In the morning, for a whole morning, the black and red flames produced by the explosion of the cannonballs continued to shoot into the sky with heat waves, and the bright red flames and explosions in the upward churning black smoke were reflected in his black eyes. The heat of www.biquge.info the combined sun and the explosion of the cannonballs made my head feel a little swollen, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur smoke from the explosion of the cannonballs and the pungent stench emanating from the cracked stomachs and intestines of the soldiers after they were blown apart.

As a soldier, Li Long just kept charging forward with the footsteps of his comrades, in the village community, he was the eldest brother in the eyes of the boys, and even in the new barracks, he was also the pride of the commanders, and here, he was just an ordinary first-class soldier, an ordinary soldier who would be killed by bullets at any time, like the other 60 soldiers, he was just a part of that huge war machine, when he was unfortunately hit by shrapnel or bullets and took his life, As soon as the death notice was sent with a two-cent silver stamp, it represented everything.

Of course, his family will receive a generous pension and insurance compensation, his parents, wife and children will become military survivors, and will be taken care of by the government in an all-round way, and his children will also have the status of "survivors", and will not need to pay any tuition fees in the future study career, and will receive academic support.

In fact, if the families of soldiers fall into poverty because of the death of soldiers, it will be a shame for the government.

But all this seems to have nothing to do with Li Long, he is only 17 years old, and strictly speaking, he is not even a minor. He has no wife or children to take care of by the government, his father is strong, and the family has dozens of acres of arable land.

Of course, now he doesn't think about it, as part of the war machine. Like any other machine, he dutifully and dutifully fulfills his personal mission, although his mission can be said to be not worth mentioning, but it is the mission of these little people who are not worth mentioning that has created victory after victory.

On the battlefield where shrapnel was flying, cats walked through their waists, and by Li Long's side, one comrade-in-arms after another died. They were either shattered by shells, killed by bullets, or blown into the sky by mines. There are all kinds of ways to die, and sometimes even death in an unexplained way.

As he passed through an open area, there was an explosion, and then just after a shot, Li Long, who was loading his rifle, heard a familiar moan, and then he crawled over, where he saw the squad leader who had had his leg blown off. In a bomb crater not far away, I don't know if I stepped on a mine. Or did the shells fall there.

The blood-stained bones were shattered and exposed, and the severed blood vessels trembled slightly in the air, and ordinary people might be frightened, but for soldiers who were used to blood and death, they knew. The most important thing now is to bandage the wound to stop the bleeding, and like every soldier, Li Long, who had received simple medical training, immediately took off the squad leader's strap and wrapped his broken leg around his back. The steel scabbard of the bayonet was inserted into the harness, and the pressure was constantly tightened to stop the bleeding, and then the bleeding was stopped with gauze, and after all this was done, the ground under the squad leader was soaked with dark red blood.

Li Long gently raised the squad leader's head, and the squad leader's sluggish eyes slowly refocused to look at him and see his soldiers.

"Private ...... First Class"

The squad leader tried to move his pale and ragged lips and said:

"I have in my pocket... letter, help me send it to ......"

This is a reality that every soldier can encounter - compared to the official suicide note, some soldiers always carry with them the letter they have just written or even unwritten, and perhaps, this is the real suicide note.

"Don't say such things,"

As he spoke, he put his arm on the shoulders of the squad leader, tried to fasten him to his shoulders and sent him to the rear, to the medics.

"You're going to live, squad leader, I'll send you down until you get to the hospital......"

"Attack, don't stop...... Offensive...... No, you can't stop......"

The squad leader who was being carried slapped his subordinates, desperately pushing him, not letting him carry himself, not letting him send him backwards, but constantly urging him to continue to attack.

"Ten, twelve, this is the order, twelve, you go, attack, attack......"

At twelve o'clock, the battle will end......

Finally, under the pat of the squad leader. Li Long glanced at the squad leader, he silently turned around and continued to attack towards the position of the Russian army with his comrades around him, at this time, no one took care of the wounded anymore, and everyone now had only one goal - to end this battle!

Twelve o'clock, twelve o'clock to solve the Russian army on the front!

Twelve!

Annihilate the Russian army!

More shells fell from the sky, and as more and more shells exploded, more human roars and screams rang out again. In these voices, there was always a burst of almost heart-rending shouts, and in the heart-rending screams, there were also cheers for the killing of the enemy.

Will, sacrifice, at the moment of this winter, became the only spirit in the post-Baikal wilderness, and now, after months of unprecedented battles, there is no longer any reason to drag this battle through this winter.

Death, here, like blood and urine sprinkled in the mud, hurried and continuous from the bodies of one Chinese soldier after another, the Russian soldier, the Grim Reaper swinging its scythe above Trans-Baikal, the Grim Reaper laughing and dancing in the sky above the battlefield full of gunpowder. Shouting, crazy, and under the smoke of gunpowder, the soldiers of the two countries who are fighting for honor and faith are exerting the last martial arts of mankind, and they are frantically tearing and killing there. No pity, no sympathy. All of them have only one thought - to kill each other!

On the battlefield, the officers and soldiers of the two countries smashed each other's heads with grenades like madmen, stabbed cold bayonets into the enemy's chest, strangled each other with both hands, and even bit each other to death with their teeth. In the wind and snow, the will of the people even ignited the falling snow in the wind, and this tragic battle finally became clear in this wind and snow.

Sometimes it is only the will itself that can fight the will.

It was on this day, at this moment, that the will finally triumphed over the will......

Every step was unusually heavy, if you could. Li Long wanted to sit down and rest for a while, but beside him, the rapid whistle was still echoing, and there were no familiar comrades in sight around him, his comrades-in-arms had been killed or seriously wounded in the fierce battle that lasted for several hours before, and he still continued to advance with the troops. The company commander was still directing everyone to attack, and the company that used to be nearly 200 people, at this time, there were less than 100 people left, and everyone looked very tired.

But no one stopped, they just did their duty as soldiers and obeyed orders like millions of parts. Of course, their superiors would not allow them to disobey orders.

Bullet. Flying sideways in the air, in the distant Russian trenches, they could be seen desperately pulling their guns and shooting, and the comrades who were charging were repeatedly knocked down, when the attack was blocked. The roars of the company commanders and platoon commanders continued to echo in the whistle.

"Smoke bombs, who has smoke bombs......"

Someone over there should say that sometimes, the order was immediately given.

"Quick, cover him, close. Throw two smoke bombs ......"

This style of play is normal, suppressing the enemy with the intensive fire of machine guns, and then taking the opportunity to approach, throwing two more smoke to block the enemy's view, and then the troops attack, this is a tried and tested style of play, they tear through the enemy's defense line again and again with this seemingly simple play, and now, the battle has lasted too long, everyone is extremely tired, not to mention, their smoke screen is almost running out!

Soon, the soldier who still had smoke bombs, under the cover of his comrades, approached less than 100 meters away from the Russian army, and two grenades were thrown out, but in a few seconds, two pieces of smoke rose in front of the Russian position, and the view of the Russian army was blocked in the smoke, and the soldiers who had been stagnant immediately rushed to the enemy position like tigers under the command of the company platoon commanders, although when they rushed out of the smoke, the Russian guns and bullets were waiting for them, but at a distance of just a few tens of meters, no weapon could stop their attack.

Grenades, after a dense rain of grenades, the Russian defense line collapsed, and those Russian soldiers abandoned their positions and fled towards the rear. Li Long, who jumped over the trench to pursue the enemy, first knocked over an enemy soldier with a single shot, and then held his gun and stabbed at the nearest enemy, the bayonet instantly sinking into the enemy's chest.

"Ah......h

Desperately pulling the bayonet out of the enemy's chest, Li Long's body barely had much strength, and before he could quickly shift the target, he felt something small and scorching, which slammed into his body, and then something more. Then a stream of fishy heat rushed to his throat, and the blood he spat out only added an insignificant shade of bright red to the blood-soaked earth.

Hit!

The thought that came to Li Long's mind, the impact of the bullet almost knocked him to the ground, but he didn't give up, but forced himself to kneel there, half kneeling in the dead grass more than two feet high, he wanted to raise his rifle, aim again, and shoot......

But before he could raise his rifle again, the Russian bullet pierced his chest again, and a scarlet red welled up in his chest.

Boom......

The moment he fell, he heard the sound of his body falling to the ground, and at this point, the sound seemed to be amplified and likewise reduced.

He couldn't hear the gunshots, but he could hear his heart beating, he couldn't feel his breath, but he could feel the blood in his body with every breath.

Then, his eyes were slightly open as he saw a pair of military boots step past him.

No one paused around him, no one noticed the wounded, no one cared for him, and for the assault even the sanitary soldiers took up arms and became a fighting infantryman.

The wounded, even the moving, need to take up arms and take part in the attack, as for the wounded on the battlefield...... No one asked, no, not no one asked, but there were some people, the female nurses with red cross armbands on their sleeves, who took on the responsibility of field care in this battle, and when the troops attacked, these delicate women carried stretchers on the battlefield, walked through the battlefield with shrapnel and bullets, they treated the wounded, and searched for traces of life in the corpses in the sea of corpses like a mountain of corpses.

"Quick, there's a wounded man here!"

Pushing through one corpse after another, Yu Qi finally found the source of the sound, a wounded man covered in blood moaned in a pool of blood, blood kept gushing from his shoulder, and his eyes had become a little dull, while shouting, Yu Qi bandaged the wounds of the wounded.

And not far away, several nurses were bandaging the wounds of a wounded person whose leg was blown off, and the blood spurting out of the artery stained their clothes red, and suddenly there was a sound of cannonballs breaking in the air, and at the moment when the cannonballs landed, Yu Qi, who was bandaging the wounds of the wounded, immediately pressed the wounded under him.

The shell exploded, and when the shock wave hit her with smoke and fragments, she felt as if she had been hammered with a heavy hammer, and then with a sharp pain in her back, she lost consciousness......

A girl with a soft stretcher in her hand ran over from a distance after the explosion, and she was stunned when she saw Yu Qi, whose body was half buried in the dust.

"Sister Xiaoqi, Sister Xiaoqi......"

Turning over Guo Qi, she saw that the head nurse had blood on her face, and there was blood all over her body, I don't know if it was hers or the wounded, she hurriedly checked it, and shouted loudly while checking.

"Quick, head nurse Yu is injured......"

All this is just an episode in this battle, in fact, on the battlefield, the death of an individual can hardly arouse the sympathy of outsiders, whether it is a soldier or an officer, they are already numb, for them, the only requirement is victory, the officers need victory, the soldiers also need victory, sometimes they have the same purpose......

As the wind and snow gradually became smaller, the battle became more and more intense, the fierce battle from five o'clock in the morning, until noon, never stopped, the blood of the soldiers of the two countries almost stained the land, in the great collision of the will of the soldiers of China and Russia, only the most tenacious people, it is possible to win the war.

And in the rear, on the original forward front, Shang Dequan was holding the binoculars, his tense face seemed to be a little lighter, and when he put down the binoculars, he ordered a little tiredly.

"It's time to put in the reserves......" (To be continued.) )