"What's that?"

Before dawn, by the flickering light of the fire, Lieutenant Colonel Yan Canglong, commander of the 1st Heavy Artillery Regiment, looked at a pile of things that were expanding not far away.

"I don't know what to do, I just arrived yesterday, it's called a hot air balloon." Major General Zhong Xiahuo, commander of the Seoul cluster, stood triumphantly behind him.

"Commander Zhong—" Yan Canglong hurriedly turned around and saluted.

Zhong Xiahuo returned the salute and said with his hands behind his back: "Before the general offensive is launched, we can raise the hot air balloon tied with a rope into the air, carrying artillery observers, and reconnoiter and calibrate the artillery unit through the telegraph line. ”

"Can this thing fly?" Yan Canglong was confused for a while.

Zhong Xiahuo nodded, didn't speak, but scolded fiercely in his heart: "It's all the ghost of Dr. Wenyi's bullshit, what do you say about keeping your skills secret, concentrating on building basic industries, and producing advanced equipment that doesn't meet the principle of efficiency and cost, and so on, and only now do I think of equipping the front line with hot air balloons!" Our helicopters were confiscated, our armored vehicles were mothballed, the radios were gone, the squad that could hang around the neck of a man was replaced by a light machine gun for a bulky ten-barreled Grimm machine gun for five men, an automatic rifle with a thirty-round magazine was replaced by a Mauser barrel with a five-round magazine, and a nine-millimeter automatic pistol became a seven-.sixty-three-millimeter revolver—I relied on his mother. ”

A PG-1 balloon of the 1st Special Reconnaissance Company directly under the Northern Corps was gradually formed by the heat flow of the gas bottle jet, and the inverted star-shaped balloon floated, and several soldiers pulled the ropes tied to the airbag, and several others held the rattan gondola so that a captain in the uniform of an ordinary army officer could jump into it. The captain had binoculars on his chest and a bulging bag stuffed with telegraphs, cylindrical voltaic batteries the size of military kettles, long tubular mercury altimeters, rangefinders, map boards, rulers, pencils, and other equipment. He will have to stay alone for five to six hours in the air above five hundred meters, completing the task of providing target designation and artillery fire correction for at least fifty cannons, so he also has lunch in his backpack - water, flatbread, green onions and beef jerky.

Zhong Xiahuo led Yan Canglong to approach the hot air balloon, and the commander of the reconnaissance company stepped forward to ask for instructions: "Balloon No. 1 is ready, please instruct the commander." Zhong Xiahuo waved his hand: "Take off." ”

In fact, the standard phrase should be: "lift-off".

The soldiers of the reconnaissance company let go of the control line, and the balloon began to rise with two long tails—a mooring line and a telegraph line—and the mooring line and the telegraph line were wound around a winch, each one a thousand meters long, the former to ensure that the balloon would not fly away without a trace with the wind, and the latter to make effective contact with the ground - this is also the meaning of the existence of the artillery school-fired balloon.

"One hundred meters - two hundred meters - three hundred meters - "

A non-commissioned officer reads the length indication on the tethering line, because the wind often shows that the tethering line in the air is at an angle to the ground, and in order for the balloon to reach a predetermined height, the length of the tethering line must be left to be relegated.

"Seven hundred and fifty meters!"

"Locked!" The company commander gave the order, and the soldier next to the winch pressed down on the handle, and with a "click", the tethering line tightened, and the telegraph line continued to sway and rise for a distance before gradually stopping.

"You can really fly, fly so high." Yan Canglong narrowed his eyes, in fact, he couldn't see anything.

Zhong Xiahuo twisted his sore neck and patted Yan Canglong: "The commander-in-chief of the artillery in the direction of the West Gate is Lieutenant Colonel Hu Jingwei, the commander of the Second Artillery Regiment of the Praetorian Guard, and the telegraph line of this balloon goes straight to him, and you have to accept his leadership, understand." ”

Yan Canglong nodded frequently: "Yes, there must be an order to be followed." ”

Zhong Xiahuo shook his head with satisfaction: "That's good, four years ago in Gaobeidian, we dealt with each other, and you were the battalion officer of the artillery battalion at that time." Four years have passed, and you have been promoted to the head of the regiment, and if you want to say that your grades in the short-term class of Lu University are not so bad-"

"When the villain graduated from the short-term class of '91, he ranked fourth in the artillery department."

"It's already good, and there are a bunch of people who can't even eat this mouthful of food now."

"The villain understands that it is all promoted by Commander Zhong-"

"Do a good job, you have a world." Zhong Xiahuo turned his back and led a few guards to the stump of the bolted horse.

The sun jumped out from between the mountains, and it broke through the thin clouds and shone onto the earth.

Zhong Xiahuo's navy blue tweed made the golden dragon pattern inlaid on the official uniform shimmering dazzlingly in the sun.

A sturdy crimson war horse carried Zhong Xiahuo on the field path sprinkled with gentle sunlight, and the gray and yellow dust rushed to the side of the road, pounced on the green rice that was being plucked.

"The world will be ours one day!"

Zhong Xiahuo suddenly looked up at the broken clouds that had been cut by the sharp blade of the sun, and shouted out this majestic sentence in the deepest voice that surprised others.

He thought so, said so, and worked hard for it.

Unfortunately, he didn't live to that day.

Heroes make history, history creates heroes, there are never immortal heroes, only immortal history.

Destiny's favor for anyone is not unlimited.

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Outside the west gate of Seoul, Qing army sappers had dug the advance trenches less than a kilometer from the base of the city wall under the cover of protruding rocks and earth slopes.

From time to time, Japanese shells fell on the ground between the communication trenches, splashing countless mud and rubble, and then raining down.

"Oops, I'm fucking his ancestor."

More than 400 officers and men of the 1st Battalion of the 15th Regiment of the Fifth Guard Brigade of the Siege Vanguard were honestly hiding in the seeping trenches, and the battalion commander, Major Mo Huahu, had a pebble on his head and was covering his head and scolding his mother.

A month and a half ago, he was stabbed in the shoulder by Japanese soldiers while covering the commander of the Mo battalion, and went to the field hospital to recuperate. As soon as he returned to the team, just in time for the great counteroffensive of the Northern Army, Mo Huahu's guard platoon commander Li Xiang rushed too hard in the battle of Shaliyuan, and was pierced through the head by the enemy's machine gun bullets. At this time, Xu Soul pinched the tip of the bayonet, his eyes staring at the sharp blade, he wondered if he would be unlucky again, adding an extra scar to his body.

Mo Huahu saw it in his eyes, lowered his head and crawled to Xu Soul's side, and patted his thigh: "Don't look at it, the things used by the little girls, it's okay to kill chickens and ducks, it's much worse to cut people, if you want me to say, it's still my big knife, a knife goes down to a head, it's no different from breaking melons and cutting vegetables." ”

Xu Soul smiled bitterly: "Battalion commander, you said it lightly, I want to make your knife, maybe cut off a piece of your arms and thighs, I still have to practice this Mauser barrel to talk about it." ”

Mo Huahu twitched his nose, pulled Xu Soul's Mauser gun, checked it in his hand, shook his head and said: "This thing is the most suitable to aim at and hit from a distance, and it won't work when it gets close, if you want to face a big knife and spear, it's really more difficult than a burning stick." If only there was something lighter than a machine gun, and could fire without pulling the bolt, then my broadsword would be able to go home and rest. ”

Xu Soul said with a smile: "Battalion commander, that's not impossible, I think at the beginning, we only saw shotguns, and it took a while to clean the barrel, load the fire, and stuff the projectile after a shot." Later, I got this Mauser tube, and I could shoot five rounds in a row without reloading bullets, and I felt like a god, and I looked terrible. Later, when I saw the machine gun, a hundred bullets flew out of the house all at once, my mother, that still makes people live. Who knows if the thing you said will come out after more than ten years, when you don't need that big knife, don't throw it away, give it to me, it will save my life. ”

Mo Huahu threw the Mauser gun back into Xu Soul's hand: "No way, that big knife has been with me for so long, and I don't know how many little devils' blood has been stained on the knife edge, and I don't know how many heads have been removed." If I really don't need it, I won't offer it in the lobby, and then carve a stone tablet for future generations to see how powerful their ancestors were back then. ”

"Boom" several loud noises, interrupting the conversation between the battalion commander and the platoon commander.

Mo Huahu took out the brass pocket watch given to him by Lieutenant Colonel Chen Xingyun, the commander of the regiment after the Jiangdong Campaign, looked at it, and muttered: "What's wrong with this watch, the cannon went off a minute early?" ”

Another pebble hit him in the head.

"It looks like it's a test launch." Xu Soul said.

A minute later, a dense and powerful explosion shook the air like a thunderbolt, through the clouds and into the sky, and also bulged the eardrums of a group of poor humans. The Qing artillery first suppressed the Japanese artillery position in Anshan, which was located on the north side of the West Gate and had an altitude of 296 meters above sea level, and refused to stop until a originally turquoise hillside was opened up into a black-gray no-man's land with green smoke. Immediately afterwards, the artillery fire was transferred to the area of the city wall on the front line of the West Gate. The earth trembled like a frightened rabbit in the earth-shattering explosion, and stones of all sizes splashed down on the city walls like snowflakes, perhaps mixed with some slaughterhouse scraps and artificial scrap metal. The once majestic and tall city wall was stripped of its proud masonry shell under the constant ravages of frenzied artillery fire, revealing the thick layer of clay that it regarded as its privacy but its foundation, and when this layer of soil was hollowed out by the blast wave of the detonation, the wall collapsed.

Things are so simple, but the Qing artillery does not intend to be so simple.

The main force pouring steel and ZHA medicine on the front line of the western gate of Seoul was 75-mm field guns and 150-mm heavy howitzers, numbering as many as 120 pieces, but it was the six 305-mm cannons that could fire 400 kg of high-explosive shells that played a decisive role. If the effect of a 150-mm shell hitting a wall is equivalent to a stone house falling into the sea, then a 305-mm shell is no less powerful than a hill. Halfway through the bombardment, two sections of the 50-meter-long city wall on the south and north sides of the west gate of Seoul collapsed, and the main firepower of the Japanese troops on the city wall was completely destroyed. The heavy artillery of the Qing army transferred its fire in a timely manner, aimed at the west gate and bombarded it fiercely, hitting the city gate parapet wall with thousands of holes, completely destroying the city tower, and more than 100 Japanese soldiers stationed on the city tower had no survivors, and even the corpses could not be found. In two hours, the Qing army consumed nearly 1,000 tons of artillery shells in the direction of Xidaemun alone, temporarily paralyzing the defense system built by the Japanese army in the direction of Xidaemun on the basis of the city wall.

Now, it's the turn of the infantry to behave.

"Brethren! Come on! If you see someone with a gun, you will be killed, and no one will be left alive! Long live the Empire! Long live the 1st Battalion of the 15th Regiment! ”

Mo Huahu took the lead in jumping out of the trench with his big blade with blood still stained on his red spike belt, shouting his impromptu slogan, and leading the more than 400 men in the battalion to the smoky remnants of the wall. Their left flank was the second battalion, and the right flank was the third battalion, followed by the regimental direct subordinate team led by the regiment commander, Lieutenant Colonel Chen Xingyun. In a few minutes, more than 1,000 soldiers of the 15 th Regiment lined up in a ten-story horizontal formation, each layer was separated by more than 10 meters, and everyone was flying like a fly, shouting loudly, and the whole army rushed like a tide to the two large gaps opened by the artillery. Behind these more than 1,000 people, Colonel Liu Bailiang, commander of the 5th Janissary Brigade, drove the 13th Praetorian Regiment under his command to directly follow the 15th Regiment through the communication trench to support, and firmly held the 14th Regiment in his hands as the brigade reserve. On their left flank was the Fourth Praetorian Brigade of Brigadier General Zhang Yao, and in the rear was the Second Guards Cavalry Regiment, followed by the Praetorian Hussar Brigade, the general reserve of the cluster.

Major General Zhong Xiahuo, the commander of the cluster, was in charge of the temporary headquarters placed on the slope of the mountain of Zhangshan, and through the telescope, he could clearly see the movements of his troops in the direction of Xidaemun, and he was determined to win this siege battle.

"Report!"

A communications staff officer shouted as he took off the earplugs of the telegraph.

"Speak." Zhong Xiahuo held up the telescope lens and did not reply.

Major General Deng Jian, commander of the 1st Infantry Division, reported that the 1st Brigade under his command had captured Yeouido Island on the Han River and was forcibly crossing the Han River with the support of the division's direct team. The 2nd Brigade had crossed the Han River from Yongsan to Puguang, seized Oksu Mountain, and was blocked by the enemy's fortress of Namsan Mountain. The 3rd Brigade was forcibly crossing the Middle River, pointing to the east gate of Seoul, and was trying to make a third crossing due to the enemy's heavy fortifications, which had suffered setbacks in both crossings. In addition, Colonel Gu Yingyang, commander of the 10th Janissary Brigade, reported that his headquarters had crossed the Zhongjiang River in the Zhonglang area and entered the Dongdaemun, and was departing part of its forces to support the 3rd Infantry Brigade in crossing the river. Colonel Lu Zixiang, commander of the 1st Janissary Brigade, reported that a regiment under his command was launching a feint attack on the enemy's northern gate according to the plan, and that the surprise attack unit had captured the fortress of Bukhansan Mountain last night and was making a vigorous advance towards the area around Bukhaksan Mountain. ”

"I know that I will report it as soon as the message is translated in the future, who told you that you have to report it comprehensively." Zhong Xiahuo shouted dissatisfiedly.

"My subordinates understand!"

"A rookie who just graduated, there's really no way."

Zhong Xiahuo put down the binoculars and approached the map table, his fingers touching the map slightly.

"Silver Staff!"

"Here!" The second operational staff officer of the cluster command, Lieutenant Colonel Yintian, who was only 26 years old, threw down a large pile of papers and jumped over in a few steps.

"Draw up an order and send it out at once."

"Yes."

"First, the 2nd Infantry Brigade immediately disengaged from the Japanese troops at the Nansan Fortress, attacked and advanced in the direction of Yongsan, and captured the Mapo to Hyunseok line on the north bank of the Han River before 12 noon to support the 1st Infantry Brigade in crossing the river. Second, the 3rd Infantry Brigade immediately reported losses and continued to organize river crossings. Thirdly, the 10th Janissary Brigade maintained pressure on the enemy in front of it, but it was strictly forbidden to risk a surprise attack. Fourth, the artillery group concentrated its artillery bombardment on Bailian Mountain for two hours from 9 o'clock. Fifth, the 4th Janissaries Brigade captured Bailian Mountain within three hours after the end of the shelling, and after that, it tried to further capture Anshan. Finished. ”

Yintian swiped and recorded on the folder that he graduated from the short-term 91st class of Lu University, and ranked eighth in the staff department, and it seemed a bit overkill to do this kind of thing that was similar to that of a herald.

Second Lieutenant Xu Soul, who was three years younger than him, but had completed three years of infantry studies at Lu University, was stepping over the corpses of his comrades-in-arms at this time, holding a Mauser rifle with a bayonet on it, passing through the dense smoke of gunpowder, charging towards victory or death!

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Major General Bai Hu Mingjin, the commander of the 6th Brigade of the Japanese Army, held the command knife in both hands, stood at the commanding heights of Xicheng District, in the immortal pavilion at the southern foot of Anshan, stared coldly at the two big gaps in the west city wall, and said something in his mouth: "Then come in, Zhina pig, we will use the knife to decide the winner on the street." ”

"Brigade commander! The Captain of the Takeda Wing requested that the reserves be put into the decisive battle against the Shina Army. Koizumi Jubei, a communications soldier with a pale face from hunger, reported weakly.

"Tell him that no one is allowed to move the reserves without my orders!"

"Yes—" Koizumi was slow to agree.

"What's wrong with you, haven't you eaten? Like a wilted rooster! Major General White Tiger maintained his perfect posture and questioned the soldier in a fierce tone.

"Since the day before yesterday, the troops have run out of food." The little guy still couldn't get a hint of life.

"What is the lack of food, as long as there are Japanese swords, as long as there is bushido, as long as there is the blessing of the emperor, we will be invincible!" The white tiger pulled out the shiny long knife with his family's tiger stripe family crest, stared at the blade that dazzled in the sun, and fell into extreme intoxication.

Xiao Quan scolded in his heart: "The officials have rice balls and salted fish every day, but the soldiers can't even drink wild vegetable soup, so you should all go to the seppuku one by one." He turned around and slipped away first.

On the street below the hill, two groups of wild beasts that howled madly gathered together and began to bite each other.

Captain of the 22nd Wing of the Japanese Army, Takeda Koken Osa, personally led 2,500 officers and men of the headquarters to rush to the gap in the west gate, just in time to meet the headquarters of the 15th Regiment of the Qing Army, which had broken through.

As soon as he jumped off the gap in the city wall south of the West Gate, Major Mo Huahu, the commander of the first battalion of the 15th Regiment, shouted: "Fuck him bitch!" He took the lead in hacking down a Japanese soldier who was in the head, and led the whole battalion into the enemy position.

The Japanese army had already prepared, and all the rifles were loaded with bayonets, and seeing that the Qing army was so brave, it also aroused blood, and shouted "Long live the emperor" in unison, and rushed forward.

The streets of Seoul were not spacious, and more than 1,000 people were crowded into a section of the street of less than 100 meters to fight hand-to-hand, only to see bayonets and flying figures, stabbing left and right, blood and flesh splashing everywhere, and dozens of people had fallen in the blink of an eye.

Mo Huahu danced vividly with a big knife, and more than ten Japanese soldiers had been cut down in a few minutes, Xu Soul led the guard platoon to closely guard him, and the officers and soldiers rushed forward in unison to kill. Unconsciously, more than 30 Qing soldiers with Mo Huahu as the core broke away from the brigade and broke into the rear of the Japanese front.

"Battalion commander! We don't have our own people behind us! Xu Soul was the first to realize this.

"Don't look back, keep going, they'll follow!" Mo Huahu roared as he slashed.

After a few more minutes, Xu Soul turned his head, but he still didn't see his own people, and at this time, there were less than ten people left around him and the battalion commander.

"Battalion commander! We're surrounded! Xu Soul shouted.

"It's noisy, there's no enemy in front, surround you with a fart!" Mo Huahu chopped off another head and roared out of breath.

Xu Soul looked forward, and sure enough, he didn't see half of the enemy.

"Battalion commander! Now what! ”

"Call you a mother, just follow me." Mo Huahu took a hard breath, kicked through a wooden door, and led everyone in.

In the blink of an eye, the lone army rushed out of the back door of the house, and was confronted by several tall horses.

"Which army are you from?" An officer with two bars and three stars on his shoulders shouted in Japanese.

Mo Huahu was too lazy to talk nonsense, his hand fell with a knife, and he cut off the officer's thigh alive.

Xu Soul and the others were not slow to react, raised their bayonets and stabbed them, knocking down all the people on the horse, and then went up and stabbed more than a dozen times before they stopped.

"Ahh The Japanese soldier Dazuo was rolling and struggling on the ground in pain, blood spurting everywhere from the thigh incision, Mo Huahu approached and cut off his head out of consideration that the scream would attract the Japanese brigade, which also made Na Dazuo Province suffer a lot of torture before death.

Mo Huahu didn't know what to do at this time, the Japanese officer he was fighting was none other than Takeda Gongken Daisa, the commander of the 22nd Wing of the Japanese Army, and he didn't know how important an important role the Japanese front-line commander had played in the development of the entire battle situation at such a critical moment. However, for Mo Huahu now, the most important thing is to save the lives of the ten soldiers around him and prevent them from making senseless sacrifices - he firmly believes that the successor troops will be able to kill them soon.

"Let's go, don't stab!" Mo Huahu pulled over a first-class soldier who was still poking at the corpse on the ground with a gun, and led everyone into a small wooden building.

Half an hour later, Mo Huahu still didn't see his large army, there were only five people left around him, and just now five soldiers stayed in a wooden house to deal with more than 100 Japanese soldiers in order to cover the battalion commander to break out of the encirclement.

"Battalion commander—" Xu Soul gasped for air, his short-brimmed military hat missing in the chaos, his bayonet broken, and his uniform stained with blood—mostly enemy blood.

"I know what you're going to say, find a place to rest first." Mo Huahu licked his lips, climbed a low courtyard wall, took a cursory glance, and then rolled into it and opened the courtyard door from the inside.

This is a small courtyard, a flower garden in the middle, except for the main hall next to the back wall, there are only four large tiled houses on both sides, Mo Huahu led Xu Soul around, no one was seen, and no food was found.

The two of them carried a few tables and chairs, rolled up two futons and came to the main hall, called the four soldiers who were pouring water into their throats, and built improvised bunkers on the main hall door together.

One private found a hoe from a corner and dug up the mud from the flower bed, while another pulled a quilt, wrapped it in the dirt, and dragged it to the gate, where it was piled with smashed tables and chairs.

The other two soldiers found a wooden box full of books, pulled it over directly, and were stopped by Mo Huahu, who opened the box, poured out all the books, and then asked the two soldiers to fill the box with dirt.

Xu Soul was busy counting ammunition and other items, and there were really not many things for the six people, so he quickly came up with the result: "Battalion commander! We also had five Mausers, a revolver, a broadsword, four bayonets, one hundred and forty-three rifle bullets, sixteen pistol bullets. In addition, there are two and a half jugs of water and six compressed biscuits. ”

Mo Huahu went over and took his revolver, poured saliva into the spout, and exhaled sharply: "The little devil raised by the son of a bitch, forced me to this point, dog, we still have more than 100 bullets, even if we have a big knife and bayonet after the fight, we have no strength to kill, and it is fucking enough." ”

Xu Soul nodded: "Battalion commander, I listen to you." ”

Mo Huahu handed the kettle over: "Little brother, I really wronged you." A college student, a pillar of our country, followed me as a rough man to this kind of Jedi, I really feel ashamed. ”

For the first time, Xu Soul saw the battalion commander show such a deep and serious expression, his nose was sour, and he hurriedly took the kettle: "Battalion commander, don't say that, don't we still have hope, otherwise, you wouldn't let everyone make a bunker - our army will definitely arrive." ”

Mo Huahu pursed his lips and patted Xu Soul on the shoulder: "Little brother, people like me won't be able to get along in the future, and I will have to rely on you college students in the future, even if I am crushed to pieces, I will also protect you." ”

Xu Soul had a premonition that his tear ducts were about to move, so he quickly brought the kettle to his mouth, poured a few large mouthfuls, and then grabbed Mo Huahu's calloused rough hand hard: "Battalion commander, I will live and die with you!" ”

Outside the courtyard, there was a sudden sound of barking, and the Japanese were searching house to house, looking for the small group of Qing soldiers who had caused great confusion to their side.

Mo Huahu stood at the door, whispered to the four soldiers who were still busy in the courtyard, and asked them to pull the unfinished things to the door immediately, the revolver in his hand had already opened the handle, and his eyes were closely watching the courtyard walls on both sides and the gate in the middle.

A Japanese soldier showed half of his head on the courtyard wall on the left, only to hear a "bang" and a "plop" sound, Mo Huahu held the gun steadily, thinking that he had hit the unlucky ghost's eyebrows.

"Prepare for battle!" Mo Huahu shouted, and all six of them entered the main hall, hiding behind an extremely imperfect cover, each with a shot, and everyone concentrated all their energy to shoot some animals.

The Japanese began to bang on the door, and the latch on the gate seemed to be made of poor wood, and it broke open with a "click" in a few clicks, and four Japanese soldiers rushed in with the momentum.

Without waiting for Mo Huahu to order, everyone went over with a row of guns and knocked down all the four Japanese soldiers, and the Japanese soldiers behind raised their guns and wanted to shoot, but Mo Huahu knocked down two people in a row with a pistol, and the other Japanese soldiers hurriedly flashed to both sides and hid behind the courtyard wall.

Mo Huahu held on to a ball of embroidered quilts covered with mud, brandished a gun and scolded: "Come on, the son of a bitch, aren't you afraid?" Let your grandfather teach you a good lesson. ”

Before the words fell, five Japanese soldiers climbed the courtyard wall and climbed in, at this time, Xu Soul and others' Mauser guns had already been loaded, and they shot when they raised their guns, and immediately knocked down three Japanese soldiers, and the remaining two had not had time to fight back, and they had been solved by Mo Huahu one by one, and the five Japanese soldiers fell down against the wall indiscriminately, which was quite like being executed by the executioners in the prison.

Just as Xu Soul and the others pulled the bolt of the gun, four Japanese soldiers broke in from the courtyard gate, squatting down to be a row of guns, and 19-year-old Private Liang Ke was unfortunately shot in the head and died.

The tense situation at that time did not allow anyone to pay attention to the death of a soldier, Xu Soul first fired a shot at a Japanese soldier who was rushing up while pulling the bolt, but only hit him in the left arm, the Japanese soldier held the gun in his right arm, still shouting and rushing forward, until two seconds later when a bullet from Mo Huahu pierced the neck before falling to the ground.

Three other Mauser shooters accurately knocked out three Japanese soldiers, however, more Japanese soldiers poured out of the gate, jumped off the courtyard wall, and charged with rifles with bayonets.

There were only six empty bullet casings left in Mo Huahu's revolver, and of course, it was immediately thrown aside by its owner like scrap metal, and he had to watch with jealousy as the large blade that exuded a rich bloody aura intimately merged with his master.

Xu Soul and the others had already put their rifles on their bayonets before the battle, and when they saw that the battalion commander had already waved the big knife with red clouds and jumped into the courtyard, their blood immediately swelled, and they picked up their guns and rushed to kill.

The Japanese infantry drill code stipulates that the bullet in the gun must be dropped before hand-to-hand combat, Mo Huahu has heard of it, but he does not believe that every Japanese army will do that, but fortunately, the Japanese army he encountered obviously strictly followed the infantry drill code.

Mo Huahu carried the knife with one hand, blocking the attack of a Japanese soldier stabbing diagonally, and suddenly turned around, taking advantage of the luck, waved the knife in his hand, and the sword light slashed through a smooth semicircle in the air, and the middle part of the semicircle coincided with the neck of the Japanese soldier.

A stream of blood rushed into the sky, a head rolled into a mud puddle in a flower bed, and a headless corpse fell backwards under the horrified gaze of several Japanese soldiers.

"Yaga!" A thin Japanese soldier Cao rushed up with his cheap standard saber, Mo Huahu did not face the enemy, but shook his head sharply, lowered his head, dodged the knife that the military Cao slashed down obliquely, and at the same time put his left hand on his right hand, his arms exerted force, and the bear's waist twisted, and it was a shining white light, which actually cut the opponent from the abdomen into two.

"Yikes!" The devils screamed, and the six Japanese soldiers rushed towards Mo Huahu together, Mo Huahu took a step forward, grabbed the rifle body of a Japanese soldier, pulled it over to block the assassination of another Japanese soldier, and at the same time kicked the Japanese soldier next to him, and with a wave of his left hand, he threw the rifle he had just captured, hitting a Japanese soldier in the chest.

The "bang" sound was so light that almost no one could hear it, but Mo Huahu heard it, and he felt a strong tingling in his abdomen, followed by pain, the pain of being pierced through his body.

"Battalion commander!"

Mo Huahu heard Xu Soul's voice, but he didn't answer, he saw clearly the Japanese soldier who stabbed him, a young man with fluff just coming out of his mouth.

"Ahh

More bayonets pierced into Mo Huahu's sturdy body.

Xu Soul went crazy.

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By the time complete silence descended on this ordinary city courtyard, the blue brick floor was already covered with complete or mutilated corpses.

Lieutenant Colonel Chen Xingyun, the commander of the 15th Regiment of the Praetorian Guard, picked up Xu Soul, who was full of blood and tears on his face, picked up the big knife that was full of blood from the blade to the hilt and handed it to Xu Soul: "Xu Soul, Battalion Commander Mo is most proud of his big knife, you put him away." ”

"Yes-" Xu Soul gritted his teeth and held back tears, and took the big knife with both hands.

Chen Xingyun knelt on one knee, stroked Mo Huahu's still round eyes, and said softly: "Old Mo, we're late, but don't worry, the devils have been driven into the palace by us, they are almost finished, our fifteenth regiment will kill them immediately, not a single devil will be left, all of them will be cut into pieces!" ”

Dozens of soldiers lined up in three columns behind Chen Xingyun raised their guns and fired a volley, accompanied by the dense gunfire, and a roar echoed inside and outside the courtyard: "Kill all little Japan!" ”