"Brothers, we are friends of the common people. In the joint, no unit can do the same thing as us, without robbing food or women, and will pay as much as we do. I never owed your military pay, nor did the officers allow you to deduct your food. If anyone's food cannot meet the standard of staple food, he can refuse to go to war.

These are not preferential treatments, but what you deserve, because you are excellent enough. People say that a good man will not be a soldier. It is because of you that the image of a soldier changes in the hearts of the people. You will create a new era in history, and immortal honor will belong to you.

Free and respected armed gentlemen, you are fighting to protect your homeland, fighting for your family, your wives, children, parents and brothers, for the monthly military pay and full rations every day. The Eastern Japanese, right in front of us, destroy them, and we can get a long peace. This peace will compensate for all the sacrifices we have made in this battle. When you return to your hometown, your compatriots will point at you and say: He fought the Eastern Japanese in Weifang.

I heard the roar of cannons, the sound of the smoothbore guns, and the strange, sad body silver on the battlefield.

You will not all die. Only a small number of people here today will die in the battle. Everyone will be afraid of the first time they go to the battlefield. If he says he is not afraid, he is a scammer, but the real heroes are those who still insist on fighting even if they are afraid. Some people can overcome their fear in just one minute when they get off the fire, some take an hour, and some take several days. But a real man will never let his fear of death surpass his own sense of honor, his sense of responsibility for his motherland and his natural masculinity.

Everyone is very important. We need someone to provide guns and ammunition, and the quarantine officers to prepare food and clothes for us, because there is no big thing to steal in the place we are going to. Every person who kills in the canteen, even if it is just a water boiler, has his responsibilities.

We all want to go home and hope to end this war, but you can't win the war by lying down. Behind you is home, and we have no way to retreat. We want to continue to enjoy low-priced salt, low-priced food, and get enough military pay. The only way is to kill these bastards who are fighting. We have to rush over and kill those Eastern devils. The sooner we eliminate them, the sooner we can go home.

I want you all to remember this. My people do not surrender. I don't want to hear any of my soldiers being captured unless he is injured. Even if you are injured, you can still fight. This is not nonsense. I need a real warrior, a pistol is aimed at his chest, he swept away the gun with his hand, and suddenly took off his helmet with the other hand and knocked the Japanese dizzy. Then he picked up the gun and killed another Fusang man. And before all this, a bullet had already penetrated his lungs. This is your real man!

When the war is over, you men are qualified to say something. Thirty years later, when you sit by the fireplace, your grandson on your knees asks you: "What did you do when the Japanese devils fight to our hometown?" You don't have to cough and say, "This, your grandfather shovels the manure in the field."

You can look him in the eyes and say, "Child, your grandfather was following Zhao Guanshuai's banner and chopping off the heads of the Eastern people!"

That's all I want to say now. All the brothers of Lu army, pick up your guns, polish the bayonets, and fight to the death, it's time!"

In the Lu Army's position, flags were like forests and bayonets were like snow. The mountains and fields were everywhere, thousands of blue flowers were born overnight. When Zhao Guanhou put down the acoustic speaker and finished his speech, the shouts of "Long live Guan Shuai, long live, long live!" echoed on the position.

The two military rows were all newly printed Lu tickets. Each soldier paid two months of gratitude, money and speeches, which made the morale of the Lu army reach. All the soldiers were replaced with new military uniforms, and the officers' leather shoes were evident. Amid the high-spirited military music, the Lu army rushed out of the trenches and took the initiative to rush towards the 6th Army of Fusang, which was preparing to launch a desperate assault.

"This... this is impossible!" Suzuki, who has always been calm, showed a terrified expression for the first time. So many Lu troops? How is this possible? According to intelligence, the Lu army only has two divisions and two brigades and several local armed forces with worrying combat effectiveness, and does not have the ability to fight field with the main troops of Fusang.

At least on this battlefield, the 6th Army of Fusang should have an absolute advantage in military strength. In the previous positional offensive and defensive battles, the troops dispatched by the Lu army were enough to prove this. However, the military power of the Lu army in front of us was not less than that of the people of Fusang. Behind our army were the Fifth Division and Tielle mercenaries. Could it be that Shandong's troops were more than two divisions and two brigades?

If this is the case, then during this period, the Lu army has been hiding its strength and gradually consuming Fusang's morale and troops with the help of fortifications. Until now, the elite forces have been fully produced. If this is true, that is, the Lu army controls the rhythm of the entire battle. Now when the Fusang army decides to fight for the total force, the Lu army also believes that it is time for the total force to fight. In fact, all the actions of our side are within the calculations of the Lu army.

On the battlefield, temporary gains and losses do not tell the problem. Winning and losing are common. In the Fusang Tielle War, the Fusang Army suffered losses and miscalculated mistakes. Even in the Battle of Liaoyang, the Fusang 6th Army was at a disadvantage for a time, but eventually achieved a turnaround.

A temporary disadvantage is not terrible. With a country fighting against a province, Shandong is destined to be a winner. However, if at the strategic level, every move of its own army is within the enemy's calculations, then what is lost is not the battle, but the entire war.

"War is courage. One fight, one move, and then declines, and then three times..." Suzuki's mind appeared in his mind a chapter that he had read reappeared in his mind. The moment before the war began, the direction and changes of the entire battle were suddenly clear.

The Lu army began to avoid war, deliberately lengthening the Fusang supply line and using space to strive for its own supply advantages. The defensive moment in the Weifang battle stage consumed its own spirit. With the help of fortification advantages and sufficient material reserves and troops, the Lu army could consume the morale of the Fusang soldiers little by little.

When the supply line in the rear was damaged and when the supply of materials was insufficient, the morale on the front line plummeted, there was no way forward, and the rear line was cut off, the Lu army officially dispatched to complete a fatal blow.

Most of the cavalry that attacked Shandong will face the end of complete destruction. Regardless of whether they are willing or not, failure is failure. The invincible 6th Army of the Imperial Kingdom must drink this glass of bitter wine. As for the way the empire will revenge in the future, it probably has nothing to do with it.

This time I am destined to go to the military court. If I have good luck, I will turn back to the reserve service, and maybe... I can't go back.

The rumbling sound of cannons interrupted his thinking. No matter how he thought or planned, when the battle started, all thinking had lost its meaning. Any plan or strategy would eventually be implemented by someone. On the battlefield, only a life-long battle can be exchanged for hope of survival.

Although the morale of the 6th Army of Fusang fell to the bottom due to the supply of materials and the unsuccessful war. When we saw the huge scale of the Lu army and its majestic military appearance, the morale loss increased one step further. However, as the best infantry in Asia, when guns and cannons sounded, these soldiers who were destined to become victims still held their weapons tightly, resolutely walked to the battlefield, and welcomed their destiny with no regrets.

Soldiers should die for the country, don’t say that there is no man in Fusang!

"Fire the fire! Fire the fire! Don't let the robe die in vain!"

Zou Hua formulated the tactics of avoiding the sharpness of the morning and attacking the night, and at the expense of infantry, the energy of the artillery was maximized. At this time, it was time for artillery to exert its value. The long-term training of the Lu army was no less than the first-class strong soldiers in infantry and artillery coordination. The artillery shells fell accurately on the heads of the Fusang army, and the earth shook and the mountains and rivers changed color. The power of the god of war made countless creatures disappear.

The rows of Fusang soldiers were killed by shrapnel. The shrapnel bombarded at all costs, and many cannons were scrapped because they fired too fast. The result of this consumption was that the Fusang soldiers on the front line almost had no time to enter the white soldiers' battle, and they had already returned to the Santuchuan.

The artillery shells of the 6th Army of Fusang were basically exhausted, and a small number of iron balls were meaningless in this shooting link. Soon after the fight, the remaining artillery was declared silent. Infantrymen who had lost the protection of the God of War could only speed up and rush towards the Lu army. Before their lives disappeared, it would be better to kill one more enemy.

Due to the limitation of the width of the battlefield, the troops of both sides could not be put into it at once. Therefore, during the initial contact, the Lu army's military strength advantage was not reflected. On the contact surface, the Lu army and the Fusang army were almost the same. The competition between the two sides was still courage and courage, plus the commander's skills.

The cooperation between the three divisions of Fusang was not good, and the performance of the Lu army was not much stronger. Both armies did not have a permanent establishment at the level of the army. The temporary army was not organized in the dispatching and coordination, and the dispatching of each party was not as good as the arm and fingers.

But for soldiers on the battlefield, this kind of problem is actually unsensible. All they can experience is the sky full of bullets and the death within reach.

Zhou Gui held up the banner of Zhao and resolutely walked in the front of the team. Amid the sound of the snare drums, the soldiers in the front row raised their rifles and pulled down the gun machine towards the enemy opposite. The gunshots were like beans, and the smoke of guns dissipated. There were more than one ten soldiers in the first row of soldiers on the opposite side.

However, the Fusang soldiers who were baptized by the rain of bullets did not show any retreat. Instead, they used the rifle in their hands to repay the color, making the Lu army on the opposite side pay a heavy price. Whether it was shooting or accuracy, the Fusang soldiers were not inferior to the Lu army. The two-stroke platoon attacks caused similar losses.

One row after another fell down. The commander held up his sword and shouted "Line... Attack!" Then, amid the gunshots, he watched his subordinates die in rows. Not long after, the commander himself fell down.

Zhou Gui was in the chaotic battlefield, listening to bullets flying through his ears, looking at the robes beside him, falling one by one on the battlefield. Among them were his new knowledge and old friends.

Xiao Dalong left, and many of the villagers from northern Jiangsu were gone. The circle of fellow villagers could not be avoided anywhere. Zhou Gui, as the commander of the general, had many villagers come to his way. He was unwilling to go through the back door and was harassed. But now, he missed those faces that once made him extremely disgusted. As long as he looked at them more and listened to another voice, it would be fine.

Many poor children from northern Jiangsu joined the army, and now they are all on this battlefield. They were once cowardly and dull, and they could only accept their newlywed wives and handed over to the countryside where the master was bed. Once upon a time, they became such a qualified soldier now.

A good day that I never dreamed of, my descendants didn’t have to send my wife to me, nor did I have to worry about being taken away by usury. Even if I was killed, someone would take care of my whole family and give them a good day. With the guaranteed soldiers, the courage that would be enough to shake any powerful army or powerful troops in the world.

Zhou Gui's body trembled for a moment, and he could feel that he was shot. Maybe soon, he would die. But he didn't feel scared, and even he couldn't feel the pain in the wound. He only knew one thing: he could not fall down, and the flag was still in his hands. People could die, but the flag could not fall!

Before leaving, Hongling told herself that she had two sons again. She already had two sons, and this time, she hoped to be a son. With descendants of the Zhou family, their bloodlines were continued. What's so scary about death? Sacrifice for Shandong, the family can enjoy the treatment of the honorary army. For the rest of their lives, there will be someone to take care of her brother, sister-in-law and Hongling, so she will not have to starve and be frozen. Her son, who is provided for school and school for public expenses, will be arranged to work in the factory. Where do I fear it?

I was living a lot. If it weren't for the Grandmaster, I might have died on the night when Hongling was carried into the old man Zhuang's house. Even if I didn't die, I would still be living in a daze, farming and feeding food. Seeing Hongling's girl crying, I smoked my cigarette puffs without saying a word like my elder brother. What's the difference between such a way of living and dead people?

A man is as determined as iron.

"Brothers, rush!" As the trumpet of hand-to-hand combat sounded, the troops rushed forward shouting. Zhou Gui raised the banner and rushed forward quickly. Blood flowed out of the wound, dyeing his blue military uniform red. He gritted his teeth tightly and held the flagpole tightly with his hands. I can die, the flag of the general cannot fall, and the Zhao flag will never fall!

The bayonet stabbed Zhou Gui's lower abdomen, but the flag in Zhou Gui's hand also poked heavily to the ground to prevent it from falling down. The empty hand grabbed the rifle's body tightly and prevented the opponent from pulling back the weapon. The Lu army, who followed closely, took this opportunity to stab the Fusang soldier with a bayonet straight into the chest. Before Zhou Gui lost consciousness, he finally shouted two words "Charge!"
Chapter completed!