When Kimura Yutsune finally saw the familiar black uniform of the Japanese soldier, his tear ducts were strongly stimulated by some emotion, and the tears flowed into a small river, flowing on his face and into his heart. Finally ended the terrifying and terrifying search, although he was still facing death at any time, he felt relied on after all.

He was surrounded by wounded, broken hands, broken legs, broken stomachs, broken heads, bloody patches, gray faces, black uniforms, red bandages; He knew that today's battle was extremely hard and tragic for all Japanese officers and men, and among the wounded were not only the 3rd Squadron and the 2nd Squadron, but also the 1st Squadron, to which he originally belonged, and the 1st Squadron could be said to have been completely disbanded, and more than half of the officers were killed or wounded, not to mention ordinary soldiers. The casualties of the 2nd Squadron were also very large, almost more than half, and the gates of Seoul were still being contested.

The forward position was still in the hands of the cadres supporting the Korean army, and Shibata Katsulan told him that many of their squadrons went with the vanguard to attack this position, which was originally defended by the Korean New Army, and he attacked it together with a few soldiers of the third squad. Kimura Yuheng wanted to inquire about the situation of their squadron, but it was in vain, not to mention him, maybe even the squadron leader couldn't figure out the current situation of the troops, not to mention that they couldn't even find any trace of the officers now.

The Japanese artillery began to continuously knock on the positions of the cadres again, and the entire upper part of the position was covered in gunsmoke and ash fog, Kimura Yuheng opened his eyes and searched the thick smoke barrier, trying to find a little attack, but unfortunately, in addition to gray or gray, the gunpowder smoke is like a wall, separating the reality of the world from the cruelty of war. There were gunshots all the time. It never stopped. There must still be Japanese soldiers fighting.

The ranks of the wounded are growing. From time to time, people crawled out of the smoke screen, and not a good person came out, and more than one wounded died in the crawling process. Kimura Yuheng's tears had long since dried up, he knew that he should continue fighting, his injuries were not serious, staying here only made him feel humiliation and guilt more strongly! He crawled out, and he didn't dare to straighten up, regardless of whether his image was particularly afraid of death. But he was really unwilling to die before attacking the enemy's position. Shibata Katsuran also crawled out with him, he was wounded in the abdomen, maybe not badly, at least he said so himself, he didn't have a rifle yet, Kimura Yutsune tried to tell him to find one, but he took two pistols and followed; There are three other people, Kimura Yutsune doesn't know, and he can't even remember their faces. They kept crawling, one after the other. The shells exploded right in front of him, left and right, and his airways were filled with the smell of gunpowder. It went straight to his lungs, which made him a little unbearable, and his heart and lungs seemed to be stuffed with lime, which really burned out! The five of them were like five geckos, dragging their scarred bodies and carrying the honor of the Imperial Japanese soldiers to the killing field.

After three cigarettes, maybe it was such a time, when Kimura Yutsune plunged into the smoke, a violent explosion sounded behind him.

"Blossom Bomb!"

Kimura Yuheng's heart beat a drum, he had seen the power of the flowering shells fired by the Qianguo artillery.

According to what he learned before he set off, the latest type of artillery equipped by the Qianguo army was a 75-mm Krupp camp gun purchased from Germany, and the Japanese army was also equipped with a large number of this kind of artillery.

Kimura Yuheng didn't understand it (of course he didn't know that many of the shell charges of the Qianguo Army had been replaced with the powerful "Lin's gunpowder", instead of the black powder used by the Japanese army), and Yuki Rehei just let the cannonballs of the Qianguo people blow up into a sieve.

There was a scream behind him, and before Kimura Yuheng could turn around, a thigh smashed in front of him, whose is it? The snow-white bones and shiny tendons were shining, and the tops of the feet in the large military boots were even twitching. Kimura Youheng turned around and threw himself back, only to know that the flowering bullet injured three people in one go, including Shibata Katsuran, he and the other soldier died on the spot, the back was called shrapnel, and the other soldier's chest was pierced, his left arm was only connected to a little flesh, and blood bubbles were bubbling all over his body, and it was impossible to tell which was the wound. The broken leg was not theirs, but a Japanese soldier passing by, and his body was swept under the hillside more than ten meters away by the air wave, leaving a large pool of blood.

The blood of the three people was dripping together, Kimura Yuheng's hand didn't know where to put it, and there was only one first-aid kit, which was wrapped around his chest and couldn't tie his arms, which made him anxious.

There had been people around him who had been firing guns, and the bullet casings were falling, knocking on the stones on the ground, and there was a "clanging" sound, it must have been the little soldier who climbed up with them. Kimura Youheng wanted to scold him, but the wounded person in his arms was already breathing less and breathing more, and Kimura Youheng could only hold him and wait for the arrival of death!

What kind of world is this?

Why do they experience this life that is more cruel than hell? Is it simply because of the title of Imperial Soldier? But they don't want to fight, it's those hateful Koreans and Qianguo people who force them to go to war, what bastards!

Kimura Yuheng wants to completely explode his anger, he wants revenge, for the companion in his arms, for the dead comrades, and for himself!

finally died, and when he swallowed his last breath, the comrade-in-arms in his arms showed a smile, which made Kimura Yuheng even more confused: death is so real and cruel, and why would he still smile at the last moment of his life when he was about to die? Did he think of something that would make him happy for the rest of his life? Maybe it's just because I feel the ultimate relief from suffering.

Kimura Yutsune's body was full of blood, there was his, there was Shibata, and there was another comrade-in-arms of an unknown army, their blood warmed his body, and his soul, bathed in their faith, he seemed to feel that he had become clean and pure, he believed in his own mind so surely, and firmly longed to enter the bloody battle and embrace death! Because he knows that he is just like them. We are in the midst of a great process in which Japan is becoming stronger. It is an indispensable cornerstone in the history of the revival of this nation and this country. Their deaths are glorious, supreme, and great! And he, whether he lives or dies, has been forever engraved in the monument belonging to this war along with their heroic souls! What a source of pride.

From the moment he turned around, Yutsune Kimura decided not to look back, either die or move forward, all for the sake of the Japanese Empire! All for the strength of the country (if you can turn back the clock, even if it is just a dozen years ago.) Maybe this kind of slogan will only give people a false feeling of 1,000 percent, but in the current era and environment, Kimura Yuheng and his comrades-in-arms really have such a belief to sacrifice their lives and forget their deaths and fight bravely)!

Attacking, under the fire of guns and shells, carrying the souls of their dead comrades, they went crazy, the little man's cry was hoarse and miserable, and in response to his wild screams, they actually rushed to the forward position of the cadre army!

The firepower of the cadres was still fierce. They fired at each other through a breastwork, and the bullets were like cheap green beans. Shoot over and over, your ears are full of the sound of shooting, and your eyes are full of bullets and fires. After running out of bullets, they still fired at each other, but the ones thrown out turned into stones and clods, and the bullets of the cadres hit Kimura Yuheng, first in the right hand, then in the head, it's too uncrisp! It's all rubbing bullets, and you can't hurt your bones or break your tendons. They didn't think they could live, and it was no longer a matter of life and death when the battle reached this price, and smashing people to death with stones and clods was like smashing flies with mung beans, it was too difficult. The little man's eyes were blood-red, he didn't look at Kimura, he didn't look at the Qianjun, he only stared at the gray Tiangan howling, he was going crazy, Kimura Yuheng was the same, he wanted to climb the chest wall, he wanted to pounce into the pile of Qianjun, he wanted to be killed by countless bullets at the same time! For the sake of the Empire! For His Majesty the Emperor! For the sake of the dead comrades! Before he could drag himself up the breastwork, a wooden stick with a dynamite bag flew over and fell between them with a "sizzle".

Kimura Yuheng was stunned, his obviously dull brain had not yet reacted to the guy with green smoke in front of him; The little man rushed over and threw him to the ground. His reaction was recovered the moment he fell to the ground, the person did not fall to the ground, the fire, the smoke, the loud noise, everything was so sudden, everything was so natural, Kimura Yuheng could see the little man who was torn apart, and he could feel his empty sleeves fluttering in the wind, it was all over, as a soldier he finally fought to the last breath, for pride and pride, it was not a particularly painful thing to die. The vertigo came so quickly that he lost consciousness before the pain even came. He had a dream, and there was a blue sky, white clouds, the sun, the moon, and the small bridge in his hometown, and the small river in front of the door...... It's a long way home......

In the telescope, Yuan Weiting saw that the Japanese soldier (Kimura Youheng) who had been blown off half of his body was still convulsing painfully on the ground, and couldn't help but be secretly shocked by the power of the "conscienceless cannon" invented by Lin Yiqing.

As far as the cadres are concerned, the use of weapons such as "guns without conscience" shows that there is really no ammunition left.

Although Yuan Weiting had made preparations in advance and stockpiled a large amount of ammunition for the needs of the war, he did not expect that the consumption of ammunition in wartime was far greater than he imagined.

And just through the observation through the telescope, he saw Japanese soldiers charging with Japanese swords and pistols, indicating that the Japanese army seemed to be running out of ammunition.

In order to regain the Korean king in the hands of the cadres and save the situation, the Japanese army and the Kaihwa Party forces (mainly Kim Ok-gyun's "Loyal Army" and the underground Hui Party forces and the so-called "Volunteers" of King Qin) concentrated their forces and launched a fierce attack on the cadres stationed in Seoul, turning Seoul into a hell of blood and fire.

The Battle of Seoul can be said to be the first large-scale battle between the Japanese and Japanese armies since the Battle of Moss Bay, and the Japanese army has the advantage in terms of the total number of troops participating in the battle. After the battle began, the Japanese army once broke through the outer defense line of Seoul defended by the Korean New Army, but was stubbornly counterattacked by the main force of the cadre army, and the cadre army even launched a counter-charge, so that the Japanese attack made no progress for several hours and was forced to stop fighting. In several days of fighting, the four battalions of the Korean New Army, which was responsible for defending the outside of Seoul, were attacked by superior Japanese troops. After Yuan Weiting learned the news, he ordered Feng Guozhang to lead the second battalion of cadres to launch a counteroffensive, and after a bloody battle, he recaptured part of the position. In terms of the overall situation, the battle is still evenly matched. However, the huge consumption of ammunition after the fierce battle made Yuan Weiting worried.

Positions lost. You can still try your best. But ammunition for the current war. The significance of this cannot be overstated. Compared with the Japanese army, the number of cadres is much smaller, and the level of organization, morale, and tactics of the Korean new army is not high.

Before the start of the war, the cadres stationed in Seoul received two batches of ordnance and ammunition from China to Inchon by sea for the last time, including 1,000 rounds of 75-mm Krupp artillery shells, 1,000 rounds of 2-pounder Xiaohang artillery shells, 20,000 rounds of Gatling artillery shells, and 20,000 rounds of Haggaeus artillery shells. 500,000 rounds of rifle ammunition of various types. So far, only more than 10,000 rounds of ammunition for various types of rifle ammunition, 120 rounds of Krupp 75-mm shells, 100 rounds of 2-pounder shells have been left in stock, and there are no shells left for the Gatling and Haqikes guns.

Since the cadres came into contact with the Japanese army in Seoul on 5 December, by noon on 8 December, they had consumed as many as 600,000 rounds of ammunition. Each soldier of the cadre army was allocated 150 rounds of ammunition, and based on the total number of 4,000 cadres in Seoul and the new Korean army, that is, by noon on the 8th, the cadres had completely destroyed the ammunition base of 600,000 rounds. The total number of ammunition left in the stock is only 500,000 rounds, which is not enough to replenish the supply needed for another day. Three days of fighting. The consumption of artillery shells was even more staggering, and the Seoul cadre army was equipped with nearly 20 artillery pieces of various types. Each gun was supplied with 50 shells, and so far 1,800 shells had been removed, and now there are only about 600 rounds of 75-mm, 2-pounder shells in stock, and the Gatling and Haqikis guns are out of ammunition.

At present, the total amount of ammunition in the inventory of the cadre army is pitifully small, and it is simply not enough to support another day of high-intensity fighting.

As much as the lack of ammunition gave him a headache, there was also the problem of food.

Without ammunition, it can seriously weaken the combat effectiveness of an army; If there is no food, it will almost cost the life of this army, especially for the Qianguo army at that time, where the soldiers were purely to support their families and eat well.

As early as before the war, Yuan Weiting had already prepared 3,000 stone of rice as a reserve of military rations, and "our army's grain station in Seoul had more than 3,000 bales in store for emergency needs," and later applied for 2,000 stone of rice to be transported to Seoul by ship from Tianjin. This batch of grain arrived in Seoul around November 19, and the military rations stored by the cadres in the city were about 5,000 stones.

Originally, the supply of the cadres could still be replenished from the local area, but after the coup d'état on December 5, the Korean military and civilians fought with the Japanese army. A large number of Japanese ronins lurking in Seoul set fire to the warehouses of Korean residents, and a large number of grain and supplies were burned, and a large amount of military rations were also burned by the pro-Korean New Army.

If the cadres themselves consumed it, Yuan Weiting's pre-war reserves of grain could barely last for a month, but with the addition of the Korean New Army, it would only last for half a month, and tens of thousands of residents in Seoul also asked for food, so it was only enough to last for about five or six days, which was shocking. With no hope of transshipment by sea, and the Korean areas around Seoul were unable to raise food under the destruction of the Japanese army, and there was only enough food left in the city for the soldiers and civilians to sustain them for a few days, Seoul could already be said to be in danger.

But Yuan Weiting knew that although the cadres were not having a good time, the Japanese army was even more sad.

So although the situation was not good, he still decided to stay the course.

He believed that Lin Yiqing's army would definitely arrive in the next few days.

It was raining again, and the Japanese offensive gradually stopped.

Taking advantage of this short pause, Yuan Weiting began to brave the rain to inspect the situation of various positions.

Although he didn't spend much time with Lin Yiqing, what Lin Yiqing taught him was something he would remember for the rest of his life.

No matter what kind of difficult situation he encountered, Yuan Weiting never thought of retreating, his first reaction was always what Lin Yiqing would do if he was in this situation.

His biggest fear now is that his morale will collapse out of despair as he runs out of ammunition.

However, what Yuan Weiting did not expect was that after three days of unprecedented bloody fighting, the morale of the officers and men was still high.

Why are these Huai Army leaders who were originally just for "being soldiers and eating food" completely different from when they first entered the camp?

Looking at the dark but still energetic faces in the rain, Yuan Weiting was in a trance.

Yuan Weiting lost his mind slightly, his feet slipped, and he fell into the muddy water all of a sudden.

He was short and fat, and his face was covered with dirt and mud, which was very funny, his eyes were muddy and watery, and he couldn't see the situation around him, and he was about to get up, but suddenly felt a pair of strong hands supporting him.

The nearest soldiers lifted him up from the muddy water.

"Your Excellency!"

"Are you alright, sir?"

"Your Excellency, is it okay?"

A voice of concern rang in his ears.

When Yuan Weiting's hands were tightly held by another pair of more powerful hands, when he felt the temperature from those pairs of hands, his heart was constantly stirred by bursts of warm currents. (To be continued.) )

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