novelden Chapter 731: The whole army is destroyed
Chapter 731: The whole army is destroyed
Under the night sky in the direction of Qingtian Town, the heavy artillery brigade of the Second Army completed the mission assigned to them by Army Commander Du Lin. Two consecutive rounds of precise fire coverage were like the kiss of death, completely enveloping the designated area in fire and smoke.
The roar of artillery shells and the flash of explosions intertwined into a shocking picture. The earth was shaking, the night sky was lit up, and the entire edge of Qingtian Town seemed to have become the entrance to hell.
At this time, the atmosphere in the temporary headquarters of the Second Army was tense and solemn. Army Commander Du Lin stood in front of a huge tactical map, his eyes fixed on every detail marked on it, with a cold and resolute smile on his lips. As the last round of shelling ended, he turned around suddenly, scanning the staff and officers around him with a sharp gaze, and gave the next order in a deep voice:
"Pass on my order! The heavy artillery brigade will immediately adjust the artillery position and prepare for intermittent support fire to ensure uninterrupted firepower on the front line! At the same time, the signalman will immediately establish an emergency communication link with the 105th Division to ensure that the order is conveyed correctly!"
"Yes! Commander!" The surrounding staff and officers responded quickly and took action, converting Du Lin's orders into radio waves and instructions, which were quickly transmitted to every corner of the front line.
Then, Du Lin's voice sounded again, this time louder and more powerful, full of fighting passion and desire for victory: "Let the 105th Division attack! Use battalions as units, adopt tactics of advancing in multiple directions and alternating cover, and carry out all-round and no-dead-angle encirclement and attack on the enemy! Make sure that every combat unit can cooperate closely and form a joint force to kill the Japanese! Don't let any enemy go!"
Under the continuous firepower of the heavy artillery brigade, the remnants of the Mingzhao Division seemed to be in hell on earth. The shells poured down like a storm, and each explosion was accompanied by a deafening sound and dazzling flames, tearing the night sky into pieces.
The air was filled with thick smoke and the smell of scorched earth, making it suffocating.
The soldiers fled in all directions, but it seemed that no matter where they fled, they could not escape the pursuit of death.
Some soldiers were blown away by the shock wave of the explosion, their bodies drew tragic arcs in the air, and finally fell heavily to the ground, their lives uncertain; some were hit by flying shrapnel, bleeding profusely in an instant, and wailing and screaming rose one after another, resounding through the sky.
On this land baptized by artillery fire, the former sharpness and edge of the Mingzhao Division had disappeared, leaving only endless fear and despair. The faces of the soldiers were full of fear and helplessness, and their eyes only showed deep fear of death and extreme desire for life.
As the artillery fire continued to rage, the will of the remnants of the Mingzhao Division finally reached the brink of collapse. In this battlefield shrouded in the shadow of death, the breath of despair spread rapidly like a plague.
The soldiers cried and howled one after another. They no longer cared about the tacit understanding and dignity between their comrades, but just ran desperately, trying to escape from the endless terror and death. Their faces were covered with tears and sweat, mixed with dirt and blood, and they looked miserable.
Some people fell to the ground, but were trampled by the crowd coming from behind, causing them to scream even more miserably.
In this chaos, the eyes of some soldiers became empty and numb. They stared blankly at the bodies of their comrades. Those brothers who once fought side by side were now lying quietly in a pool of blood, unable to wake up again.
There was no anger or hatred in the eyes of these soldiers, only a deep sense of powerlessness and despair. They seemed to have lost their souls, just mechanically following the crowd and fleeing, not knowing where they were fleeing to.
What's worse, some soldiers have completely given up resistance. They threw down their weapons, squatted on the ground with their hands on their heads, and let the artillery fire rage around them. There was no expression on their faces, only endless pain and confusion. They knew that no matter how hard they struggled, they could not change this tragic fate.
So they chose to give up and accept this cruel reality.
The entire battlefield seemed to have turned into a hell on earth, filled with wailing, crying and despair. The will of the remnants of the Ming Zhao Division had completely collapsed, and they could no longer support the glory and dignity they once had.
At the edge of the battlefield, the charge of the Chinese army echoed in the night sky like thunder, shocking people. That unique call was both a declaration to the enemy and a pledge of victory. At this moment, the soldiers of the 105th Division were shouting and killing like a landslide and tsunami, which was so powerful and shocking.
"Kill!" The roars expressed their deep hatred and anger towards the enemy.
"Kill those damned little Japs!" This rough shout was like a raging fire, instantly igniting the fire of revenge in the soldiers' hearts. The humiliation, pain and loss that China had suffered turned into endless anger at this moment, pouring out towards the enemy with this shout.
"Brothers, the time for revenge has come!"
With the final echo of the charge, the soldiers of the 105th Division seemed to be driven by an invisible force. They rushed into the positions of the defeated soldiers of the Mingzhao Division with unparalleled power and momentum, like tigers descending from the mountains.
On the battlefield, the sound of bullets was like a violent storm, and it was endless. Each bullet carried the anger and determination of the Chinese soldiers, and they cut through the night sky and hit the enemy directly. The soldiers moved swiftly and powerfully, and they shuttled through the gunfire like dancing on the tip of a knife. Every leap and every shot was accurate.
The defeated soldiers of the Mingzhao Division were panicked and powerless under the fierce attack of the 105th Division. Their former arrogance and arrogance had long been replaced by fear, and now they could only flee in all directions, looking for a glimmer of hope for survival. However, on this battlefield stained with blood, they were doomed to fail.
In the center of the battlefield, the fighting entered a white-hot stage.
The Chinese soldiers, divided into squads and adopted flexible and varied tactics to divide and surround the remnants of the Mingzhao Division.
In the firelight, a Chinese soldier quickly locked onto the position of an enemy, and he quickly crawled forward, using the surrounding ruins as cover, and approached the target step by step. At the same time, another soldier holding a submachine gun provided fire support for his teammates and suppressed possible enemy reinforcements.
When the distance was close enough, the enemy seemed to sense the danger and began to turn their guns. However, at this moment, the Chinese soldier suddenly jumped up and threw the grenade in his hand accurately at the hiding place of the enemy soldiers. With a loud bang, smoke and dust rose up, and the enemy was completely wiped out.
Then, the team members quickly cleaned up the battlefield and continued to move towards the next target. Throughout the process, they cooperated well and acted quickly, showing extremely high combat quality and team spirit.