"Horn!"

Pulling the trigger and trying to escape back to the position, he fell heavily on the muddy ground after being moistened by blood and snow, and the wounded soldier struggled and howled in the mud.

"Mom...... Mom! ”

It wasn't just one person who was howling, hundreds of soldiers were struggling in the mud, no one bandaged their wounds, and in the struggle and howling, blood slowly flowed out of their veins.

Some of the soldiers who could not stand the groans and howls of their comrades jumped out of the trench and tried to rescue them, but they were shot in the abdomen or in both legs at the same time by several rifles that had been aimed at the battlefield, and one more wounded man was on the battlefield.

The charge at the wing level of the 5th Division ended in a crushing defeat. The soldiers were blocked by multiple layers of barbed wire, and while they were hesitating, they were strafed by cross-fire from machine guns, like birds hanging on the net, and the Guards soldiers who came out of the anti-artillery holes played a game of shooting.

"Remember, hit them in the leg and don't let the wounded escape!"

After emptying a magazine of bullets in the trench, Zheng Dongfeng, who re-loaded the rifle, repeatedly emphasized this principle to the soldiers.

"Attract the enemy with wounded soldiers!"

The game of shooting, perhaps a test of the warriors' shooting skills, is also a practice, with occasional cries of frustration in the trenches where they mistakenly killed the enemy.

Killing the enemy is more effective than killing the enemy, at this time.

The wounded soldiers would not only call their mothers and wives by name, but also by the names of their comrades, and there were always some who could not stand the call of the wounded, and as soon as they rushed out of the trenches, they fell into the trap, and there was another decoy in the trap.

After ten minutes of the shooting game, a white flag was raised from the position of the Japanese army, and then an officer and a soldier holding the white flag appeared on the battlefield, and they walked towards the position of the Guards with the white flag.

Seeing the white flag, naturally no one would believe that this was said to be the surrender of the person, they must have to rescue the wounded, they said that they needed time to rescue the wounded, and the same Guards also needed to repair the barbed wire.

A few minutes later, the two sides quickly reached a ten-hour ceasefire on the battlefield, and then everything was simple, and while they searched for the wounded, thousands of Guards officers and soldiers began to repair the barbed wire fence on the battlefield.

Under the command of the soldiers, the people threw the corpses out of their positions, re-built the fence-shaped barbed wire and snake-bellied barbed wire, and after more than 3,000 people died, the defense line that he tore with his life was once again restored to the state before the war, which he may not have imagined.

The temporary ceasefire on the battlefield and the complexity of the fortifications made the nearly 6,000 officers and soldiers who defended Dalian and the more than 10,000 recruits finally breathe a sigh of relief, and for the first time, they believed that they could hold the city.

On the day of the war, the Dalian City Defense Headquarters requisitioned all the food in the city, of course, under the pressure of bayonets, otherwise those merchants would never let go of the opportunity to "make a fortune", and then began to conduct door-to-door investigations, distribute food rations, and everyone could only buy food within the ration.

Lin Yuqing, as the commander of the Dalian city defense, did not live in the city hall left by the Russians, or even the mayor's official residence, but chose to live in a hut abandoned by the Russians. There were about 20 of the same houses, forming a small block, but the Russian residents here had already taken refuge in Lushun long before Dalian was handed over, and some of them became vacant houses, which would have been inhabited by the staff officers and other members of the Dalian City Defense Command.

Over the past three days, long-range artillery shells have been regularly falling around, invariably causing casualties among civilians and soldiers. However, in this case, Lin Yuqing is still the same. While talking to someone, he heard an explosion, as if he hadn't heard it, and his eyebrows didn't even move, and he continued to talk to his subordinates about the defense of the city.

After the news of the truce spread for ten hours, near Lin Yuqing's headquarters, there were dozens of journalists from European and American countries, who were originally reporters covering the Russian war, and they were just resting in Dalian, but they never thought that they would encounter such a war with a huge disparity in strength.

As the commander, Lin Yuqing was often invited to meet them, and when he met them, Lin Yuqing always behaved as a gentle and kind gentleman. Perhaps because of his wife's teaching, he has a Western-style politeness, and no matter how he looks at it, his words and deeds are refined and decent.

"Mr. Journalists, do you want to go to the front?"

Faced with the reporter's request, Lin Yuqing hesitated for a while before speaking.

"If you go to the front line, I'm afraid that the clumsy command of the contemptible people will not be able to hide it!"

"Your Excellency, General, you have proved your excellent command with a successful defense! I think it's for all to see! ”

A German journalist said that the war that was supposed to be lost had been successfully reversed, so they had the hope of going to the battlefield to report the war to the world.

"But ......"

Looking at these reporters, Lin Yuqing seemed hesitant, he was worried that the defense system he had carefully set up would be discovered by these reporters, but on the other hand, he wanted these reporters to report on the defense of Dalian.

Before the start of Dalian, His Majesty had sent him a telegram asking him to cooperate with these reporters, and through the mouths of these reporters, to spread the word of the heroic battle of the Guards to the whole world.

"Your Excellency, I think Your Excellency also hopes that the loyal and courageous deeds of your officers and soldiers will be known to the world, right?"

John? Harris spat out a suggestion that Lin Yuqing couldn't refuse.

"Hmm!"

Lin Yuqing nodded, and then when he turned his head to give an order to the staff herald, in the blink of an eye, his expression changed to another look, becoming like a cold and stern robot that had lost all feelings.

"Major Deng, you are responsible for taking reporters and gentlemen to the front line to cover the news, and you must ensure their safety, understand?"

"Yes, sir!"

Almost as soon as he reached the edge of the city, after crossing a barricade, John? Harris and the others entered the trenches, and when they marched along the communication trenches towards the front line, they could see the men carrying the wounded and transporting them to the rear, while more men were carrying ammunition boxes, which zigzagged like in the traffic trenches at the head of the city, and the soldiers looked very sparse.

"They don't have enough manpower!"

John, who once fought in the Boer War as a soldier? Harris's first impression was that the defenders were underwhelmed, which was a well-known thing.

Compared to other reporters who don't pay attention to the trenches when they walk to the front, Ruger? Herff carefully looked at the trenches in front of him, which had been built by the Chinese after they "received" Dalian from Russia, and under the trenches were wooden planks.

"Gutter?"

Subconsciously Ruger thought that under the plank he was stepping on should be a drainage ditch, and as he followed the team forward, Ruger deliberately paid attention to the half-human-sized entrance on the side of the trench, and occasionally when he looked at the entrance, he could see that there were some ammunition boxes in it, and there were even people in it.

"Small bunker?"

For the first time, more than a dozen foreign reporters who appeared in the trenches saw the Chinese soldiers on the battlefield for the first time, except for a few soldiers on alert, many more soldiers were in the bunkers, drinking tea and eating, and many of them were writing letters there.

"It's like they're on vacation!"

The calm look on the faces of the soldiers surprised Ruger and the others for a while, the trenches that had been repaired still carried traces of war, and it was hard to believe that they had just experienced a battle if they looked at these soldiers alone.

"Mr. Officer, can we look ahead?"

After obtaining permission, the reporters climbed out of the trench along the small ladder, looked ahead, and saw a barbed wire fence pulled horizontally in front of the stage, and a long black rod was pulled vertically from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, just crossing the barbed wire. Ruger wiped his eyes, what is the black stick?

A closer look at the soldier who turned out to be killed was the one who had been killed, and looking at the corpses all over the ground, he and the other reporters were immediately startled. This pitch-black stick is the pile of soldiers who were killed.

Those Chinese men were mending the barbed wire, and while they were repairing the barbed wire, they kept throwing the severed arms and stumps to the ground, and standing on the breast wall in front of the trenches, everyone could intuitively see the craters one by one on the forward positions of the Guards.

"Oh my God! They ......"

John? Harris turned to look at the relaxed Chinese soldiers in the trenches.

"How did they survive!"

How did they survive in the midst of such intensive shelling. At this time, all the reporters raised the question of how the Chinese soldiers, who were more concerned about how the group of Chinese soldiers could "enjoy" the battlefield life in the trenches after the shelling than the corpses left by the army between the barbed wire.

"I'm a copper pea that can't be steamed, cooked, cooked, hammered, fried, or exploded, a copper pea, and every boy who teaches you to drill into his hoe is constantly chopping and unraveling, and can't untie it, and doesn't take off the slow-rising mille-feuille brocade pullover......"

The sound of a soldier humming could be heard from the trench, accompanied by his humming, and from time to time soldiers around him shouted hello.

"Perhaps...... Maybe they just can't be steamed, boiled, hammered, fried, or exploded, and a copper pea! ”

John, who has been in China for more than a decade? As Harris listened to the play, he whispered in his heart.

"They will definitely be able to hold Dalian, what do you think? Rudolph! ”

John? Harris turned his head and said what he thought, the good fortifications, and most importantly a group of soldiers who were not afraid of death.

Rudolph, on the other hand, shook his head.

"It's the third day! There are very few of them ......"

(To be continued)