"Onward! Advance! Lieutenant Laurel shouted to the soldiers gathered around him, trying to get them to rush into the triangle fort against the Spanish bullets - the heavy fire blocked the narrow road, and if it could not be breached, the assault force would remain sandwiched between the fire nets of the two forts. www.biquge.info Although now, because of the darkness around them, the fire of the Spaniards has not caused too many losses to the troops, but once the sun rises, everyone here will die.

The catastrophe is slowly approaching. Lieutenant Laurel was well aware of the situation, so he could only risk being hit by a stray bullet to urge his soldiers to charge, but his shouts had little effect: after the soldiers who had initially launched the charge were reduced to corpses lying across the middle of the road, the remaining soldiers shrank back.

No matter how anxious and even angry the lieutenant and other officers were, these soldiers were willing to stay in a slightly safe place and shoot at the enemy, rather than the lethal fire of dozens of rifles in such a limited and confined space. Although they do not lack devotion for the sake of the Republic of the Philippines, it is clear that no one will desire to die needlessly.

Lieutenant Laurel became anxious, and he was also alarmed by the harsh rebuke brought by the heralds, Major Macapagal, the supreme leader of the entire operation. For a moment, he even wanted to charge himself, but the corpses on the ground eventually prompted him to choose a more appropriate way.

"Get me some more powerful weapons!" He looked up and shouted at the soldiers beside him. A bullet hits the wall. The lieutenant's body shuddered slightly, retracted his neck, and his voice became lower. "Move fast!"

The soldier conveyed his request to his companions behind him, and then to the commandos further behind, who returned a frustrating answer a moment later. "We only have bombs from our US allies."

Laurel quickly estimated the distance between himself and the nearest Spanish soldier. Almost thirty meters, which can be a bit far for a bomb. "No other weapons?" He asked unwillingly.

"Nope."

"Uh......" the lieutenant hesitated, "give me the bomb." ”

The new order was again transmitted back to the rear of the commandos, layer by layer. This time he waited longer, almost five minutes, and then the soldiers delivered him five sets of bombs - and a box of matches. Laurel looked at the only dangerous objects he could rely on, thought about it, then picked up one of the groups and made a tentative throwing motion, and finally sighed and asked, "Who can drop a bomb among the Spaniards?" ”

The soldiers looked at each other for a moment, but all of them could only shake their heads. Thirty meters, however, a group of bombs was close to five kilograms, and no one could throw such a heavy thing over such a distance. And now, everyone is pressed to the ground under heavy fire, and if anyone tries to get up, then he must be ready to fall down with bullet holes.

"We should take ......the bomb apart," one soldier suggested, and then he died: the moment he raised his head, a stray bullet went into his forehead. The others had no choice but to lower their bodies and at the same time return a salvo to the enemy - but the Spaniards returned almost ten times as many bullets as they did.

The situation was getting worse and worse, and Laurel heard a Spanish officer shouting and ordering the soldiers to bring up their machine guns.

"We didn't have time to separate the bombs, and the Americans tightened the leads." Laurel bit her lip and considered, there was only one way, but the task was daunting. "You can only rush to the Spaniards with lit bombs......"

The soldiers knew what he meant, and those who performed this task would surely die; Either he was killed by the Spaniards and torn to pieces by bombs, or he rushed into the middle of the Spaniards and died with them, he could not have survived the mission. However, this is the only way and hope they have, and there is no other choice.

"I need volunteers." said the lieutenant.

He was answered by silence, followed by an almost inaudible mutter: "The Spaniards will beat the people on their mission to death...... We can't rush in......"

"I'll be the first to drop a bomb and disrupt the Spaniards." Laurel continued, "The bomb-carrying man took advantage of the opportunity to rush in. ”

"How far can you throw it?" Someone asked.

"Half the distance...... Probably. After a pause, the lieutenant looked back at his soldiers, "Who wants to take on this task?" ”

There was silence again. No one wants to take on a mission that is certain to die. After all, these Filipino soldiers were not fanatical enough, and even though they loved the nation and the republic, they loved life - but in the end, Laurel got the volunteers he needed, neither more nor less, exactly four.

"The Republic will remember you." The lieutenant was emotional, but now he could not hug his warriors and had to ask the other soldiers to hand them the bombs. Then, taking two deep breaths, Laurel lit the fuse he was holding the bomb. "Attention!" He screamed, and after a few more dangerous seconds, the bomb flew out of his hand.

As he said, it falls at half a distance; After a few more seconds, the bomb exploded.

The sudden explosion came as a complete surprise to Captain Marcos and his soldiers: the Filipino rebels had never used bombs in past battles, and there was no indication that they possessed such weapons. Neither the captain nor his soldiers took any precautions, and the loud noise filled their ears with a buzzing sound. Even so, Marcos was able to make out some sounds that were clearly screaming.

Several soldiers who had come too close were wounded. At first, the captain and the others thought it was rubble that had hit them, but when several soldiers rushed forward to pull the unlucky guys back to safety, they realized that something else had caused the damage.

"Captain!" A soldier looked at the bloody face of the wounded and exclaimed, "It's an iron nail!" ”

"What?" Marcos rushed over. The soldier was right, however, that each wounded man had broken, rusty iron nails stuck in his face, and there was never just one.

"Hell, what the hell are those rebels using!" The captain furrowed his eyebrows quickly. But before he could begin to think about it, the cries of the other soldiers caught his attention: "Be careful, he's holding the bomb!" ”

The captain turned his head and saw a rebel soldier rushing into the fort at some unknown moment pounced on his men. He was clearly injured, but nothing seemed to stop him, and the pile of what looked like some kind of can in his hand was a sign of an obvious threat...... Bomb!

"Get out of the way!" Marcos shouted.

His warning was clearly too late. The rebel soldier had already bumped into an unlucky man who couldn't dodge, and then rolled to the side, and several soldiers who were too brave or just hadn't figured out the situation rushed forward to try to kill him or pull him away, only to be caught in the ensuing violent explosion.

The buzz is here again. But Marcos didn't have time to pat his ears, and what appeared before his eyes was a terrible scene - like the fortress was hit by a large-caliber shell, dozens of soldiers fell to the ground, some were still moaning or screaming, but many more were just lying there, motionless, as if they had seen God - a large number of metal fragments and iron nails were flying everywhere at the moment of the explosion, and there was not a single survivor within a radius of fifteen meters.

Perhaps the only consolation was that the rebel soldier was also reduced to a pile of minced meat in the explosion...... Yet the damage he did far exceeded the little value he had, and ......

A man rushes to the enemy with a bomb, but only to die with the enemy...... Suicide attack! How can there be such a crazy and ferocious enemy in the world?

Marcos' body trembled, and for the first time he felt fear eating away at his soul.

He didn't want to fight a bunch of madmen.

But he had no choice. The Spanish soldiers were already screaming in panic again, as if they had seen death come into their sight: "Captain, another rebel has rushed in!" ”

"Shoot him!" Marcos roared, as if this was the only way to dispel the growing fear.

His soldiers faithfully carried out his orders. Dozens of rifles fired together, nailing the rushing Filipino soldier to the ground, and then the bomb he was holding turned into another pile of minced meat; But the Spanish soldiers did not even have time to rejoice for a moment, and in the smoke of the explosion, the figure of another rebel soldier appeared.

The third volunteer sent by Laurel was unhindered - the Spanish soldiers were scrambling to pull their guns on the harnesses, and only a few officers opened fire with their pistols, but none of them hit; He easily rushed into the middle of his target, and the ensuing explosion cost Marcos nearly a third of his men.

Then the captain saw the fourth suicide attacker.

"Die, Spanish lackey!" He shouted, rushing at Marcos. The captain felt that he could even see the rebel soldier's expression: hideous and fierce, as if he wanted to eat himself alive.

But he couldn't do it, and they would soon be indistinguishable from each other. Marcos burst into laughter, raised his hand, and fired all the remaining bullets out of the pistol. Of course, this did not work, and the bullet got into the body of the Filipino soldier, but he nevertheless accomplished his goal, with a warm embrace from an enemy.

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