Despite his brain, he slept for hours.It was already afternoon, the sky was dark, and the air was full of bloody and stinky smells.From time to time, people carried stretchers or ammunition boxes in front of the simple tent, and there was a cry in the field hospital not far away, and it seemed that they had just experienced a major war.

"I can't believe I'm asleep in this situation."Sangquan pulled the blanket over his body and walked out of the tent.He felt thirsty, dangling the kettle to know that the inside was empty, and he stepped to find water to drink.In order to prevent non-combat attrition, it is strictly forbidden to drink cold water in the army, and there is a special cooking class in the barracks to boil water.

Because the buildings in the city have been demolished, some of the retired rows have not even had to sleep in tents, and they can only make any trip on the broken streets.Fortunately, it has not rained in the past few days, otherwise the frostbite will be reduced.When Sangquan laments that the weather is good now, he is looking forward to the rain in his heart.

The logistics of the "revolutionary army" is obviously stronger than the construction of slaves, if the environment is worse, the construction of slaves will be worse than the defense forces and the militia.Frozen hands and feet, vomit, lack of clothing and food, these things must be more serious to build slaves.The front even covered the wooden shed, wind and rain are not afraid, the fire rope gun can still ensure a certain feignment rate.There are certainly not many slaves who can be built on the front line.

To the cooking class poured a pot of boiling water, resting on the position of the backside warm.Sang Quan came to talk to the cook and learned that this morning the slaves drove out a large number of slaves to rush.

"Men and women are both weak and old, and most of them are Han Chinese in Liaodong.It is not enough to be forced to work by the Tartars, but now it is forced to die."A gray-haired old man was cooking a pot of noodles, with meat sauce, which was very fragrant.The soldiers are physically exhausted and need such hot soup and hot rice."If I were to be captured, I would rather die than suffer this sin."

“The Tartars drive the people against the city, and it is a matter of time.”Sangquan's voice was low.If his family had not fled with Zhou Qingfeng early, he would have been a slave in the real women's camp.His father's carpenter has a good craft, and he may be able to be a foreword, but there can never be a good day now.“So what shall we do?”

“What can I do?”The old man sighed, “Shut up.No one dared to let the poor slaves come, they could only beat hard.Otherwise let them mess up our defenses, and it's not just us who dies."

Sangquan came back to the barracks and shouted all his men, the shit to piss and go quickly, a moment to eat and rectify, listen to the war report to accept the task.He thought of his morning's "exploration" of the secret of his heart, but also want to make a struggle for his little life.

Before dark in the afternoon, Sangquan came to the position again.Their people are more than 10% less, but the trenches of defense are shortened.The position of the original two rows of the station has now become three rows of stations, and the fire density has increased by 50%.How to arrange a shooting queue in a narrow trench has become a problem.It seems that the officers were also aware of the increasing number of enemies and used the reserve.

From the inside of the trench, Sang Quan came to be surprised.

Before he went down to rest in the morning, the battlefield was full of corpses.But now looking out, the bodies are piled up.A large number of engineers are repairing the position, last night played a big role of the iron thistle to be thrown out again, lighting bonfires to fill the coal tar, traps and block ditches to clean up.

In addition, the outside of the trench where Sangquan was waiting was reinforced with a layer, reinforced with the body of the enemy.The frozen corpse grinned, and the slender tugging of the tirritan on the back of the head.Some soldiers were bold, and reached out to tug at these braids, jokingly calling them pig tails.

The watchman trumpeted, and the engineers outside ran back like frightened rabbits.This will personally bring people to inspect, hand to each soldier, "one person, one, eat good spirit, do not sleep, the courage doubled, can fight for three days and three nights."

The drug was put into everyone's hands, and the company commander stared at the soldiers to eat before leaving.Sang Quan came to eat this "denergized" but quite sighed, his big brother Sang Wen said this thing, it is said that the "revolutionary army" Ministry of Health developed, the original name of a long list of bad remember, soldiers said this is "desperate Dan".Taking this medicine means that it is time to work hard with the enemy.

After eating the drug, Sangquan really felt a shock in the spirit, and the original idea of worry and worry disappeared without a trace.He only felt that he was looking brighter, more responsive, more relaxed in mind - the engineers had withdrawn, and the orders of the officers at all levels were issued in turn.He also drew his own gun and prepared to fight the Tartar.

But a few hundred meters away, it was not the Tartar, but a group of Han slaves who were sold out.Looking at their ragged, skinny appearance, it is like a group of slowly moving living corpses.Seeing them, Sangquan came and waited for all the officers and men to froze - although they had already been known from the old man and other people to face such a situation, no one could face all this calmly.

The company commander ran back to inspect, and at the same time he gave a vicious order: "The Tartar is not dared to look at by us, they have no other means to do such despicable things."Although the opposite side is our own Han Chinese, but no one is soft.They are suffering, and we are letting them out of this suffering.Early death, early life, and happy in the next life."

The captain went from near and shouted in several rows.

The atmosphere in the trenches became more and more condensed, and as the Han slaves approached, the soldiers also extended their guns from the firing hole.The officer's password was steadily issued, waiting to fire.

When the Han slaves approached within a hundred meters, the militiamen could see the sadness on their faces.The cries of the Han slaves were loud and loud, and when they approached, they began to landfill the trenches dug by the engineers, and the bonfires used for lighting were removed.There are also many bondmen hiding behind the back to hide and dodge, with the body of Han slaves as a shield close to Ningyuan City.

“The fire!”

The orders of the superior officers were sounded, the militia in the trenches fired a platoon of guns, and the Han slaves opposite them fell.The wooden soldiers who hid behind them were no longer hidden, and the sword and gun forced the Han slaves to rush forward.

The thuding gunfire rang out again, and the Han slaves were completely numb to life and death.They were like unconscious puppets, tortured without resistance.Watching them fall helplessly, the militiamen in the trench scolded the slaves for shamelessness, and even the corners of their eyes were moist and teary.

By the time hundreds of Han slaves had fallen, the fortifications on the battlefield had been filled.The rear of the slaves lost cover, they came to fill the work, feel that there is no opportunity to take the opportunity to turn around and escape.

Sangquan was still worried that the enemy was too strong and would die on the battlefield.But through this battle, the anger in his chest made him unable to resist a gun, a knife, and shouted and climbed out of the trench.

This is a tactic that the militia has never practiced, and only the formally trained Wehrmacht will launch a backlash against the enemy.But Sang came to rush, and actually led dozens of men behind him to rush along with him, and killed them.

On the side of the slave, the commanding battle is the son of Yueto.He escorted thousands of Han slaves to carry out the continuous impact, mainly to clean up the fortifications that were blocked outside Ningyuan City, and to facilitate night attacks.For example, the iron thistle that is sown in the ground, the fundamental defense of the black light and the fire can only be forced to clean the Hannu during the day.

Because the real women were mixed in a large number of Han slaves, the artillery at Ningyuan City had not fired, so that Yueto's team was close to the distance of four or five hundred meters.He saw that the Han army under the wall had killed a man who had counterattacked, and immediately felt that this was a rare opportunity.

"Fight up and immediately rush up to mingle with the Han people."Yue Tu shouted excitedly.The Han army in the city has always had a headache and could not come out, and he could not do it desperately.It’s really a “rat tortoise, no way to start.”They transferred the Han slave to the trench is also trying to stimulate the opponent's nerves, tossing all day and finally has a little effect.

This sudden change exceeded the expectations of all the officers on both sides of the battlefield.Many of the militia in the position were also driven by the sudden outbreak of Sangquan, and a good wave of people rushed out of their heads, two or three hundred.The line of defense is a long time.

The company commander to which Sang Quan belonged was angry and scolded, but he could not care about his subordinates.He hurriedly asked for help from the artillery on the wall, asking for a block of shooting and preventing the subsequent gathering and follow-up of the enemy.At the same time, he waved his hand and pulled the rest of the people up and tried hard - eating desperately Dan was a lot of good, but the only drawback was the impulse that would change.

Sang Quan had wanted to take himself out and remove the slaves who had driven out the Han slaves.But when he followed two or three hundred men, he knew at once that he was in trouble.The monsoon opposite also quickly seized the opportunity and quickly rushed to think of the militia fighting in one place.As long as they can be defeated, the slaves can be killed in Ningyuan City.

Looking at the situation is not right, Sangquan immediately shouted - line up!

At this time, it is impossible to withdraw, and if you retreat, you cannot be severely punished by the military law.Sang Quan came only to stabilize the mood and fight for a wave.The militia was trained, and when someone shouted in line, he subconsciously ran to the side by side in a row.Many of them were disrupted, but they obeyed the command of the higher ranks—the highest rank was now the arrival of Sang Quan.

“The bomb!”Sangquan shouted another voice.

All the militiamen immediately lowered their heads and began to tense the enemy's front loaded, even if the opposite of the builder was rapidly approaching them.However, these people are emotionally stable after taking drugs, and they are not afraid at all, but their hands and feet are much faster than usual.

Bombing . . . a shell crossed the heads of the people, and fired at the building slaves that were rushing towards them.The shells jumped on the ground and killed two or three bondmen, scaring Yue Tao, who was running for a few seconds.But he quickly continued to bite his teeth and never easily let go of this opportunity.

“Kill it, you can’t stop.To live with those Han Chinese."Yueto is also young, about the same age as Sangquan.But he was taller and stronger than Sang.He stepped out, rushed forward, and glanced at the mulberry with the military rank on his shoulders - so long that the builder also knew that these officers with the rank of Han.

The distance between the two sides from three or four hundred meters to tens of meters, especially Yueto himself rushed the fastest, he wanted to make a big contribution, and even affect the overall success of the whole war.Just waiting for him to approach, the Chinese soldiers who had rushed out of the mess had finished line-up and filled it.Two or three rows of thin teams in front of him are nothing but copper walls.

Too fast, these Han Chinese change the formation of the speed is too fast.This is a little chance not to give.

The fastest Yueto has reached a distance of 20 or 30 meters, and he can rush into the Han queue to kill as long as he pedales and pedales a hand.He uttered a deplorable cry at the last moment, and played his spiritual power and waved a ten-meter-long front.

The fire!

Sang Quan picked up his own short-arm, aimed at the front of the Yueto pulled the trigger.

A bang shot, the bravely pounding Yueto was broken by the spirit of the beating, and stopped in place.He was less than ten meters away from Sangquan at this moment, and really just a little bit of effort could cut off each other's heads.The gun can be fired on the other side...

Sang Quan came to shoot a shot and shouted with a high knife: "Kill all these animals and avenge our suffering brothers and sisters!"