Bullets poured into the smoke like flying insects, and there always seemed to be screams coming from the smoke. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 But none of this could stop those who had not fallen from moving on, they seemed to be getting closer and closer to the trenches, which made Tom frightened, he was afraid that the enemy would rush up, so he could only fire bullets at an unprecedented speed. Several shells landed not far away and exploded. The shells were so close to them that sometimes he thought they had landed on his head, and the explosion kicked up a lot of soil that sometimes buried them in the trenches.

"Oh my God! …… Look! ”

Dears shouted not far from Tom. Not far from them, a red piece of red, a British soldier's shell was thrown into the air, and his body was blown in two by the shell and flew into the air. The half of the body writhed in the air, looking very strange.

"Ahh

Suddenly Diels screamed nervously, and half of his intestines fell from his shoulder, and he shouted loudly as he threw the intestines out.

"We're done, we're done! Next time it will definitely be our turn to be bombed! ”

"You fools! Keep shooting! Quick, shoot! The cannonballs didn't hit you again! ”

Dils' frightened shouts were eventually overpowered by the officer's reprimand, and Tom followed the sound and looked at the captain. Now the captain stood upright in the trench, not caring about the bullets that fluttered by, the shells that fell with a swish, and walked up and down in the trenches, as if the bullets and shells would not touch him, as if he were under God's sight. In fact, this is true of all the officers, for whom they have long been accustomed to all this, and in the era of platoon guns, they also stood there upright, meeting the enemy's bullets with their bodies.

Tom's bravery was so encouraged by the captain's bravery that his heart was beating nervously that he had been nervous.

"We're going to beat these Irish mongrels!"

Tom was very firm in this conviction, and calmly aimed at the figures peeking out of the smoke outside, and kept pulling the trigger. The power of the 577 bullet was enormous, and when the bullet hit the human body, the man slammed like a hammer, and then fell, not even moaning in a hurry. Time had lost its meaning, and for the British soldiers in the trenches, the battle now felt like they were training on a shooting range. They continued to shoot through the trenches, and from time to time Irish soldiers in green uniforms emerged from the smoke, only to become live targets for countless rifles as soon as they did, and finally fell to the ground. More and more enemies came out, and although these men were quickly knocked to the ground after coming out of the smoke, the British always felt that their positions would have to be broken through at some point.

Many officers have said that the Irish army is composed of a bunch of cowards, obscene cowards, fools with no combat experience, those Irish pigs do not have the slightest will to fight, it can be said that they are vulnerable, if there is no Chinese army, maybe as soon as the British soldiers appear in front of them, these soldiers will surrender immediately.

But now they had long since discovered that the Irish were not at all the army that the officers had described them to be. These men lined up in a line of stragglers, ignoring the people around them who kept falling, and charged forward without fear. The rain of bullets can't stop the other party's footsteps, these people are crazy!

In the time that followed, both sides desperately fired shells at each other's heads, and tens of thousands of officers and men of the IRA desperately tried to open the Dublin line and tear a gap in the British line, and the British refused to take a step back from where they were.

More than half an hour passed, the sound of shell explosions gradually thinned out, and the Irish Republican Army, who seemed to not know what death was, finally could not support it and began to retreat after paying heavy casualties. Tom breathed a sigh of relief at the last bullet in the chamber of the Irish, and slowly sat down along the walls of the trenches. Everything was so magical, Tom wondered, and that's when he felt as if he had come back to life. Reaching out for a cigarette with a trembling hand, Tom inhaled a large amount of gunpowder mixed with the smell of blood, and of course a strong smell of blood, as well as the smell of burning wood, and the unpleasant smell of burnt meat. What does it taste like?

Somewhat surprised, he took another deep breath, and suddenly he understood, and then he put his hand in his throat and threw up with his head down—he finally understood what it was, the smell of burnt flesh coming from the stench of burnt human flesh. "The Irish pig has escaped! Upper bayonet...... Kill all the Irish mongrels! Just as Tom was about to smoke a cigarette, the officers apparently did not give him time to smoke, and he had barely spat out a few puffs when he heard the commander shouting beside him, and the other soldiers in the trenches had already rushed out with a shout, and it was time to beat the Irish mongrels with all their might.

Tom hastened to his feet, loaded his rifle with a bayonet, and, almost unconsciously, followed the commander towards the retreating Irish troops. After running for less than two steps, Tom noticed that it was not only himself who had rushed up, but also soldiers in red uniforms all around, shouting together and charging with rifles. Beat the water dogs, everyone loves it. Like the others, Tom followed the commander as fast as he could, chasing the fleeing enemy, and he felt that he had done his best, but from time to time there were others around him who overtook him and rushed forward.

The Irishman closest to Tom in front of them was only a few dozen yards away, and when they saw the British catching up, they ran faster, but the attack had already consumed a lot of their physical strength, and they could not outrun the British who had been crouching in the trenches. Some of the Irishmen who were behind saw that they could not outrun, and the pursuers behind them were getting closer and closer, and the bullets flew overhead, and from time to time the people who were running around them stumbled and fell, and they were so frightened that they discarded their weapons, crouched down, raised their hands, and shouted in English.

"Surrender."

But the British, who rushed up, did not spare the intention of the enemy who laid down their arms at all, they would often give the other side a knife and then continue to pursue. For the British, they will not leave the Irish captives, the same Irish will not leave them alive if they take them, centuries of hatred cannot be resolved in a moment, and death seems to be the only option. The red shrimp soldiers, with blood-red eyes and rifles with bayonets, rushed into the Irishmen and stabbed them with bayonets, the exhausted Irishmen were the opponents of the British, and for a time the battlefield was full of desperate cries from the Irish who had been stabbed in the body with bayonets.

Not just the wailing, but also the crying. At this time, and for death, everyone reveals their truest emotions, and fear is always inevitable. Tom caught up with an Irishman and stabbed him in the back from behind, and the man let out a desperate howl, and red blood seeped out from under his uniform, leaving him in a bloody red.

Perhaps it was because of the force so hard that after the bayonet stabbed into the enemy's body, it seemed to be stuck in the ribs, and the force pulled back only dragged the enemy over, but did not pull the bayonet out, Tom raised his left foot and kicked the Irishman hard, and then the man was kicked to the ground, and the bayonet that had been stabbed into the body was finally pulled out. The enemy, who had lost his combat effectiveness, rolled on the ground a few times, and then just lay there and did not move.

Damn Irish mongrel!

Tom cursed hatefully, and it seemed that until now, killing the other party still couldn't eliminate the hatred in his heart. At this time, the battlefield was all chaotic, full of excited shouting British, or struggling Irish, some Irish could only wait for death in despair in the face of the British who pounced like wolves, and those excited Britons did not notice the appearance of a strange sphere in the sky in front of them. That's an artillery reconnaissance balloon!

When the officer on the balloon told the artillery in the rear of the direction by telephone, at the trench, dozens of Gatling guns were already aimed at the battlefield, and just as the British pursued through the barbed wire, with an order, the gunners immediately turned the Gatling guns, and in an instant, the rapid gunfire echoed on the battlefield.

For a moment, the English, who were chasing the Irish, seemed to have hit a wall, and their attack was so sudden that hundreds of people were caught in a hail of bullets, and before they could react, there was a sound in the air tearing through the air, and the sound was a little dull. Hearing this, Tom immediately realized the danger, and he hurriedly threw himself on the ground.

"Boom", the cannonball exploded not far from him, the earth trembled, the fragments of the cannonball flew over his head, the earth rained down on his body, enduring the baptism of the explosion, Tom's ears were still buzzing, one after another shells fell on the battlefield beside him, thick smoke, flying dirt, flying steel sheets mixed in the air. If the Irish had been caught in the mist of death made of steel when they attacked, now they are undoubtedly in the hell of steel.

"Retreat! Evacuate! …… Withdraw it! ”

But at this time, any move to retreat is undoubtedly looking for death, and those who try to retreat will always be constantly caught in the shells, and the shells fired by Chinese are like long eyes, constantly falling near them, taking the lives of those people......

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