The Ma Jiajun in the city looked at the city wall in disbelief that was breached in less than half an hour, and after a moment of silence, they let out a beast-like roar, and a team of men and horses shouted "The gate of heaven is open!" ", to launch a counter-assault on the attacking forces. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Chen Geng, who was in command on the front line, ordered the cavalry army, which had already been waiting on the sidelines, to attack. Suddenly, the sound of the horse's hooves of the cavalry army was like bursts of rolling thunder, rolling up a few roads of yellow dust, rushing into the city, galloping along the streets, crashing into a road in the Ma family's army, and dividing into several roads to go straight to the provincial capital.

Xu Shiyou was leading the Fifth Division to break through the two defensive lines built along the river, and seeing that the front was well fortified and there was no advantage to take advantage of, he was leading his troops to pull back and forth outside the city wall. Suddenly, the city wall on the left suddenly erupted with a roar that shook the mountain. After the raging air, the walls were torn to pieces. Seeing this scene, Xu Shiyou did not hesitate, pointed the saber in his hand towards the city, and rushed out first. Follow the base of the wall and pounce on the iron bridge.

In other words, as soon as Xia Xinsheng and his team bypassed the west gate of Lanzhou, he violently pulled out the signal gun on his waist and leaned to the north, "Bang, Bang, Bang!" "Three flares that were dazzlingly red. The troops rushed along the river with increased horsepower to the iron bridge of the Yellow River. The soldiers, who had almost changed in the carriage, set up light machine guns on the guardrail and fired at the Ma family's military fortifications. In a few minutes, they rushed to the head of the iron bridge.

Time waited for no one, Xia Xinsheng snatched a rifle from his side, jumped out of the car, and the accompanying cavalry threw off the saddle and dismounted and turned into infantry on the spot, charging the bridgehead under the cover of armored vehicles. The cavalry turned into infantry, and its combat effectiveness decreased a lot, although it was still based on the "three-three system" and quickly formed a tactical group, but unfortunately infantry tactics were not their subjects, and they cooperated with each other, and the distance was not in place. The big killer on the armored car was also because the Yellow River Iron Bridge was next to it, and the rat thrower did not dare to take it out to greet him. Fortunately, the heavy machine gun on the roof of the car still works, and the huge body also provides some cover for the attacking troops. Only then did the charging team feel a little calmer.

Unfortunately, it was still not enough, the troops rushed three times in a row but still had no effect, and each time they could not get close to the bridgehead fortress within fifty meters before being forced back by machine guns. It was when Xia Xinsheng was jumping in a hurry. One of the drivers of the armored car team stepped forward, and in the middle of that time he leaned out and drove the fighters out of his car. Pulling the gear lever and stepping on the accelerator, the car rushed forward, slammed the direction of his hand, and the brake was light, and the huge car came to a beautiful tail flick, stopped the butt of the car at the bridgehead, shouted at the soldiers, and kept waving.

Three fighters jumped up from the ground, scrambled onto the hood, lay on the front of the car, and turned the machine gun on the roof of the car. Several more fighters stood in front of the car under the cover of the hood. The car soldier put up the reverse gear and slowly reversed towards the bridgehead.

Seeing the menacing car, the Ma Jiajun in the fortress fired at the armored car in a panic, wanting to kill the driver. Unfortunately, in order to provide protection for machine gun shooters, the armored car is equipped with thick steel plates in the front of the compartment, so that the bullets fired in this way cannot hurt the driver at all. Instead, it left a huge firepower gap, allowing Xia Xinsheng to take the opportunity to kill several shooters.

Advancing to fifty meters, Ma Jiajun finally had someone who understood the matter, and shot and blew the tire on one side of the car. The direction of the car suddenly tilted to the side, and the steel ring jumped on the uneven ground, making it difficult for the driver to stabilize, and the machine gunner lying on the car was accidentally thrown out of the car, and before he could make any movement, he was beaten into a sieve by raindrops of bullets.

Xia Xinsheng didn't see it well, so he quickly turned the muzzle of the gun and put it down, the bullet passed through the tire on the other side of the car, and simply exploded the other side. Although the car still collapsed badly, fortunately, the direction was barely controlled.

The direction of the driver's hand did not stop, and the foot slammed the accelerator desperately, and the car rushed out more than ten meters again, and after the rubber was grinded, the steel ring was left on the ground, and it slid forward for a while and could not move. The cart lay diagonally between the fortress and the attacking troops. Before the driver could catch his breath, he was ricocheted from his cheek into his head and lay limply on the steering wheel. Several fighters who were originally hiding behind the car and following forward, because of the sudden change, completely exposed their bodies to fire, and such a close distance quickly turned into a pile of minced meat under the tearing of heavy machine guns.

But it was enough, the realization of the fortress was blocked, and the firing circle became narrower. The most advantageous thing is that it is only about thirty meters from the fortress. Such a good soldier died in this fucking civil war like this, which made Xia Xinsheng angry and rushed to his head, snatched a few grenades from the soldiers around him, let out a roar like a beast, his eyes were fixed on the direction of the fortress, and under the cover of the car, he rushed to within sixty meters, and threw the grenades one after another.

The white smoke of the projectile rolled in the air, drawing a low, flat parabola, past the car, and exploding outside the bastion's firing hole. The heroism of the martyrs aroused the blood of everyone, and the machine guns in the fortress were again blocked by grenades, and the accuracy was seriously reduced. In just a few seconds, the fighters rushed out of the fortress and ignited the grenade and stuffed it into the muzzle of the machine gun.

It is clear that this bridgehead is a permanent fortification, and in the thick concrete walls, the flared machine gun muzzle more than a meter deep is not so easy to get down. The grenade rolled back down the slope that sloped outward, injuring several of the assault fighters. The machine guns in the fortress continued to fire at the charging soldiers.

The already red-eyed warrior again took out two grenades and held them in his hands, pulling the fuse. Hold on to the wooden handle and reach into the shooting hole. Let the grenade explode in your hand. A mistlet of blood rose and a dull explosion was heard. The machine guns in the fortifications were no longer sustainable. The warrior's arms were gone, and the white bones hung over his shoulders.

Xia Xinsheng's head exploded, as if it exploded, and he shook off the guards who continued to rush to his side to stop him from continuing to rush forward. A few steps to run to the side of the warrior. Tearing off the gaiters from the lower legs, he pinned down the warrior who was waving his other arm and was about to continue to rush forward, and quickly tied the leggings at the soldier's shoulders to stop the bleeding. Still in numbness, the soldier who didn't feel the pain showed a mouthful of big yellow teeth and shouted at Xia Xinsheng.

Xia Xinsheng couldn't control his emotions anymore, and tears opened up a few rivers on his face full of gunsmoke. On the battlefield, sorrow and tears are the most useless emotions, and no one who pursues victory can have the luxury of wailing and crying on the battlefield. Xia Xinsheng bit his lip, took out the tobacco from his coat pocket, tore off a little bit and kneaded it into a small ball, stuffed it into the soldier's mouth, sniffed, and said angrily...... It's okay! It's okay! When the injury is healed, you are still Lao Tzu's soldier, as long as Lao Tzu is still alive, you are Lao Tzu's soldier! When Lao Tzu frees his hands, he will take you to the Northeast! Hold on! ”

After the warrior swallowed it, Xia Xinsheng ripped off a piece of dirty clothes and stuffed it into the warrior's mouth to prevent the warrior from biting his tongue in pain. After doing this, Xia Xinsheng didn't have time to stay. (To be continued.) )