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Song Biao used a simple way to deliver the news, he patted Li Dayun and Li Fugui on the shoulders beside him, and said a code word of bandits, and then, the brothers passed it on one by one.

Everyone's tense hearts seemed to have suddenly found a window, and fear, fear, anticipation, and mania were entangled together.

Song Biao at least understood that he had made the right bet, the army was fooled, and aimed the main offensive front at his southern position, in front of the long 800-meter southern position, more than 10,000 people of the army were divided into more than four rows and creeping forward in batches, because there was a thin layer of snow on the battlefield, except for the first batch in the process of creeping forward There was a slight sound, the advance of the following batches was almost silent, even the sound of the first batch was extremely weak, but the whole process was extremely cruel.

At this point, Song Biao had to admire the stoicism, strict discipline, and fanatical dedication of the soldiers, and as a sergeant, he had to admit that the soldiers were extremely good soldiers, just like the Mongol horses.

The only mistake was the dark blue uniforms of the army, and if the commander of the army had been more cautious and had asked all the soldiers to change into gray uniforms in advance, it would have been almost imperceptible in such a snowy and dark environment.

The dark blue uniforms are extremely easy to ignore in the dark, but on the snow, they can be clearly distinguished, even in the dark green shimmer.

At this speed, it takes about 10 minutes for the army to crawl forward 200 meters, and the last 100 meters is to sprint at full speed.

Ten minutes is crucial.

In the past ten minutes, General Mishuchenko had urgently transferred the 3,000 Cossack reserves that had been prepared on the northern front back to the southern flank, and kept two divisions of troops amassed at Heigoutai to prevent the loss of the southern front.

At this time, the army was actually ramming into the muzzle of the gun, and it was a collective suicide of 10,000 people, no matter how good and cautious they did before, no matter how tenacious and stoic they were, the final outcome was cruel.

This world has never been fair, and it is not always rewarded, especially for despicable countries like the Yue Army, who tirelessly try to invade other countries.

The moment of darkness is coming.

Song Biao prepared two guns for himself, one is the most commonly used Type 03 rifle, and the other is a Type 05 submachine gun, which are placed on his left and right, and he uses Type 05 as a light machine gun.

Even if he owned three rifles and a pistol alone, he did not have the consciousness to lend the rifles to others.

As in the Qiandongling ambush, Song Biao first stuffed a flare into the grenade, which was a unified signal flare, and at his insistence, General Mishuchenko drew 200 76mm howitzers from the Second Army for lighting.

With the passage of time, Song Biao could already clearly hear the rustling sound, and the army was only a hundred meters away from the position.

It is difficult to determine the distance in a dim environment, let alone through a low-light mirror, the visual error is extremely large, and Song Biao's evaluation standard is six corpse piles, which is the estimation scale he deliberately asked Li Dayun to adjust on the battlefield in the middle of the night.

Song Biao was a little hesitant, but he found that some of the Yue soldiers had already begun to stand up, squatting in the dark snow, and lined up in a more neat row with each other.

At this moment, Song Biao couldn't help but suddenly get nervous, he immediately pulled the trigger, and with a pop shot a flare at the sky in front of him, the blue light was like a meteor cutting through the dark night sky, and then with the support of the small umbrella, the ball of light slowly fell, just above the army.

Compared with the long battle line, this flare is still too small, but it can already illuminate the front line, so that enough soldiers can see the figure of the army, although most of the soldiers subconsciously lie down suddenly, but it is too late.

At this moment, more than a dozen 76mm illuminated howitzer shells hit the sky, because they were all early non-umbrella flares before World War I, although they illuminated the entire battlefield in an instant, but they could not be illuminated for a long time, and in just a few seconds, the position suddenly erupted with extremely consistent shouts.

All kinds of guns erupted at the same time, machine guns roared, and crazy bullets illuminated the brilliant line of fire in the darkness, and really strafed the army like a torrential rain.

At this time, the army had no way to retreat, and with the shouts of the commander of the army, the vast majority of the soldiers rushed straight forward with bayonets without hesitation, and the distance of 100 meters was only a dozen seconds.

The front row is just a bulletproof wall in the back row, and even if they fall to the ground, they will stubbornly cry hysterically, which is enough to make people crazy.

Since there were still many machine guns on the northern front and Sumabao, there were a total of twelve machine guns in Song Biao's southern position, including his six private goods, which could not completely stop the opponent in such a short distance, but it was enough to tear through the entire human wall like a chainsaw, and his 05 submachine gun could also be regarded as one.

Darkness is the biggest enemy, and the early flares of the Russian army have almost only five or six seconds of illumination, and the occasional sporadic rounds are not enough to dispel all the darkness.

At this moment, a raging fire suddenly burned in those iron pots arranged behind the position, and tung oil and cotton wool were mixed and burned together, illuminating the entire position, and within a range of several tens of meters, at least both sides could see clearly who was the enemy and who was the friendly army.

That's the most important point.

The 800-meter-long front is not long, but more than 10,000 people gather here to fight, and it is always the worst thing to not be able to see the opponent clearly, but at the same moment when the fire was blazing, all the treacherous thunders at the front of the position were also sounded.

Seeing that a large number of soldiers of the Chinese army were about to rush to the position, under the leadership of the squadron leaders, the "bandits" of the Manchurian Infantry Regiment suddenly picked up the Winchester M1897 shotguns, which had been prepared for a long time, and continuously aimed at the front line and fired at the front line.

The frenzied rain of bullets erupted, almost like a mist of fire, densely covering the entire front line of eight hundred meters long and fifty meters wide, like countless tongues of fire rushing out of the darkness.

Yes.

You can never imagine how crazy and tragic that collective screaming is, how terrifying it is that kind of screaming of thousands of people at the same time.

At the moment when the flames illuminated, Song Biao witnessed more than a dozen soldiers of the Yue Army being knocked away by the scorching fire and countless shotguns, as if they were blown away by explosives, and a worse scene followed, more and more thunderbolts were sounded, and the soldiers who had been seriously injured were even more severely injured at this time.

It was only then that the soldiers armed with spears and shotguns rushed out of the trenches and frantically stabbed and bombarded the Japanese soldiers who could be seen within a few tens of meters.

The last combat order is the most cruel, the principle of the cold weapon era is that an inch is long and an inch strong, and when thousands of fourteen-foot-long iron spears appear on the battlefield, everything seems to be a doomed tragedy, and the tactics set by the army finally turn into a massacre against them.

Everyone was already red-eyed, and the moment when the spear array composed of thousands of iron spears rushed out, the era seemed to have returned to the Spanish phalanx of the 17th century, rampage, instantly tearing apart the bodies of hundreds of soldiers in front of them, and the sound of popping and popping continued together, like a muffled thunder.

The end is finally doomed.

Song Biao stopped shooting for a short time, but he had a kind of pity at the moment, because he was also a person, but he quickly put this cheap pity behind, raised the gun again, and aimed at a non-commissioned officer who was trying to escape in the distance, and with a bang, the projectile pierced a bloody hole in the back of the opponent's head, bursting out a cluster of blood flowers.

In the icy weather, the blood that bursts out of the body is frozen below zero degrees Celsius before it is splashed on the ground, turning into a puddle of blood-colored frost particles scattered on the snow, which is strangely beyond human imagination.

After killing several soldiers in a row, Song Biao realized that the escape of those soldiers behind the army was difficult to stop, the corpses in front were piled up, and the machine gun fire that had already been stopped had already been stopped, Song Biao did not intend to let anyone escape at all, he personally led the team into battle, poked and picked the pile of corpses with an iron spear, trying to restore the shooting range of the machine gun.

There was really no way, so they directly smashed it with the wooden mallet of the ramming trench, this kind of extremely laborious work is always indispensable to Li Dahan, but it is still too slow.

Song Biao directly carried a fiery Makqin machine gun, re-erected it on the pile of corpses that had been frozen together, aimed at the deserters in the distance, and followed him, and the other machine gun crews also rushed up.

Immediately, Shang Wen's deliberate tactics from the beginning eventually led his troops to the end of the massacre.

After all, some of the soldiers fled back to the trenches, but the large number of corpses left on the battlefield that were too late to deal with became the best cover, Song Biao took Zhao Tingzhu's first infantry battalion into battle, and the four squadrons covered each other, charging forward one by one according to his command.

Song Biao consciously exercised his 1st Infantry Battalion first, called several squadron leaders over, temporarily added the squadron of leopards, and while giving specific orders for attack, he temporarily told them how to organize the attack.

Everything was fought in accordance with Song Biao's intentions, and although the level of execution was very poor, the army did not have much will to fight at this time, and it was the best stage of training.

When they assaulted the forward positions of the Japanese army, everyone used shotguns to clear the way, and almost in the first wave of strong attacks, the only remaining dozens of Japanese soldiers in the entire trench were wiped out.

The shotgun was once called the most brutal weapon on the battlefield, and if it hits you in the front, it will be worse than death.

In war, cruelty is always necessary.

The Eighth Division dug four trenches on the forward position, each extending about 100 meters forward, densely packed, with ravines and ravines, and Song Biao personally led the team to attack all the way until the artillery positions of the Yue army were also captured.

At this time, the sky finally shone the first light after dawn.

When people look back at this battlefield, it seems that no one can believe that this is the essence of war.