"Brethren, we are friends of the common people of the whole Communist Party, and there is no army in the Communist Party that does not rob food and women like us, and will pay for everything in full. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info I will never owe you your military salaries, nor will I allow officers to withhold your rations. If anyone's ration does not meet the standard of one pound and eight taels of staple food, he can refuse to fight.

These are not privileges, but you deserve them because you are good enough. People say that good men are not soldiers, and it is precisely because of you that the image of soldiers has changed in the hearts of the people. You will create a new era in history, and immortal honor will be given to you.

Free and respectable gentlemen of arms, you are fighting for the defense of your homeland, for your families, for your wives and children, for your parents and brothers, for the punctual monthly payment of military salaries, for the full daily rations. Oriental devils, right in front of our eyes, destroy them, and we can get peace for a long time. And this peace will compensate for all the sacrifices we have made in this battle. When you return to your hometown, your compatriots will point to you and say: He fought the Oriental devil in Weifang.

I heard the roar of the cannons, the firing of the muskets, the strange, mournful bodies of the battlefield.

You won't all die. Only a small percentage of those here today will die in battle. Everyone is scared when they go to war for the first time. If he says he's not afraid, he's a liar, but the real heroes are those who persist in fighting even when they're afraid. Some people can overcome their fears in just a minute when they are at the line of fire, some in an hour, and others in days. But a true man never let his fear of death trump his sense of honor, his sense of duty to his homeland and his natural masculinity.

Everyone matters. We need someone to provide guns and ammunition, and we need quartermasters to prepare food and clothing for us, because there is not a lot of stuff to steal from the place where we are going. Every person in the cafeteria, even if it's just a boiler, has his duty.

We all want to go home and hope to end this war, but you can't win it by lying down. With home behind us, we have no way back. If we want to continue to enjoy low-cost salt, low-cost food, and get enough military salaries, the only way is to kill these bastards who started wars. We're going to rush over and kill those Oriental devils. The sooner we get rid of them, the sooner we can go home.

I want you all to remember that. My people do not surrender. I don't want to hear that any of my soldiers have been taken prisoner unless he is wounded. Even if you're wounded, you're still able to fight. This is not nonsense either. I needed a true warrior, a pistol to his chest, he swept it away with his hand, and with his other hand he took off his helmet and beat the Oriental devil into a daze. Then he picked up the gun and killed another Fuso man. And before all this happened, a bullet had already pierced his lung. This is your real man!

When you men return home after the war, you will be qualified to say one thing. Thirty years later, when you are sitting by the fireplace, your grandson on your lap asks you, "What did you do when the Oriental devils hit our hometown?" You don't have to cough and say, "Well, your grandfather shovels manure in the field." ”

You can look him in the eye and say, "Kid, your grandfather was following behind Zhao Guanshuai's banner and cutting off the heads of the Orientals!" ”

Now that's all I have to say, all the brothers of the Lu army, pick up your guns, polish your bayonets, and fight hard, the time has come! “

The position of the Lu army is like a forest of flags and bayonets like snow. The mountains are all over the wilderness, and overnight, thousands of blue flowers are born. When Zhao Guanhou put down the loudspeaker and finished his speech. The voice that echoed from the battlefield was "Long live the crown handsome, long live, long live!" The scream.

On the two columns, all the tickets were newly printed. All the soldiers were paid two months' salary, banknotes and speeches, which made the morale of the Lu army reach its peak. All the soldiers were dressed in new uniforms, and the officers' leather shoes were shiny. In the sound of high-spirited military music, the Lu army rushed out of the trenches and took the initiative to rush to the Fusang army, which was preparing to launch a decisive assault.

"This ...... That's impossible! Suzuki, who has always been calm, showed a frightened expression for the first time. So many Lu troops? How is this possible? According to intelligence, the Lu army has only two divisions and two brigades, as well as a number of provincial armies, security regiments, and other local armed forces with worrisome combat effectiveness, and does not have the ability to fight in the field with the main force of Fuso.

At least on this battlefield, the Fuso Army should have an absolute superiority in strength. In the previous positional offensive and defensive battles, the strength of the Lu army is enough to demonstrate this. However, the military strength of the Lu army in front of him is not less than that of the Fusang people. Behind his own army, there is the Fifth Division and Tiele mercenaries, could it be that Shandong's troops are more than two divisions and two brigades?

If this is the case, then the Lu army during this period of time has been hiding its strength, with the help of fortifications, gradually depleting the morale and strength of Fusang, until now, the elite has been exhausted. If this is the case, that is to say, the entire battle is controlled by the Lu army. Now when the Fusang army decided to fight with all forces, the Lu army also believed that it was time to fight with all forces. In fact, all of your own actions are within the calculation of the Lu army.

On the battlefield, momentary gains and losses do not explain the problem, victory and defeat are commonplace, and in the Fusang Tiele War, it is not uncommon for the Fuso army to suffer losses and miscalculate. Even in the Battle of Liaoyang, the Fuso Army was at a disadvantage for a time, but in the end it achieved a turnaround.

The temporary downside is not terrible, with one country against one province, Shandong is not destined to be a winner. However, at the strategic level, every move of one's own army is within the enemy's calculations, then it is not the battle that will be lost, but the entire war.

"Husband fights, courage also. One blow, then decline, three and ......" Suzuki's mind came up with an ancient Chinese story he had read. As this article resurfaced in my mind, it was clear to me the direction and changes of the entire battle in the moments before the start of the war.

The Lu army's initial avoidance of war was to deliberately lengthen the supply line of Fusang and use space to gain a supply advantage for itself. The defensive position in the battle stage of Weifang is to consume the sharpness of one's own side. With the help of fortifications, coupled with sufficient material reserves and troops, the Lu army can consume the morale of the Fusang soldiers little by little.

When the supply line in the rear was destroyed, and when the supply of materials was insufficient, the morale of the front line plummeted, there was no way forward, and the rear road was cut off, the Lu army officially dispatched to complete the fatal blow.

Most of the cavalry who attacked Shandong by surprise would also face total annihilation. Whether they are willing or not, defeat is defeat, and the invincible Imperial Army must drink this cup of bitter wine. As for the future, how the empire will take revenge has nothing to do with itself.

This time it is destined to go to a military tribunal, and if you are lucky enough, you will be transferred back to the reserves, perhaps...... There's no going back.

The rumbling sound of cannon interrupted his thoughts. No matter how you think about it, how you plan it, when the battle starts, all thinking has lost its meaning. Any plan or strategy must be implemented by someone. On the battlefield, only a desperate battle can be exchanged for the hope of survival.

Although plagued by material supplies and a long period of ineffectiveness, the morale of the Fuso Army fell to the bottom. When seeing the huge size of the Lu army and the majestic military appearance, the loss of morale increased even closer. But as the best infantry in Asia, when the guns rang out, these soldiers who were destined to become sacrifices still held their weapons tightly, resolutely walked to the battlefield, and met their fate with no regrets.

Soldiers deserve to die for the country, Mo Dao Fusang has no boys!

"Fire! Fire! Don't let the robe be sacrificed in vain! ”

Zou Hua's tactics of avoiding its sharp position and attacking its return at dusk preserved the vitality of the artillery to the greatest extent at the expense of the infantry. At this point, it was time for the artillery to play its value. The long-term training of the Lu army is not inferior to the first-rate strong soldiers of Taixi in terms of infantry and artillery coordination. The shells accurately fell on the heads of the Fuso army, the ground shook, and the mountains and rivers changed color. The power of the god of war has annihilated countless living beings.

Rows of Fuso soldiers, killed by shrapnel. Shrapnel bombarded at any cost, and many cannons were scrapped because they were fired too quickly. The result of this attrition is that the Fuso soldiers on the front line have almost no time to enter the White Soldier War, and their souls have already returned to Santuchuan.

The Fuso Army's artillery shells were basically exhausted, and a small number of iron ball shells were meaningless in this kind of fire, and soon after the battle, the remaining artillery was silent. The infantry, which had lost the blessing of the god of war, could only speed up their pace and accelerate towards the Lu army. Before your own life is gone, it's better to kill one more enemy.

Due to the limitation of the width of the battlefield, it is impossible for the troops of both sides to be put into it at one time. Therefore, in the initial contact, the superiority of the Lu army's strength was not reflected. On the contact surface, the Lu army and the Fusang army are almost the same. The competition between the two sides is still courage and courage, plus the commander's wrist.

The cooperation between the three divisions of Fusang was not good, and the performance of the Lu army was not strong. Neither of the two armies has a permanent establishment at the army level, and the temporarily formed armies cannot be able to achieve the same level of dispatch and overall planning, and each side has problems of one kind or another in its dispatch.

But for soldiers on the battlefield, this kind of problem is actually not felt, all they can experience is a rain of bullets and death within reach.

Zhou Gui held high the banner of Zhao and resolutely walked at the front of the team. To the sound of the earth-shattering snare drums, the soldiers in the front row raised their rifles and pulled the bolts at the enemy on the opposite side. The gunfire was like bursting beans, the smoke of gunpowder cleared, and there were no more than one soldiers in the first row opposite.

However, the Fusang soldiers who suffered the baptism of bullets did not flinch, but returned the rifle in their hands to the color, so that the Lu army on the opposite side also paid a heavy price. Whether it is the speed of fire or the accuracy, the Fuso soldiers are not under the Lu army, and the losses are similar when the two platoon guns attack.

Row after row of soldiers fell. The commander raised his sword and shouted "Queue...... Attack! Then, amid the gunfire, he watched his men die in rows, and soon after, the commander himself fell.

Zhou Gui was in the chaotic battlefield, listening to the bullets flying past his ears, looking at the robes beside him, falling on the battlefield one after another. Among them, there are his new knowledge, as well as old friends.

Xiao Dalong is gone, and many of the villagers from northern Jiangsu are gone. This kind of circle of fellow villagers can't be avoided anywhere, Zhou Gui is the flag of the handsome, and many villagers come to follow his door. He was reluctant to go through the back door, and he was too much to be harassed. But now, he misses the faces that once made him so annoying, as long as he looked at them one more time and listened to one more voice.

Many poor children in northern Jiangsu joined the army, and now, they are also on this battlefield. Once cowardly and wooden, he would only accept it and give his new wife to the countryside in the old man's bed. Once upon a time, he became such a qualified soldier as he is now.

I once dreamed of a good life, and my descendants didn't have to give away their wives, and they didn't have to worry about being taken away by loan sharks. Even if they die in battle, there will be someone who will take care of their whole family and give them a good life. With the soldiers who are guaranteed, the courage that bursts out is enough to shake any of the world's strongest forces, and the heroes of the great powers, so what's the matter.

Zhou Gui's body trembled, and he felt that he had been shot. Maybe soon, I'm going to die. But he didn't feel scared, not even the wound hurt. He only knows one thing, he can't fall, the banner is still in his hands, people can die, but the flag can't fall!

Before leaving, Hongling told herself that she had it again. I already have two sons, and this time, I hope it is still a son. The Zhou family has descendants, their own bloodline has been continued, and death, what is there to fear? Donating their lives for Shandong, their families can enjoy the treatment of the invalids, and the brother and sister-in-law and Hongling will have someone to take care of them for the rest of their lives, so they don't have to starve and freeze. My son, who is provided for school at public expense, will be arranged to work in a factory, where are I afraid of coming from?

If it weren't for the handsome, he might have died on the night Hongling was carried into Old Lady Zhuang's house. Even if he doesn't die, he is still alive in a mess, farming and paying grain, watching the Hongling girl wash her face with tears, and she smokes a cigarette pouch like a big brother. What is the difference between that way of living and that of a dead person?

The man is as dead as iron.

"Brothers, rush!" As the trumpet of the white-knuckle battle sounded, the troops rushed forward with a shout, and Zhou Guimeng raised the banner and rushed forward quickly. Blood gushed from the wounds, staining his blue uniform. He gritted his teeth and clenched the flagpole with both hands. I can die, the flag of the handsome man can't fall, the banner of Zhao Zi will never fall!

The bayonet pierced into Zhou Gui's lower abdomen, but the big flag in Zhou Gui's hand also poked heavily on the ground, preventing it from falling, and his free hand grabbed the body of the rifle tightly, preventing the opponent from pulling back the weapon. The Lu army, which followed closely, took this opportunity to stab the Fusang soldier in the chest with a bayonet. Before Zhou Gui lost consciousness, he finally shouted two words: "Charge!" ”

The two armies, while killing each other with platoons of guns, are also advancing rapidly, shortening the distance between them. When the distance between the two armies is close enough, the blue and black iron streams inevitably collide in one place, playing a battlefield tragedy (to be continued). )