine. Just do the same thing as you did in training, repeating the same movements.

Pull the trigger and reload the ammunition.

All the steps will eventually turn into these two actions. The ultimate goal of these two actions. It's for death.

Kill or be killed by an enemy.

While pressing the bullet with the strip, Sun Mingying heard a scream.

It's a big fool.

He let out a scream suddenly, clutching his stomach as if he had been hit in the stomach, and sat on the ground with a sharp butt, his eyes glaring with incredulity.

But more than that, he was unwilling, he looked into the distance unwillingly, blood gushing out along the seams of his hands. Although the red uniform concealed the blood, the blood dripped down the clothes and was printed on the snow.

"Big fool."

Sun Mingying forgot to reload ammunition. Looking at the fallen big fool, he wanted to call his name at this time, but he couldn't remember what his name was?

Just remember his nickname.

The big fool looked at him.

The sparkle in those unwilling eyes slowly dissipated. Finally he fell. Falling backwards on the snow, his eyes staring feebly at the sky, which was shrouded in thick smoke.

Another comrade on the side fell and the bullet shattered his knee. As if he had tripped over a tripping horse, he fell to the ground with a thud, and then lay there in despair, clutching his broken leg and letting out a deafening scream. The screams were so loud that everyone could hear his pain in his screams.

But no one dared to leave their posts without permission. It's clear to all. At this time, their duty to fight is to kill the enemy, not to save their friends.

Such scenes on the battlefield are staged in all corners, and no one knows where life and death will be in the next moment.

Finally a shout of joy spread throughout the battlefield, the dense sound of guns gradually subsided, the noise finally stopped, the smoke slowly dispersed, and the enemy's charge was repulsed.

When the black tide that had just looked fierce receded, there was only a black residue left on the white snow, and more patches of red. And corpses everywhere.

After seeing the enemy retreating, there were immediately shouts of carnival among the warriors who were still struggling to support, but many people stood there silently, they just stood there,

When these slowly calmed down, and the hot gun tube was once again cooled by the cold wind, Sun Mingying suddenly felt that he was about to suffocate to death, and he began to breathe in the stench, pungent smell in the air. Of course, there is also the smell of blood, which is even more choking and suffocating.

He looked to the left and right, and saw that the faces of his comrades, without exception, had been dyed black by the smoke of gunpowder, and everyone was there looking blankly, they looked at each other, and when they saw that each other was still alive, when they grinned, they only saw each other's white teeth.

"We blocked them, we beat them back."

Jubilant comrades-in-arms cheered there, who not only repelled the enemy, but also survived. But many more just stood there quietly.

A lot of people died, and they died on this battlefield like that.

With his arm on the gun, Sun Mingying looked left and right. Hundreds of corpses lay motionless on the snow in front of him, posing in strange, twisted appearances. Some of the bodies were even shattered by shells, and some of the limbs were even broken not far from him.

It was as if the pieces of the font had been poured down from the sky.

How so? How did you end up like this?

The artillery in their rear was still firing, and it was only at this time that he remembered that in the previous battle, the artillery had been constantly giving them fire support.

The cannons were lined up, and the cannonballs fired in the direction of the enemy's retreat reminded the air of the characteristic sound of bronze cannons every time you meditated.

The crunch of metal echoed in the air. The cacophony of voices was a bit annoying to listen to. But it's extremely reassuring.

In the sound of the cannonball, the smoke slowly rises, and in the smoke you can also see a corpse soaring, that is the enemy who was blown away by the shock wave of the shell, the "Labor Law" stipulates that the arrangement of workers to extend working hours must pay wages higher than the wages of the normal working hours of the workers, the general enterprises have overtime pay, but the "Labor Law" does not apply to civil servants and public institutions, according to the provisions of the state, organs and institutions work overtime outside the statutory working days, take the way of compensatory leave, there is no overtime pay, and there is no saying that the salary is three times the salary on holidays. The thunderous sound of artillery and the cacophony of metal were the only sounds Sun Mingying could hear.

He slowly came to his senses and returned to his place, and after a long silence, Sun Mingying looked at himself carefully. He didn't know if he was injured or not, he had been like a lifeless man in the previous battle, just there numbly repeating his movements on the training ground, not remembering whether he had been hit by bullets or scratched by shrapnel.

Checked it out. After making sure that he was not injured, he stood there blankly. A moment later. Sun Mingying bent down and picked up his hat from the ground, his hat fell to the ground at some point, and then twisted his body to make the tightened military uniform more comfortable and fit better.

At this time, he realized that his underwear seemed to be soaked with sweat. When the cold wind blew, he felt a little cold.

It's cold.

As he moved his feet to warm himself up, he looked at a section of his feet, and the fingers that flew from somewhere were at his feet, in front of his boots.

Whose finger is this?

Just glanced at the fingers. Sun Mingying decided not to think about this problem anymore, and it was finally over. The biggest test has finally passed.

It was his first fight.

This made his whole person immersed in a kind of pride that he had never felt before, and he felt that he had never felt so good in his life, as if he was out of his body and stood aside to watch the last scene, and he even felt that the person who could experience such a war was really very remarkable.

Of course, he himself was one of that amazing man, one of them.

Thinking of this, Sun Mingying smiled at his comrades-in-arms, and his smile was bright.

"It was so hot."

"yes, it's cold again."

His comrades-in-arms responded to him, and in the words of his comrades-in-arms, he felt that he and they were connected to each other.

This is comradeship!

At this time, Sun Mingying walked over to help the injured comrades-in-arms, helped them wrap the wounds on their bodies, and continued to comfort them.

At that moment, there was a sudden shout of surprise.

"They're coming, they're rushing up again."

Amid the startled shouts, the rapid drumming sounded again.

While lining up, Sun Mingying looked ahead, and he could see it. The enemy who had just retreated was once again rushing towards them in a line, and the artillery that had just stopped involving them cheered again. One shell after another landed in the middle of the charging queue and suddenly exploded in the queue. Set off a bloody storm.

The shells that exploded around them took the lives of many people, and the Tang troops who were charging all had a look of frustration on their faces, but they still slowly moved their stiff bodies. Looking straight ahead, they charged forward insensitively, letting the shells continue to fall on their left and right.

And the most worrying thing was the solid shells, which always pierced a dozen people every time they landed in the column. Penetrate their bodies and smash their arms or thighs. Left a stump and severed arm on the marching road.

Occasionally, a few timed and accurate blasting bullets landed in the middle of the group, and before they could dodge, the line was enveloped in clouds of smoke and explosions, and shards of steel tore their bodies apart. The blast blast blasted fragments of their limbs into the air before falling down hard. But such shells are always in the minority.

But even that didn't stop them, and they were like a bunch of insensitive soulless slaves, numbly moving forward. Completely ignoring the hail of bullets in front of him.

So once again, on the battlefield, bullets from both sides flew sideways, parallel bullets drilled out smoke, and then burrowed into the bodies of soldiers on both sides, taking their lives.

The sunlight had been completely enveloped in smoke, and the people's vision had been reduced to such a minimum that they could only see the fire in front of the barrel of their guns, and could not see where the enemy was at all, but only numbly pulled the trigger forward.

The flags that were originally fluttering in the wind will also be shrouded in gunsmoke.

After pulling the trigger again, Sun Mingying's eyes showed a look of exhaustion, his arms were numb and weak, and even his fingers were trembling there from time to time when he was loading bullets, and even his legs were trembling.

"Damn it."

When the bullet in his hand fell to the ground, Sun Mingying bent down. As he picked up the bullet from the ground, he heard a scream behind him, and then threw his comrades to the ground.

Looking at his comrades who fell to the ground, Sun Mingying felt a wave of fear. If he hadn't bent down just now, maybe he would have fallen now.

Despite being completely overwhelmed by fear, he raised his gun and glanced at the battlefield ahead.

Once again, through the smoke, he saw a large area of charging enemies. The enemies rushed at them like crazy. They howled like a bunch of demons rushing out of hell.

At this moment, he was suddenly frightened. Suddenly, the comrades-in-arms who were shooting desperately on the side howled and fled backwards.

On the battlefield, fear can spread.

If one person escapes and is not stopped, countless others will follow suit. Just as the comrade howled and fled backwards. He saw the officer behind him chasing after him, and then raised the saber in his hand.

The raised saber fell directly on the deserter without the slightest hesitation. The officer shouted loudly as the deserter collapsed in the snow.

"Deserter...... Kill! ”

The "kill" startled those who had been trying to escape, and their footsteps, which had already begun to move, returned to their original positions, and once again summoned up the courage to pull the trigger on the enemy who was rushing towards them.

And the artillery in their rear seemed to have discovered that their courage had been exhausted. The rate of fire immediately increased, and more shells fell in front of them.

The lead-gray smoke raised from the explosion instantly enveloped their front, enveloping the enemy in front of them.

The addition of artillery made them feel less stressed. It also allowed the already timid warriors to regain their courage again......