On the battlefield, emotions are contagious, like infectious diseases, which can spread throughout the battlefield in an instant. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Fear is an emotion, as is heroism, the former can lead to the defeat of a battle, and the latter can lead to more courage than people can imagine to win a war.

For basic officers, when the battle has begun, on the battlefield, their most important task is not actually to direct the battle, but how to eliminate the fear in the air, and to inspire the courage of the soldiers to the greatest extent, for the former, the easiest way is to use the muzzle, through the execution of deserters, to tell others that the cost of fleeing is more severe than fighting, which is actually to use fear to fight fear, although brutal but extremely limited.

But in contrast to the latter, it is extremely difficult, everyone has their pain, when the comrades around them die, anger will bring courage, on the battlefield, sometimes this brotherhood is the most direct source of courage, but also the most universal source of courage.

War has always been a game for the brave, sometimes the result of war is not simple, whether it is the tearing between swords in the era of cold weapons, or the roar of guns and cannons in the era of hot weapons, in the end, it is still the contest of will and courage between soldiers that determines the outcome of the victory, and that is the most primitive instinct that supports each person.

Death is also glory, in fact, this is the most primitive instinct hidden in the blood of every person, it is the primordial instinct that has been left millions of remnants of human evolution, but this instinct has been concealed by the so-called civilization, and only on the most primitive battlefield, only in a certain moment. That's when this instinct is triggered. Thus igniting people's hearts.

And trigger this instinct. It could be brotherhood, or it could just be a seemingly inconspicuous word.

"Goodbye to the Martyrs' Shrine!"

At the moment when the warrior shouted this sentence, he didn't know why, and he didn't even think about it, but when this roar sounded on the battlefield, it shook every soldier on the battlefield like a thunderbolt.

At the moment when the warrior with the bayonet collided head-on with the war horse, it was just an instant, with that roar and movement. Time seems to be frozen in this moment, as if heaven and earth have stood still.

Nagayama, who was still secretly rejoicing at the terrified look on the thief's face, was stunned at this moment, he saw the tears on his face full of gunsmoke, saw the fear in their eyes, but also saw the determination contained in the hideousness, as if he knew that he was about to rush into hell, although he was afraid, he did not hesitate at all.

Nagayama, who was on the back of the horse, instinctively raised the saber in his hand and slashed at the resolute rebel who was rushing towards him, the one with a bald head. The traitor who howled out the phrase "goodbye to the martyrs' shrine" with tears on his face did not even dodge the slashed saber. Instead, he swooped forward with his bayonet held high.

At this moment, Yongshan on the horse smelled a hint of ominousness, but it was too late - at the same time as the saber slashed on the soldier's shoulder, the bayonet on the spear head also sank into the neck of the war horse, and when the impact dragged the saber to cut off half of his shoulder, the bayonet that did not enter the horse's neck also cut a wound nearly a foot long, and the moment the warrior was knocked away, the war horse fell to the ground with a sharp slam.

"Goodbye to the Martyrs' Shrine!"

The contagion of emotions made the soldiers seem to fall into madness, and they imitated the words that were stirring in their chests as their comrades shouted, and rushed forward without hesitation, and the fighters who rushed to the front suddenly crouched down, pointed their bayonet rifles at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and the butt of the rifle was on the ground, Instantly formed a half-circle of 1.6 meters high knife forest, the sudden knife forest made the cavalry completely unable to stop the war horse, when the two collided, at the moment when the bayonet was not into the horse's neck, the warrior who set up the knife forest on the flat ground was knocked away by the inertial impact of thousands of catties when he was impacted, but the galloping enemy cavalry was restrained at this moment.

In that blood splash, the battle on the battlefield fell into a white heat, and the soldiers of the rear line of defense, who were protected by their comrades with bayonets and guns, immediately seized the opportunity, picked up their rifles and fired quickly at the fastest speed in their lives.

This is a contest of will and courage, at this moment, everything is not important, what military discipline, what military law, everything is meaningless for the soldiers, they are fighting for their own lives, for the lives of their comrades, even if they die, they will guard each other in the martyrs' shrine, protect each other.

At this moment, they are truly promoted to become soldiers, just to protect the soldiers, whether it is the land they guard, or the most sincere comradeship between them.

The sound of resolute shouts echoed across the battlefield, and with the resolute roar, the sound of explosions echoed from time to time.

When the remnants of the enemy cavalry swept past with their sabers, they looked at the cavalry rushing in front of them, and the wounded, powerless to stop the enemy would feel for the grenade, and when they pulled down the grenade's rope, they howled and rushed towards the cavalry, for them, they hoped to exchange a piece of their own body for the hope of survival of their comrades.

"Ah...... Brothers, see you at the Martyrs' Shrine ......"

The warrior who had lost his arm ran, and at the moment when the enemy cavalry was approaching with a hateful face, the cavalryman seemed to wave his saber lightly, and the bright saber slashed through the air with a miserable white light, and the wounded soldier did not even have time to hold his throat before blood splattered, and at the same time as he fell, the grenade fell from his hand.

When he was about to fall, he saw several horses galloping towards him, and the wounded soldier's face showed some smiles, and as he fell, the bleak and unenlightened eyes looked at the sky, and the bloody lips seemed to say something.

But on this battlefield, no one will pay attention to the people who are about to die, and when the few war horses pass by him, a loud bang explodes around the warrior, and everything is over, and when the smoke clears, the remaining limbs cannot be distinguished whether they are his or the enemy's, only a few war horses whose abdomen has been blown away are lying on the ground twitching.

At this moment, the brave seemed to be everything on the battlefield, struggling to get up. Nagayama, who fell to the ground again due to a broken thigh. With an incredible gaze, he looked at everything that was unfolding before his eyes. In any army, the infantry could not compete with the cavalry, not to mention that when he broke through the enemy formation, there were still dozens of horsemen by his side, and the enemy army in front of him, instead of collapsing in the slashing of the cavalry, burst out with more courage than he could imagine.

At this time, in the eyes of Nagayama. They were no longer rebels, but soldiers, even more respectable than them, in his sight, on the mixed battlefield, there were only a dozen horses left jumping in the battlefield, brandishing sabers to slash those who showed amazing bravery but could not hide the panic of the enemy, although the enemy continued to fall under the saber, but the cavalry on horseback became fewer and fewer.

Finally, with a row of gunshots. The last galloping horse fell, and the rider, covered in blood, tried to stand up. But before he could stand up, a bright bayonet sank into his neck, without any hesitation, and without a trace of sympathy.

When the black figures walked one after another, Yongshan heard the neighing of the wounded horses, the sound of gunfire continued to sound, and more was the sound of pitiful pleading, which was the wounded soldiers of the horse team pleading, begging the other party to spare themselves, when the courage dissipated, those cavalry who had charged at all costs in the rain of bullets, this will also reveal the human instinct - the instinct of fear of death, which is in stark contrast to the previous bravery.

But their pleas did not arouse sympathy from each other, which is precisely the most violent side of the battlefield, and the red-eyed ones will never show mercy to each other at times.

"Hereby ......"

In the midst of that pitiful pleading, Nagayama could hear the sound of the magnified bayonet sinking into his body, and the desperate ** sound of the brothers when the bayonet was stabbed, and they even spared a bullet and used the bayonet to end the life of the enemy, and in it, there was occasionally a cry of surprise and nervousness.

It was the screams of their wounded brothers, the nervous cries of which contrasted sharply with their cruelty, but their sympathy would never be applied to the enemy.

"Spare my life, my family still has an old lady to support, don't ...... Ah......h

Finally, listening to the painful and unwilling cry slowly disappearing in his ears, Yongshan only felt that his eyes were wet, at this time, he also felt a trace of fear, and he even regretted it a little, why did he have to fight for any military merits on the battlefield, and what was it to be his young master in the mansion? Even if the reputation of the Yuan family is without him, what impact will it have?

In that great regret, Nagayama saw the bandits walking towards him, and when the black figure appeared in front of him with the light on his back, Nagayama, who wanted to summon up the courage to keep his dignity, opened his lips to avoid falling into the sound of his family, but when the words came to his mouth, it seemed to change his taste again.

"I, I'm ......"

Before he finished speaking, Yongshan saw the tip of the snow knife, stabbing straight towards his face, the tip of the knife was even dripping with blood, and when the tip of the bloody knife was about to sink into his forehead, he saw clearly that the comer was a blood-stained enemy, although his expression was cold, but there was no cruel grin that he was used to, only a kind of coldness from the heart. The cruel sneer on the other party's face made him feel a chill in his heart, this smile was familiar to him, and it had appeared on his face countless times.

"Kill them!"

Instead of stopping the soldiers' actions of using bayonets to clean up the battlefield, Tanaka Yu shouted loudly from the side.

"Don't let any of them go!"

When he said this, his eyes also fell on the Qing infantry that had forced the defensive line, the artillery shells continued to fall around the infantry team, the violent explosion and the steel fragments set off a bloody storm between the infantry team, and a company of temporary reinforcements in the regiment, which would have entered the trench, began to use rifle salvos to meet the Qing infantry who were trying to pick peaches.

"Brothers, pack up the guys, don't let these turtle grandchildren go back alive!"

Looking at the Qing troops who were stuck in the rain of bullets, Tanaka's eyes flashed, and he immediately picked up the field telephone, which may be the biggest difference of the new army -- a large number of field telephones were directly equipped with infantry companies, so that the officers and men on the front line could quickly obtain firepower or troop support through the telephone, and the command could also know the dynamics of the front line at the first time.

In fact, the magnet telephone is not expensive, or even only equivalent to a soldier's salary for two or three months, but few people think of equipping the telephone into the company, so as to facilitate the control of the command, and now through many exercises, the new army has tasted the benefits of field telephones has become accustomed to this epoch-making field communication tool, and now the new army's magnet telephone is a special field telephone produced by the North Korean Electric Power Company, which is more durable and durable than ordinary telephones, and is more suitable for the army to march and fight.

"Regiment commander, I'm Tanaka Yu of the Third Battalion, I think now that the Qing army's courage has been lost, we can counterattack, maybe...... What the? Yes? Seventeenth regiment? They counterattacked......"

Just when Tanaka Yu was asking the regiment commander to attack on the phone, he got a surprise news that the order of the division had been issued, and the 17th Regiment, which was responsible for the defense in the direction of Heitaigou, would attack from the flank of the main force of the Qing army, and now their task now is to cooperate with the attack on the flank and contain the main force of the Qing army through frontal defense.

Containment, this means that the big guy can't counterattack, at least not now, at the stall where he hung up the phone, Tanaka Yu couldn't help but be a little disappointed, the brothers in the battalion lost half of the small amount, and the Qing army's courage was exhausted, and now is the time to take the opportunity to counterattack, but ......

"Battalion commander, ...... you listen"

At this moment, suddenly a soldier pointed to the southwest, his expression was a little nervous, and there was a faint thunder in the sky in the southwest, although it seemed like a summer thunder, but for these soldiers who had just survived the attack of the cavalry, they figured out at the first time, it was not thunder, but cavalry!

Another squad of cavalry rushed in! Now, with the strength of the big guy, can he still withstand another attack by the cavalry of the Qing army?

Not to mention ordinary soldiers, even Tanaka Yu's heart is also cold, as the commander of a battalion, he clearly knows that now his troops are at the end of the crossbow, and even the regiment has a clear order, soon there will be brother troops to take over their defense, they will withdraw to the rear as a reserve to rest, but the Qing army ...... It doesn't seem to give them time!

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