In the early morning of September 3, there was not much sound on the mist-shrouded front. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the trenches, the fluttering flags were slightly pointed at the enemy's trenches on the opposite side of the trenches, and the fighters in the trenches, after measuring the wind speed with an anemometer, picked up the phone and reported to the command the meteorological conditions on the front line.

"Wind speed 2-3 meters per second, wind direction northeast ......"

In normal times, it is obvious that no one would pay attention to this wind speed, but today, this wind speed is related to the victory or defeat of the whole battle. After the wind speed, temperature and other data were gathered at the headquarters, it was not long before the technical officers there made a decision that it was suitable to launch an attack.

A few minutes after the technical officer made his judgment, the order for the general attack was issued to the forward troops who were already on standby, and after the gunners took off their gun jackets, they began to unscrew the steel plugs at the mouth of the shell warheads, and screwed the fuses on the shells, which were placed flat at a distance of just over a meter from the gun positions, while on the mortar positions at the front, one by one the shells were taken out of the shells and placed on the tiled canvas, and the safety bolts of the fuses were directly removed by them, and they would fire the most intensive fire at the first time they received the order.

In past battles, artillery, as the "god of war", has repeatedly used its powerful firepower to lay the foundation for victory in battles, and today is no exception. While the artillerymen were preparing for the general attack, the soldiers were also anxiously waiting in the forward trenches, and they knew very well that this was the last battle!

It should be said that it is the last battle of this battle, today, hundreds of thousands of troops will attack the Russian army besieged here from all directions, no matter what level will treat them, they must attack, non-stop. Until the complete annihilation of the besieged Russian army, and then the end of the campaign before the arrival of Russian reinforcements, laying the foundation for future victories.

If they fail, what awaits them?

"Father is well, son is well, as father sees this letter. That means that the son has entered the martyr's shrine to enjoy the honor of three sacrifices a year, and the sacrifice of the martyr's shrine behind him is really the glory of my generation, since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety can not be both, the son is a soldier, cultivated by the marshal, and enjoyed the support of the people for several years, but can only repay the marshal, the country and the people with flesh and blood, and the children can not be filial. I hope that after the death of my father, I will reprimand him for my son's unfilial piety, so if I can alleviate my father's sorrow, my son will also smile in Jiuquan......"

When writing the will, Qian Shucheng wiped the tears that did not pour into the gushing down while writing, the Qian family, like many families in the Northeast, emigrated from Guannai. Before immigrating to the Northeast, they were just ordinary people who had no food and clothing, and now. The Qian family has not only long had no worries about food and clothing, but also is a small businessman with a small and successful career, and has never produced any characters.

Since the outbreak of the war, as a college student who was drafted into the army as a reserve officer, he had imagined serving His Majesty and the country with death, but now he is really facing such a big war. I couldn't help but feel a little more worried in my heart, he was the only son of the Zhao family, and when he was facing the situation of checkmate death, he would inevitably shed tears.

For a second lieutenant officer, this is indeed a bit unseemly. But no matter whether they were afraid or nervous, no one would laugh at them in these last moments, and in fact the whole trench was silent, and both officers and soldiers were lying on their stomachs with their wills written on empty ammunition boxes, or carefully filling out insurance policies.

The atmosphere in the trenches was a little strange, and when the wills were finally packed into envelopes, and then into large envelopes, the officers and men watched as the heralds carried the envelopes to the rear, and perhaps tomorrow, there was no telling how many letters would be sent, maybe half, maybe more, and they knew who they were facing, an army of great powers that had resisted them for months, and who had fought with great tenacity.

At the height of this battle, nearly 10,000 death notices were sent in one day, and now?

To live or to die is a choice for everyone.

"Brothers......"

Qian Shucheng looked at the subordinates in the company, the faces under the steel helmet had different expressions, many of them were like him, they were all drafted at the outbreak of war, and many of them were even new immigrants, and even new immigrants who had just arrived in the Northeast and were drafted, for them, perhaps, they could not understand what the duties of a soldier were.

"Everyone on the battlefield will feel afraid, after all, they are facing death, but here, I only remind you of one thing, whether as a soldier, bravely kill the enemy, die like a soldier, or be executed by the gendarmerie like a coward, it is up to you to decide, Qian will die as a soldier, I hope that the brothers will cherish the glory of participating in the battle to rewrite the national fortune, add glory to the military flag, and add glory to the family, Qian Mou, as your commander, will never order the brothers to do anything that Qian cannot achieve......"

After saying this, Qian Shucheng gave a military salute to his subordinates.

"Say goodbye!"

His body leaned forward slightly, and for a moment, he no longer seemed to feel fear.

"See you at the Martyrs' Shrine!"

The soldiers saluted and replied in a neat but not loud voice, this is a requirement, no loud noise, even if the officers and soldiers say goodbye.

"Set up the ladder and everyone get ready!"

Dozens of minutes later, when a group of sappers began to pick up the detonator and point the flag to the position of the Russian army, in the trenches of the front line, with the orders of the non-commissioned officers and officers, the soldiers who had been waiting and tortured for half the night set up wooden ladders and leaned on the side of the trenches, which were two meters deep and had to borrow ladders to go up.

Having reached the front line under the order to attack, the fighters in the trenches understood that, perhaps, this would be the last dawn they had ever experienced, and perhaps they simply did not have a chance to see the sun rise again.

"Get on the bayonet!"

With the officers of more than a dozen divisions and brigades in more than 10 trenches on a front of more than 100 kilometers, this order was issued almost at the same time.

The soldiers then loaded their rifles with bayonets, and the trenches resounded with the sound of metal striking when the bayonets were installed, and then the soldiers held their rifles, and the faces of the soldiers looked a little anxious and excited, and they looked up at the chest wall of the trench with fear mixed with anticipation, and they would jump out of this trench two meters deep and attack the positions of the Russian army.

The next second, at 6 o'clock in the morning, when the sky was about to break. A series of slight explosions sounded on the front at the same time, and after a series of but not violent explosions, thousands of cylinders did not explode violently, but rose up clouds of smoke, and the white smoke quickly spread towards the Russian army under the use of the wind.

The white smoke seemed to be mixed in the mist, like a white elf. Beautiful and delicate, the white elves were not blown away by the wind, but stuck to the ground, constantly rolling forward, the elves' tentacles squirmed gracefully, without making any sound, the wind caressed the thick white elves, like a mother who doted on them, caressing their bodies. Calling it to swim north.

"What's that!"

"It's fog!"

"But it seems to be a little different......"

The Russian soldiers in the trenches looked at the strange fog in amazement, because they formed a dense fog several meters high in the layer of mist that enveloped the heavens and the earth, and the thick fog swallowed the ground and the mist in the air to form a dividing line.

Finally, in the confusion of the Russian soldiers, even more soldiers did not notice the existence of these fogs at all, the "fog" only existed in the fog, and the white fog slowly rolled over the breastwork in front of them. As they were about to roll into the trenches, some of the soldiers held out their hands. Touching the fog like a child.

"What does it smell like?"

"How...... So bad smelling? ”

Before the white mist rolled into the trenches, some Russian soldiers with a keen sense of smell could already smell the pungent strange smell in the air, but it was too late, just as they shouted. The smoke then "fell" into the trenches and "squeezed" the air on the ground.

"Ahem...... Cough...... I, I can't breathe......"

Violent coughing sounded over the Russian lines, and the coughing became denser and louder, accompanied by the panicked shouts of those Russian soldiers.

"Me. I'm out of breath......"

In the thick smoke, every time Ivan shouted loudly, he felt that his chest was even more stuffy, and he felt more and more sick with the dull pain in his chest.

"Vomit ......"

Not only was he alone, the trenches were full of Russian soldiers lying on their stomachs vomiting, some of them had fallen into the trenches, more smoke was inhaled by them, and slowly their breathing became more and more rapid, but the air seemed to be insufficient, no matter how they breathed, the terrible feeling of breath forced them to tear open their collars and grab their chests.

"Ah...... Cough...... God ......"

In just a minute or two, screams, cries echoed over the trenches, no one knew what was happening, these Russian soldiers who had stubbornly resisted the Chinese abandoned their responsibilities at this time, they dropped their weapons and ran towards the rear crying, and at this time the white fog under the breeze, had occupied the reserve trench of the Russian army, compared to the front-line firing trench, there were more people here, after the smoke fell into the trench, the same panic spread in the trench, the sound of violent coughing, the shouts made when unable to breathe, This cry of despair echoed over the trenches.

"Toot ......"

At 6:30, a piercing whistle sounded, and in the trench, the squad platoon leader was the first to jump out of the trench on a ladder, waving the weapons in their hands and ordering the soldiers to charge.

"Quick...... Fast, fast, ......"

Inside the trenches, the clashing of metal echoed as the soldiers scrambled to crawl out of the trenches.

"Dut...... Toot ......"

After rushing out of the trenches, Qian Shucheng, who was holding a pistol, approached the trenches of the Russian army at a rapid pace with his waist bent, and on the other hand bit the whistle and issued orders with the whistle, first the liaison post, and then the command post.

The artillery shells fired from the other side swept over their heads, and none of them landed on the enemy's line in front of them, which was a long-range fire, while the Russian shells kept falling on their side.

At this time, the whistle on the battlefield was monotonous, just a hurried offensive whistle, attack, attack In the order received by Qianshucheng, there were only a few simple words, attack and kill the enemy and then attack

Despite wearing gas masks, the attacking officers and soldiers still seemed to be able to smell the faint musty smell of hay in the air, which was the smell of phosgene, and in this pungent smell, a strange emotion emerged in their hearts, the battlefield was too weird, although bullets were constantly being fired from the Russian defense line, but those bullets were not accurate at all, and they could not even catch up with the threat of Russian artillery shooting from a distance.

What's going on?

With this question, especially when he heard the violent coughing sound coming from the Russian defense line, Qian Shucheng's doubt in his heart became even stronger, and he vaguely saw the low breastwork in front of the Russian trench, and a raindrop-like grenade was thrown out of his head, which was a grenade thrown by the grenadiers on the second line, and in the violent explosion, the explosion finally blew away some smoke.

The Russian soldiers who had rushed to Qianshu City could finally see the situation in the Russian trenches clearly, but this would not allow him to think too much, when the Russian soldiers who made coughing noises saw the enemy rushing to their positions, they almost instinctively launched a counter-charge, but their counter-charge was weak, in the stabbing process, the soldiers were surprised to find that their enemy was weaker than they imagined, and they could not even pull away the bayonets that stabbed them.

"Kill!"

With the roar, the bayonet sank into the chest of a Russian soldier, and when he changed the magazine for the pistol, Qian Shucheng was surprised to see that some Russian soldiers were killed with a relieved smile on their faces.

At the same time that the attacking troops broke through the Russian firing trenches, dozens of trucks with steel plates wrapped in the front of the trucks were driving on the battlefield, and when the trucks approached the forward trenches of the Russian army, the sappers standing on both sides of the truck immediately dismantled the truck pallets and cleaned the Russian trenches with pistols At the same time, several sappers quickly laid several meters long pallets on the Russian trenches, and drove out two bridges for cars only, and the trucks drove through the trenches of the Russian army and went towards the second line of defense of the Russian army, although the bullets kept hitting the cars, Shells occasionally explode near the car, but they could not stop the trucks, and when the trucks were only more than 200 meters away from the second line of Russian trenches, they immediately turned around and pointed the rear of the car at the Russian trenches, and the co-pilot then detonated a special explosive bolt, and more phosgene was released closer to the second line of defense of the Russian army. The white fog that seemed to be about to fade became even thicker...... (To be continued.) )