The order was given from the higher authorities to continue the offensive, and they, the pitiful soldiers, the pitiful officers, were going to make one last attack on the soldiers of the Russian Empire who were lying all over the ground behind them!

There was another violent explosion, and Kondrachenko felt as if a thousand bombs were exploding in his brain at the same time, and the remains of the soldiers left on the position by the Russian army were blown up again, and countless severed limbs and remnants were thrown down, like the gates of hell were open in the world.

"Ahh - "Kondrachenko's emotions were completely out of control, he was screaming madly, shooting fiercely, there was no goal, only direction, Kondrachenko was going to shoot all his anger and all his pain at these people who had caused them great pain and this land stained with Russian blood!

With the suppressed artillery fire of the Russian army, Kondrachenko and the Russian soldiers once again launched an attack on the enemy's main position! Kondrachenko saw a tall soldier rushing to the front of the line with a rifle, closer, closer, closer, the trenches and the bodies of Russian soldiers thrown to the front by the explosion of the Satsuma army's position, and everything was once again pushed in front of Kondrachenko by the pace of the charge. Ten meters, five meters, four meters, the standard-bearer holding the Russian tricolor flag overtook Kondrachenko, overtook the team, just four meters away from the enemy's main position, he was hit by bullets from many directions in an instant, blood shot into the sky, the tricolor flag fluttered rhythmically with his trembling, his sacrifice must be the most beautiful and majestic situation in the world if it can be photographed or painted by a painter! The commander of the company in command was also wounded, and Kondrachenko had fallen before he could see clearly. At this time, a detachment overtook the combat detachment where Kondrachenko was located and launched an assault on the enemy's main position. But because of the narrow terrain. Only one channel is available. It was also subjected to concentrated side fire from rifles on the Satsuma Army's position, causing heavy casualties and hindering the impact. In another Satsuma position, the resistance of the Russian army was also extremely fierce. The momentum of the second onslaught of the Russian army was once again blocked by the Satsuma army, and Kondrachenko's heart was dripping blood.

This is the most brutal battle between two of Asia's most tenacious armies, and hostility aside, combat courage and effectiveness alone, Kondrachenko believed. They should all be admired and recognized by the whole world.

Time passed minute by minute, at 9:15, the Russian army's support artillery once again covered the enemy's main position, Kondrachenko's unit did not have many people, the Satsuma army also reached the critical point of collapse after withstanding the wave of attacks, this time Kondrachenko concentrated the only remaining forces to attack the west side of the enemy's main position, and the other force concentrated its forces to attack on the south side, at 10:05, Kondrachenko and the Russian soldiers once again stepped on the enemy's main position.

The victory of the war depended on the courage and wisdom of the soldiers to the death, when the Kondrachenko rushed to the enemy's main position for the third time. As a defensive system, the enemy's main position no longer exists, and the remnants of the Satsuma army have all been turned into potholes. At this time, the enemy's main position was no longer a face-to-face position, Kondrachenko's assault force and friendly troops had completely captured the surface position on the west side of the enemy's main position, and the troops immediately turned into a hole-in-the-hole battle, and the follow-up troops brought explosives, Kondrachenko played his sapper specialty at this time, he commanded the Russian soldiers to attack the enemy hiding in the hole with explosives bags, and they turned the shelters and cantonment holes into large graves buried alive in the Satsuma army, this was a real massacre, there was no mercy, There is no hesitation, and there is no empty preaching and persuasion. Kondrachenko no longer knew how many explosives the soldiers had used, and it was impossible to know how many Satsuma troops had been wiped out by those explosives.

At this time, the attack of the Russian army from the south was once again blocked by the fire of the Satsuma army, and the destructive shooting of the artillery laid in depth by the Satsuma army also began, and the battlefield situation became complicated, and the remnants of the Satsuma army hidden in the hole may use the artillery to carry out a counterattack on the Russian army occupying the surface position at any time, and the fighting force of the Russian army has reached the limit all morning, and the serious casualties made Kondrachenko and his subordinates unable to divide effective forces to carry out a new round of attacks on the south side of the enemy's main position.

Fortunately, the follow-up troops finally arrived, and they were the real Russian warriors, who were once again engaged in a near-desperate attack under head-on artillery fire and a hail of bullets. Kondrachenko saw these Russian soldiers rushing together, one of them was a flag bearer, Kondrachenko didn't know his name, and he couldn't even remember his appearance, Kondrachenko only saw them guarding a tricolor, and followed the death squad organized by the officers to rush up, the person who carried the flag Kondrachenko still didn't distinguish it, Kondrachenko's consciousness only followed the tricolor to rush forward and leap forward, the blood stains on the flagpole had not yet dried, it was the blood of the flag bearer who died before, That's the soul that the flag bearer gave to the tricolor! The fierce battle tested the will of the people, the rain of bullets sprayed from the dark fire point of the Satsuma army spread down the mountain, and the soldiers with the tricolor fell, but the tricolor did not fall, and another Russian soldier took it, and soon this Russian soldier fell, but the tricolor did not fall, Kondrachenko caught it again, holding it Kondrachenko seemed to hold the whole life, the tricolor was fluttering, against the strong wind, cutting through the smoke, as long as it did not fall, it could give the troops incomparable courage to persist until victory!

A shell exploded near Kondrachenko's left, and a strong shock wave pushed Kondrachenko into the air, Kondrachenko felt like he was going to die, but the tricolor was still in Kondrachenko's hands, but Kondrachenko was going to die; The moment it was lifted into the air was slow for Kondrachenko, and Kondrachenko could only and clearly feel that the tricolor was still in his hands, and the flag was still fluttering in the wind! At the moment when Kondrachenko landed, a Russian soldier suddenly interjected from the side, he didn't care about Kondrachenko, nor did he help Kondrachenko, but just took the tricolor flag directly from Kondrachenko's hands, he must have thought that Kondrachenko was sacrificed, people died, and the flag could not fall! The moment the flagpole was snatched, Kondrachenko's heart seemed to be taken away. Kondrachenko lay in the crater for three minutes. Kondrachenko thought he was no longer good. But why don't you feel the slightest pain or even the exhaustion of dying? Three minutes later, Kondrachenko stood up, and Kondrachenko thought it was a miracle that a close-range cannonball did not take Kondrachenko's life, but only sent Kondrachenko into the air for an intimate encounter with death.

The gunfire in front of him suddenly became sparse, and Kondrachenko's side kept shouting and rushing over, what was going on? Kondrachenko's eyes finally caught the scene that made Kondrachenko sigh for the rest of his life: first of all, the tricolor, it was so beautiful, albeit full of bullet holes. It is stained with blood, but no smoke can cover it, no grass or flowers can overcome it, it stands so steadily, what about the standard-bearers? Kondrachenko looked down the flagpole, it was no longer a body, but a statue, and saw that the Russian soldier who had just snatched the flag from Kondrachenko's hand was holding the flagpole with both hands, and his body was holding the flagpole diagonally, even though the tricolor had been deeply inserted into the land of the enemy's main position. But he didn't seem to have the slightest intention of leaving, and let the bullets continue to pass by. Let his comrades rush by, as if everything in this world is no longer relevant to him, as long as he holds the tricolor, he will stand like this forever. There was a sense of foreboding in Kondrachenko's heart, what kind of person could stand still in the midst of artillery fire? Only the dead! When Kondrachenko rushed to his side, everything made Kondrachenko no longer able to control the tears falling, the flag bearer's chest had been broken by shrapnel, his face had been embedded with shrapnel due to the explosion of the shell at close range, and his life had long since left him, but he still supported his body with his supreme male soul and supported the banner of victory.

At this time, there were no major battles on the battlefield, only sporadic battles continued when the troops searched for the remnants of the enemy. At 10:50, the Kondrachenkos finally captured the enemy's main position, the tricolor flag finally fluttered on the Satsuma position, and the Russian army was finally victorious.

There was not a hint of joy, the dead who covered the ground put too much pressure on the living, and the Russian soldiers sat paralyzed in all corners of the position, and the last cantonment cave of the Satsuma army finally fell silent amid several loud explosions. At this moment there were the cries of several soldiers from the corner of the position, and Kondrachenko suddenly heard them calling the names of some people, had they all died? Their sacrifice Kondrachenko was not surprised at all, the battle just now was too tragic.

Kondrachenko staggered to the side of the victims, who fell to the ground so quietly, one with a broken wrist, the tourniquet wrapped around his waist did not stop the blood and intestines from flowing out, the tattered uniform was like a fluttering flop, and his slightly open eyes seemed to be still watching Kondrachenko.

"We've won, sir...... You can go in peace"! I don't know which soldier was chattering on the side, Kondrachenko's tears had already dried up, Kondrachenko didn't know what else he could do for him at the moment, Kondrachenko just trembled and sorted out his torn uniform with his hands, Kondrachenko took off the shrapnel of a shell embedded in his body, and carefully put it in his pocket as a souvenir.

Although the main position of the Satsuma army was occupied, the battle in the entire theater was far from over, and a position not far away was still firmly occupied by the Satsuma army, Kondrachenko thought that he and his subordinates might be ordered to continue to attack it, and he might die in the next attack like the dead in front of him, but the order was not given for a long time, and Kondrachenko could only command everyone and work with everyone to repair the dilapidated fortification bunkers and turn to defense on the spot.

Kondrachenko didn't know that this war had just begun for him, and the next battle would be even more difficult, but this time the battle for position was a milestone in Kondrachenko's heart, which made Kondrachenko's life reborn and experienced an epiphany, it made Kondrachenko's life forever lonely and painful, for this day, Kondrachenko had to spend his whole life of time and energy to think about and taste. But Kondrachenko didn't think too much at that time, after the bloody battle, it was still a bloody battle, and the next battle to meet Kondrachenko would not be much better than this one, since they were alive, then it was destined that their lives would once again experience life and death decisions.

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Yusaku Uehara gently climbed across the balcony and quietly entered the room.

Although his grades in this kind of stealth and stealing courses in the Navy Academy are not high, he is Lin Yiqing's protégé after all. After another battlefield experience. Technology is no longer what it used to be.

Yusaku Uehara at this time. stared blankly at her asleep on the bed.

The summer sun is too warm and brilliant. But what is even more dazzling than this is her sleeping face in the sun.

In the afternoon, the excessively high temperature is like soaking people in hot water, and the pores are full of dry heat. On the way to Yusaku Uehara, he was irritated by the heat of the weather, and his eyes kept glancing around, but now. But it stopped here abruptly.

She fell asleep in such a hot situation.

Yusaku Uehara clearly saw that the tiny fluff on her face showed a fluffy touch in the sunlight, as if the whole person was wrapped in a halo of light, she must be having some sweet dream, right? Yusaku Uehara thought secretly in his heart. He was reluctant to look away, so he looked at her quietly...... In this afternoon, Yusaku Uehara seemed to have another sudden epiphany, what is, love.

She slept so softly, and the curves of her body were so refreshing that he was thrilled. Streams of warmth were surging in her body, and her face was so moist. Let people have the urge to touch it, her face is so even, pointed and unfavorable, sharp but not sharp, her eyes are particularly charming, full of princess-like temperament and nobility, and then there is her straight nose bridge, it is the icing on the cake, the finishing touch, her eyelashes are like a doll, both long and dense, beautiful and a little charm, her hair is black and shiny, and some places are under the sun, showing a charming color of beige with golden yellow, which makes people can't help but be controlled by the color of the hair. Although it was far away, Yusaku Uehara sniffed it lightly, and he found that in her beautiful hair, there was such a rich fragrance hidden, straight into the nose, she was so soft and moving, she was simply a goddess with an elegant temperament, high up, and extraordinary temperament.

Her hair flowed smoothly along the folds of the sheets. A faint shadow cast on her soft features, and her long eyelashes were like butterfly wings. She closed her eyes tightly when she fell asleep, and when he faced the painting-like face, he was full of imagination for those talking eyes.

Her pink lips are not so delicate, but they are reminiscent of the budding buds of spring.

The velvet quilt gently covered her body, and the edges of the quilt partially exposed her off-white skirt. Her hands are clasped on her chest, rising and falling with her breathing, like a fairy tale Sleeping Beauty sleeping in a tower.

Yusaku Uehara has always liked her so much, and thinks everything about her is so beautiful. Usually, he thinks she is too bright and beautiful, so that he always looks at her blindly. At this moment, she happened to be lying on the bed and fell asleep, and he dared to stare at her. He thought that everything about her was beautiful, with her fair skin, black hair, and that graceful figure, and he always thought that after the war, he would walk in the shade of the silent trees with her in his arms, how romantic! Seeing her asleep, he felt the urge to go over and kiss her and hug her.

Yusaku Uehara looked at her affectionately in front of him, unable to extricate himself, unable to divert his gaze from her, even for a minute or a second.

Yusaku Uehara couldn't bear to wake her up, so he just stood quietly and looked at her.

It took a long time for him to quietly move his steps and walk to her bed.

How long has it been since I've looked at her so closely?

On the bloody battlefield, the beautiful images she imprinted in his mind were his best comfort.

No matter how fierce and hard the battle was, as long as he thought of her, he had the motivation to keep fighting.

He knew that he was fighting desperately so that he could stay with her in the future.

Although she already belonged to him and gave birth to offspring for himself, somehow, he always had a feeling of fear that he would lose her one day.

The bright sunlight shone on her face through the curtains, and Yusaku Uehara stepped forward and gently stroked a few strands of green silk against her mouth. She pursed her lips, as if she was still intoxicated by her dreams.

It's nice to have her around......

She seemed to sense something, rubbed her sleepy hazy eyes, and woke up.

She couldn't help but be startled when she suddenly found Yusaku Uehara staring at her intently, but when she recognized who he was, her face suddenly turned red.

"You ......"

She hung her head shyly, wanting to say something, but she didn't say it......

Yusaku Uehara pretended not to look at her, and only then did she raise her eyes, and at this moment, her fair face had turned crimson because of shyness.

Yusaku Uehara pretended to be careless and moved a chair and sat down in front of her.

"You...... When did you come back? ......" Natsumi looked at Yusaku Uehara, and although her voice was soft, it was full of uncontrollable surprise.

For days, she had been hoping that he would come back to see her, to see her and his children. (To be continued......)

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