At 5:56 a.m. on March 22, the earth trembled violently.

Nearly 600 mortars, mountain and field artillery, and large-caliber howitzers of various calibers roared under Fushun City, instantly engulfing the positions of the army under Fushun City and on the city wall. The fortifications and firepower points that the army had painstakingly managed collapsed in an instant.

Under the cover of powerful artillery fire, the Guards assault detachment attacked synchronously with artillery fire and advanced in multiple directions, unlike the infantry assault artillery created by Kodama Gentaro in Lushun who did not stop firing and the front assault troops suffered at the cost of their own firepower, the Guards assault detachment maintained a distance of 100 meters from the artillery fire, and when approaching the front line of the Japanese army, the originally fierce artillery fire immediately extended to the depth of the Japanese army.

Under the cover of artillery fire, the attacking detachments leaped to their feet and pounced on the enemy position with overwhelming force. Clusters of mortar shells burst into enemy formations, and heavy machine guns that suppressed enemy fire spat out dragons of fire. The assault groups bravely attacked, and their momentum was unstoppable.

For a time, thick smoke rose from the battlefield, and shrapnel flew sideways. As the artillery fire extended backwards, the fighters who rushed to the front were about to engage the enemy, and when they were about to engage the enemy, they first threw two grenades at the positions of the Japanese troops, and at the same time, none of the soldiers were also shot and fell. The warriors rushed forward bravely, and many fell, blood staining the somewhat hot ground from the shells.

At the moment when the grenade thrown out by the grenadier exploded, the soldiers of the commando finally rushed into the trench, and under the intensive artillery fire and grenade damage in the trench, the remnants of the army did not wait to be killed, but jumped out of the trench with the shouting of the officers, launched a counter-submachine gun, and started a white-knuckle fight with the attacking troops.

The two waves of turquoise and navy blue collided on the scorching black soil, and the submachine guns and light machine guns in the hands of the non-commissioned officers of the Guards accompanying the attack became ornaments in this confusion, and the high-powered bullets that he was once proud of would become a burden, and he would kill his own men while killing the enemy, and in this kind of melee, the bayonet and the butt of the rifle were the most powerful weapons.

The battle between bayonets and bayonets was a complete battle of will, and the two sides used bayonets and rifle butts to scuffle in front of the positions of the Japanese army, and the grenadiers who jumped into the trenches of the Japanese army, because they did not have time to take their guns, even waved long-handled grenades in their hands, as if wielding hammers, shouted in the trenches, and smashed the bodies and heads of the enemy soldiers with grenades.

"The ...... of the Dog"

In the midst of a shout in the trenches, a loud hoarse roar, Tang Fenglei, who was holding a grenade in his hand, was exposed in a brown cotton military uniform, and blood first penetrated the cotton clothes, and then seeped out.

His eyes glared at the soldier in front of him, the black cast-iron shell of the grenade in his right hand, the blood that was dripping from it, and there were splashes of blood everywhere on his hands, body, and face.

In the previous tear kill, he had been stabbed with an unknown number of bayonets, and his legs felt weak on his hands, but he still stared at his eyes and walked towards the soldier who attacked him secretly.

“%#￥%”

The Hounan on the opposite side looked at this person who seemed to have crawled out of hell, and muttered that Tang Fenglei couldn't understand the words at all, but the fear in his bones on his face blackened by gunpowder couldn't deceive people.

"Cover ......"

When Tang Fenglei approached him, the back man shouted and stabbed at him.

"Sizzle" ...... Before the bayonet stabbed into his chest, Tang Fenglei's left hand grabbed the bayonet, the tip of the knife did not sink into his chest, and his hand grasped the bayonet, and he didn't even feel pain.

"Ah......h

The bayonet was held by this man like this, and the man who could not retreat was frightened by this scene, he cried out in horror, and tried to stab the bayonet into the body of this man, but he smiled when he saw the man, and his smile was like the smile of the devil.

"Ahh

The muddy trench under his feet slipped and the man holding the gun fell down violently, the gun was hanging in the air, the bayonet was held in Tang Fenglei's hand, his left hand slipped towards the bayonet handle, and when he pressed the lock, the bayonet was taken off the muzzle by Tang Fenglei.

"Hmm!"

With a long snort, he pulled out his bayonet, held the bayonet in his left hand, and held a blood-dripping grenade in his right hand towards the soldier who was sitting in the trench, using his hands and feet together, and walked backwards.

Red blood and white brains splattered.

"Ah......h

The moment in front of him only made Goo's heart rise with weakness and fear, he shouted, and retreated backwards with his hands and legs and even his buttocks, and as he retreated in the trench, he fell down a man.

When a navy blue shadow fell in front of him, the bayonet in his left hand instinctively stabbed forward, twisted, and warm blood sprayed Tang Fenglei's hand.

"Dog!"

By pushing away the corpse, he scolded again, his eyes stared at the soldier who continued to walk in the trench, at this time, he could not hear any sound in his ears, and there seemed to be only this soldier who stabbed him with a cold knife in his eyes.

"Hah...... Haha......"

Suddenly, Hou Nan laughed, he looked at this Chinese soldier who was covered in blood and stood out of hell, and laughed loudly, he even forgot the instinct to survive, just sat in the trench, looking at this Chinese soldier who would never kill him and laughed.

When his head was stuck in front of his chest by Tang Fenglei with his right arm and raised his head, he didn't have a trace of strength in his body, and the stepman, who had completely given up his consciousness of life, suddenly shouted loudly.

"Mom's ......"

In the next second, Hounan felt that his neck was pierced by something.

"Sizzle......

The sound made when the bloody hounan in his mouth was able to clearly cut his neck with a bayonet and cut the bones, and finally, after putting his arm around the enemy's head and cutting off his head with a bayonet, Tang Fenglei laughed.

"Dog!"

Another hoarse curse roared out of his throat, and as he cut off the head of this soldier, beside him, several soldiers even looked at this person in horror, no...... He's—he's the devil.

Tang Fenglei, who was covered in blood, raised his head and looked at the soldier in front of him more than a meter away, the rifle in the man's hand, but the bayonet at the head of the gun was trembling there, and Tang Fenglei, whose face was already covered in blood, looked at this soldier, grinned, and showed a mouthful of white teeth.

"Ahh

When the soldier saw his smile, he screamed, dropped his gun and fled backwards as if he had lost his soul.

"Uhhhhhh

With a snort, the grenade in his right hand was thrown out, and the grenade that did not pull out the detonating cord hit the back of the man's head accurately, and the body of the enemy who was originally running fell to the ground like a ball of mud.

The right hand is without a grenade, and naturally pulls out his matching sword, the one-foot-long matching sword is the symbol of Huangpu Sheng, the short sword flashes a cold white light in the sun, because of excessive bleeding, Tang Fenglei, whose consciousness has long been blurred, will just follow instinct, continue to walk forward, and the eyes that can no longer be turned can not even distinguish between the enemy and the comrade-in-arms at this time, but instinctively use the color of the military uniform to distinguish between the enemy and the enemy.

When a blue shadow appeared in front of him, he would first slash with his left hand, and then stab forward with his right hand, and at this time the enemy was even a step or two away from him, he was just walking forward in the trench, moving his heavy steps, his life was losing step by step, but he continued to walk forward.

When a blue shadow crashed into his arms, the short sword in his right hand kept stabbing his enemies in the ribs, and when an enemy fell, the blood-stained face would grin brightest.

Nation...... Fight the enemy!

There was only one thought left in his mind at this time, and there was only one thought.

Every time he kills an enemy, he always spits a hoarse voice out of his mouth.

"The ...... of the Dog"

But then, he could no longer let out the shocking roar he had done at the beginning, shuffling his mud feet, trampling on the corpses of his enemies, and he still walked forward, his body not even able to support his head, he hung his head and walked forward.

When he saw a tea-green corpse vaguely in front of his eyes, it was the corpse of his comrades-in-arms, he wanted to step over the corpses of his comrades, but he tripped and fell, struggling to hold on to the trench and wanted to stand up, but he only stood halfway, but he knelt down heavily, he couldn't stand up at all, kneeling there, kneeling in front of the corpses of his comrades, hanging his head, blood and sweat dripped down his chin, and red sweat dripped on the dragon led by the armed forces of his comrades, "Da ......"

The sound was amplified in his ears, and this voice seemed familiar, just like the shocking drum beat when he was in the military academy, just like the sound of their footsteps on the training ground of the military academy, like ...... Countless memories of the past came to life before his eyes.

"My name is Tang Fenglei!"

"Serve the country and kill the enemy!"

The once young faces, bursts of resolute roars echoed in his ears, and the excited smiles of his classmates floated in front of his eyes, and a smile squeezed out of his face.

"It's up to you!"

At this time, Tang Fenglei, who was kneeling in the trenches, knew that his road had come to an end, but China's road was still very long, and it depended on them.

"You must do your duty!"

He secretly begged for his classmates in his heart, he had used his life to relieve his duties, so what about his classmates? Students will do the same.

At this time, a pair of military boots suddenly appeared vaguely in front of his eyes, and the military boots trampled on the blood melted by the cannonballs, and then a man hugged him violently, shouting loudly.

"Sir, sir...... Ambulance ...... Ambulance"

The shouting soldier tried his best to drag the commander out of the trench, he held the commander who was completely soaked in blood, and shouted loudly, an ambulance soldier ran to his side with a steel helmet, and used a knife to pick open Tang Fenglei's clothes, and the wounds stabbed by the bayonet would no longer be pouring blood, and his blood seemed to have run out.

"Sir, don't die! Look, look at that, it's a regimental flag! It's a regimental flag! Sir, open your eyes and see! ”

The soldier was close to the commander's ear, shouting loudly, and Tang Fenglei, who had almost stopped breathing, opened his eyes at this time, and squirmed his body by his own strength.

"It's a regimental flag! Sir, look...... Look! ”

A red military flag inlaid with black tassels marched forward twenty paces in front of him, and perhaps when he saw it, he lay motionless in the arms of his comrades, opened his mouth, and his right hand, which held the sword, was laboriously raised to his left chest, which was the position of the heart, and the body of the short sword stained red with blood, and the blood gathered in the grooves of the letters...... Success becomes benevolence.

"Please! Please......"

What is he asking for? The soldier holding him didn't know that this was his last word, maybe he wanted to say to the regimental flag that he was no longer good, and hoped that his comrades-in-arms could be led by the regimental banner and win the flag!

He held the sword in this way, and opened his eyes to look at the regimental flag that was advancing with the troops under the escort of the flag team.

It didn't take long for the flagbearer who had entered with the troops to die, and when the flag-bearer was hit by multiple bullets, his body slammed, and blood shot into the sky, and with the last trace of strength, he planted the flagpole on the ground that was burned by cannonballs and soaked in blood, and the flag was planted there, and the regimental flag fluttered rhythmically with his trembling, which was perhaps the most beautiful and majestic situation in the world!

Hundreds of meters away, Xiao Xinren, who was holding a telescope in his hand, looked at the regimental flag fluttering in the wind, looking at the picture composed of the flag bearer and the regimental flag, tears slid down from his eyes.

In the telescope, the flag guards once again raised the regimental flag, the regimental flag usually does not attack with the troops, once the order to attack with the regimental flag is issued, everyone knows that there is no room for negotiation in this battle, only to attack, no matter how heavy the casualties are paid, before 6 o'clock in the afternoon, all the Yalu River army will be annihilated and Fushun City will be captured.

For any Guards unit, there are only two options after the regimental flag appears, either they are completely objective, or they can be killed from the regimental commander to the soldiers, and the regimental flag can be captured by the enemy.

The regimental flag attacked with the army, which was the urging of an infantry regiment, and everyone understood what it meant to be unsuccessful, the flag was captured by the enemy, and the whole regiment was removed, and from then on, this number in the sequence of the Guards, not only ceased to exist, but also meant shame.

Seeing that in the binoculars, the standard-bearer who had used up his last life and planted the regimental flag on the enemy's position was carried on a stretcher by the ambulance soldiers, Xiao Xinren threw away the staff officers beside him and walked quickly towards the retreat trench of the wounded who were in the trench, he wanted to see the standard-bearer.

In any unit, the standard-bearer is the best and bravest second lieutenant, and one of the closest commanders to the soldiers, and in an infantry regiment, perhaps the soldiers may not know the name of the commander, but they will definitely know the name of the standard-bearer.

Walking to the retreat trench of the wounded soldiers more than 200 meters away, the air was filled with a thick smell of blood. At this time, Xiao Xinren saw the standard-bearer who was carried down by two stretcher soldiers, it was a second lieutenant who looked only ten ** years old, the military uniform in his abdomen was torn, blood continued to gush out from the bandage, and the white cotton was completely dyed black and red, any soldier who has been on the battlefield knows that abdominal injuries are not only incurable injuries on the battlefield, but also that the wounded will also undergo a long period of painful torture before death, often on the battlefield, after their comrades-in-arms suffer this kind of injury, their comrades-in-arms will find a pistol for him, In order to let him die quietly.

Bending down and looking at the flag bearer who was breathing weakly, Xiao Xinren looked at his face, there was no trace of pain on the young and surprisingly young face, and the second lieutenant forced a military salute when he saw the arrival of the commander.

"Long ...... Sir......"

What he wanted to ask, perhaps the question he was most concerned about was whether the troops had completed their combat missions, and the regimental flag, perhaps that was also his concern.

"Ensign, are you married?"

He was going to write a letter to the second lieutenant's wife, and he knew that it would be difficult for the badly wounded standard-bearer in front of him to survive.

"I have ...... One...... Not...... ...... who didn't pass through the door Daughter-in-law! ”

A faint smile appeared on the face of the standard-bearer, whose voice was getting lower and lower, and his eyes looked at the sky without blinking, as if he saw the face of his long-lost fiancée, but the sparkle in his eyes was passing little by little, his brows were furrowed from time to time, and he was experiencing severe pain.

"I ...... True...... Want to score ...... ...... after Fushun Again......! ”

These were the last words of the second lieutenant left in the world, and before he could finish it, his eyes were still open, as if his wish had not been fulfilled.

What was his last word? Is it to enter the city and die?

Standing up, Xiao Xinren gave a military salute to the second lieutenant, and after a few seconds, he let go of his right hand and said to the officer beside him.

"Give me his information!"

When he said this, Xiao Xinren looked around at the busy wounded soldiers' trenches, one by one the wounded soldiers were constantly carried into the trenches, most of the wounded soldiers had lost their lives before they entered the field ambulance station, looking at the side of the trenches, the corpses of the soldiers stained red with blood, Xiao Xinren's expression was extremely solemn.

"This is the fate of our generation!"

When he sighed these words, Xiao Xinren lifted his heavy legs and left, the wounded soldiers in the wounded trench screamed and cried, and some of the seriously wounded who were sewn black cards were carried outside the ambulance, which were seriously wounded who could not be treated, they did not make any crying, and the large dose of morphine injection had numbed their nerves and consciousness, which may be the only thing the army could provide them, a tube of morphine to send these soldiers who fought for the country to die peacefully.

At 8:39 a.m., Xiao Xinren, who had been following the progress of the battlefield, received the first good news from the front line, and the enemy on the right flank of Fushun City was completely annihilated by the assault troops, and the engineering unit had begun to carry out engineering explosion operations on the Fushun City Wall under the cover of heavy machine guns.

At 10:23, with the efforts of hundreds of sappers, a tunnel of explosives only more than 30 meters long was dug, and at 10:46, with a violent explosion and thick smoke rising into the air, the walls of Fushun City were blown open!

(To be continued)