The moment the muzzle of the gun hung on the bayonet, Han Aijun thought a lot, thinking of the old scalper in his hometown, his second sister who was still studying, and her in Vladivostok. If blood-red flowers bloom on their chests, they will be proud of themselves!

Han Aijun didn't have anything to worry about, if he was really left in this foreign land, his family didn't need him to worry about it, and the general would settle everything for him. The honor of the martyr will become the eternal glory of the family, and the huge pension can also make the old scalper rest. But the hideous faces on the other side still made him unable to control his fear, and only the hissing roar could calm him down a little.

"Long live the General!" Han Aijun was so scared, the enemy still had thirty meters, but he couldn't wait, he forgot to throw it, so he took the lead and jumped into the trench with a bayonet.

"Long live the General!" Except for the machine gunner Wen Hongjun, who was still firing frantically, the other soldiers in the squad jumped into the trenches, and they were also afraid, but at this time they did not have time to tremble, and the crazy fighting might allow them to break free from fear.

"Boom...... Boom ......" Han Aijun and the others had no chance to go out to fight bayonets, and countless shells whistled with terrible screams, and everything was drowned in dust. Han Aijun and the others only felt a gust of hot wind sweeping over, and then they were all thrown back into the trench, and every bone joint on their bodies hurt. The machine gunner Wen Hongjun was also lifted back, and the magazine hit his face, knocking him into a nosebleed.

"Damn, those bastards of the sailors, why don't you fucking do it with us!" Everyone scolded loudly, so that they could be more comfortable when their bodies were about to stiffen into steel bars.

The belated artillery support was irritating, and the shells that landed close to their own positions were even more infuriating. However, they should be glad that the artillery of North Manchu is advanced and the artillery is well-trained, and if they change a group of other people, the shelling just now will definitely give Han Aijun and others a spoonful of stew.

The support of the naval guns came so late, and it was really not the artillerymen on the ship who wanted to show off their skills, they were also caught off guard. After five days of calm and calm, even Han Aijun and others, who were on the front line to meet the enemy, were a little slack, not to mention the sailors floating on the sea, everyone did not expect that the Japanese would suddenly appear. Moreover, there are airships watching in the sky, and there are observation posts in the high places, who would have thought that the Japanese would touch them without noticing. The sailors in the second level of combat readiness, it takes time to load shells and *, and it also takes time to determine the target, and when they are ready, Han Aijun is on the bayonet. The high-level is also to protect the front-line positions, which is why there is such a round, close to the shelling of their own people.

"I didn't get it clean! Machine guns stand up and keep fighting! Han Aijun slapped the soil on his body, lay on the trench and took a look, the Japanese army had been blown up, but the density of the artillery fire was not enough, and some survivors still continued to charge.

"Magazine!" Wen Hongjun kicked his assistant shooter again, and the two of them returned to the trench with machine guns on their shoulders and set up their beloved machine guns.

"Get down!" Wen Hongjun hasn't loaded the magazine yet! was knocked down by Han Aijun again.

More than twenty airships flew in the sky, they were flying very slowly, but they were actually approaching at high speed, and they were constantly lowering their altitude. Han Aijun knew what low-altitude bombing was, and immediately pressed everyone into the trench, the shock wave is a thing, but it is easy to cause internal injuries, so it is better for everyone to hide.

The rumbling explosions kept coming, but there was no power of the high-explosive shells just now, and there was no huge shock wave coming, as if the power of aviation * was very ordinary. Han Aijun's brain was running at high speed, and he knew that aviation *didn't need*, not only was it much larger than ordinary artillery shells, but it was even more powerful. Such a silent *,There must be a special power that I don't understand.。

"What's going on?" Wen Hongjun, who was not a little courageous, wanted to look up.

"Solidify*, if you don't want to become a roast pig, give it to Lao Tzu!" Han Aijun brought Wen Hongjun back, he obviously felt the temperature rising, and naturally thought of what the airship had thrown down.

When the airship formations bombarded the outlying positions before, they rarely used coagulation*, because this kind of * had limited destructive power to the fortifications. But this time it was different, the Japanese army was all exposed soft targets, and it was a good opportunity for solidification * to open the killing ring. Although the attack formation of the Japanese army is not as dense as the phalanx, there are many people within the unit, and it is easy to kill a thousand people if one freezes. More importantly, solidification* can blow up a sea of fire, cut off the Japanese attack path, and buy time for the Marine Corps to fortify its defenses. This plan has been drawn up a long time ago, and this formation of airships has been hanging around these days with solidification* on board, just waiting for the Japanese army to attack.

The temperature rose rapidly, not only roasting his face, Han Aijun even felt that his clothes had a strange smell of burning, and his hair and sweat began to become curly. Watching the airship fly away, to make sure that there would be no more * falling, Han Aijun looked up and looked outside. Just this time, Han Aijun felt that his eyes hurt and his eyebrows seemed to be missing. Less than two hundred meters outside the trenches, there was already a sea of fire, and everything that could be seen was burning. Nothing could be heard but the sound of flames whirring, nothing but red.

"Squad leader, how's it going?" Others didn't dare to raise their heads, and they all whispered about Han Aijun.

"My eyes hurt!" Han Aijun is still very pleased with the soldiers' concern for him.

"Just rub it off, how's it going outside?" The soldiers didn't give Han Aijun a face, and shattered his touch.

"It's all burning! You can't see anything! "Han Aijun's eyes don't hurt anymore, he is mainly lost now.

The fire burned for an hour, and the marines were in full swing to carry ammunition, mobilize troops, and consolidate their defensive lines, but the Japanese could only crouch on the other side of the fire to roast the fire. The Japanese can't help it, their raid has been declared bankrupt, and the five thousand grass leaf elites are all thrown away. But if it was withdrawn like this, not only would it be difficult to organize an offensive, but the morale of the soldiers would also suffer a heavy blow. How can I say that now I have also moved the troops to 500 meters in front of the position of the Manchurian Army, let it go! Saigo Takamori and Omura Masajiro sat in the back, Itagaki retreated, and Yamaguchi Kurasuke commanded on the front line, and after arranging the troops, they prepared to have a dignified decisive battle with the Manchurian army.

After the flames dissipated, they waited another hour, and when the ground cooled, the Japanese launched a general attack. Han Aijun looked at the formation of the Japanese army, with a question mark on his head, but Li Zhenhe, who commanded the overall situation on the fort, had already scolded him, and this move of the Japanese army was very unkind. The main forces of the Japanese army all fired at the Manchurian army at a distance of 300 to 400 meters, but at the same time they also launched a charge, but most of the charging troops were sturdy civilians with cold weapons, except for a small number of sharp soldiers.

Li Zhenhe is also an old man who has joined the Gu'an Army since the time of the deserted village, and they have long seen this method of opening the way for the hungry people, and they have long seen it in the hands of the Taiping Army and the Twist Army. These pioneers were simply used to offset the firepower of the Manchurian army, but the Taiping army and the Twist army were to catch the hungry people, but the Japanese used their own people. In fact, Li Zhenhe was also caught in the main, the Japanese army arranged it like this, but it was not for these people to die, they were still very confident in their firepower and shooting accuracy. Their real purpose was to let these civilians, under the cover of the main force in the rear, rush into the positions on the outer edge of Manchuria and get into a white-knuckle battle with the Manchurian army, so as to abolish the strong artillery support of Manchuria, and then the main force would follow up.

The commanders of the Japanese army are very similar to Li Xiucheng in the past, they are still living in the era of alternating hot and cold weapons, and there are still a lot of cold weapon ideas left in their minds. Masajiro Omura and others had a slightly better understanding of * than Li Xiucheng, but unfortunately they had a serious lack of understanding of the advanced weapons of the Manchurian Army. So the tactics they worked out, which seemed to be like that, were actually very two hundred and five. Who stipulated that the enemy in front of him must be hit first, and the naval artillery was not out of reach of the main force of the Japanese army. And Masajiro Omura is Japanese after all, and the Japanese who are still very poor live very carefully, and they don't understand what it means to have a big family and a big business. The naval artillery of the Manchurian Army and the land artillery of the Marine Corps do not need to be prioritized at all, and those who fight that or not that are just cleaned up together.

With the order of Masajiro Omura, the Japanese army launched a desperate charge, and everyone prayed, hoping that they could quickly attack the position of the Manchurian army, but Li Zhenhe and Ding Shengping did not give them this opportunity at all. The guns of all calibers and light and heavy machine guns of the Marines formed a network of fire on the perimeter of their positions, and anyone who dared to approach was torn to shreds. The naval guns all raised their muzzles and aimed at the main Japanese force that thought they were safe, and the continuous shelling was like a doomsday love song, crying and complaining but making people feel desperate.

Han Aijun and his twelve soldiers seemed to be shooting blindly at the sandstorm, and all the Japanese troops who were hit by the intensive artillery group were shrouded in dust, and Han Aijun couldn't even see a ghost. But if they were asked to keep shooting, they couldn't stop, so they could only shoot in the general direction. The air waves that swept through from time to time made everyone's faces hurt, and Wen Hongjun, who was in a higher position, was even more bloody, and some of the sand particles that were blown up scratched his face.

The tenacity of the Japanese was astounding, and in such desperate circumstances, their offensive continued into the evening. When Han Aimin went to clean up the battlefield in the evening sun, less than 7,000 remnants of the Japanese army retreated to the city of Tokyo, including a large number of wounded soldiers.

"My childhood dream has not come true, and the sigh a lot.

The self-proclaimed place of fame, the remnant sun Tokyo Bay. ”

Li Zhenhe, who came out of various crash courses, looked at the hellish battlefield on earth, and actually made a limerick poem.