C1497 The morale of the army is about to collapse

Ding Si didn't even know if tears were flowing out of his eyes, he waved his flag and chased after his group of pale white brothers. They had no choice but to continue forward, never stopping.

"Avenge!" Avenge our brothers... He had to rush up and pull a few people down with him before he died! Even if it's one life for one life, we can't be afraid! "

"Wuwuwu …" F * ck, are you stupid?! Why are you snatching the flag? Don't you know that banners are the easiest to die? "You must have died for me …"

"Brother, I owe you my life …" I have to kill a few more Russian to repay you … "Sob, sob, sob …" Ding Si rushed forward while crying!

What Ding Si had encountered was merely a mini shadow within the dense assault troops, currently, all the officers did not care about the casualty rate. They were already mentally prepared for the battle with Haishenwai and the other professional murderers, it was even more unrealistic for them to not die.

As the first attack wave of the First Division, Chu Zhao had already placed his command post at the forefront of the formation. His own soldiers were fighting at a distance of 100 meters, and even the stray bullets in the distance could still fly past his headquarters.

"Report... The second group from the left was suffering heavy casualties. Their speed of attack was clearly slower … "

"Report... "The 4th Battalion Commander was killed in battle, and now the Vice Battalion Commander is in command."

"Reporting to Division Commander …"

"I don't want to hear the number of casualties. We've already told them everything at the mobilization earlier, casualties are inevitable, let them continue with their original plan …"

"Listen up, even if we are all wiped out, we have to open up a gap for the rest of the troops to charge in …" You are all dead, I will go! "

"F * ck you! If I find out that the body on the battlefield is heading towards the back, I'll wring off his head!"

"Yes, sir …" The messenger turned and ran, but at this time, the battlefield was suddenly filled with the sound of cannons firing, the remaining field gun in the city started to counterattack.

Explosions occurred one after another in the crowd, one after another, and holes were blasted open in the charging army. However, no one hesitated as those holes were quickly filled up by the following soldiers. They stepped on the corpses of their comrades and began to charge up.

150 meters, 100 meters, 80 meters, 70 meters … The more they charged up, the more people would die. One thousand, two thousand, three thousand, four thousand … A heavy soldier who had just reached a distance of seventy meters from the wall had already been killed by four thousand men.

It was only now that these brave soldiers finally understood what the war was all about. In front of them, the Rakshasi musket team s scattered rain upon rain of bullets so dense that not even wind could penetrate through, and the enemies shot quickly and ruthlessly.

The wave of people that rushed up was being consumed at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye. At the end of the line, the soldiers were almost crying as they ran, shouting out the names of their fellow villagers that had died in battle while pouncing towards the city.

The most miserable ones were the soldiers who were not dead yet. They were crawling on the ground while dragging their broken legs. When they found a head, they discovered that it was from their own village. When they touched a broken arm, they found it familiar.

"Good heavens! What kind of battle was this! Why did so many people die … What kind of country are we building?! Why was it so difficult! "Sob, sob, sob …"

After all, humans were not machines. In the midst of brutal killing, they also knew fear, and the courage they accumulated also had moments of exhaustion. When the team reached 60 meters, the commanders clearly felt that they could no longer run, and the power of their charge actually weakened.

"This is bad!" First Division's morale was showing signs of collapsing! "Oh my god, their casualties are too great …" The Second Regiment was almost ready for battle. Although there was still a quarter of an hour before the time for them to charge forward, the Second Regiment Commander, Lu Ying, was already unable to sit still.

"Prepare the entire army, we will attack, support our comrades …" Chu Zhao, just wait for me … " Before he could finish, a booming voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Lu Ying! Who asked you to change your battle plan! It is not yet time for you to strike... Just you wait! "

"General!" General Xiang, you see, I can't hold on any longer. If we continue to kill, more than half of the people will die … "

"Bullshit!" Even if half the casualties were to die, that would still be a total of five thousand people! How many enemies could there be? Adding them all together, it's only worth around 10,000 points. Xiang Shaolong shouted.

"Afraid of the dead? If you are afraid of dying, then you cannot fight. If you don't die, then you will always be a group of useless people! "All the elite soldiers in the world didn't come out of the dead!"

"Don't I know there are great casualties? Do you think I'm blind? " Xiang Shaolong's saliva sprayed all over Lu Ying's face, "But have you thought about it yet? Right now is the time for First Division to condense their military soul. If they can rely on themselves to break through, in the future, they will have the pride of a victor!"

"If today, they relied on reinforcements to overcome their difficulties, then whenever they encountered danger, they would want reinforcements. They would become a good-for-nothing army that only knows how to go with the wind!"

"Kindness does not control the military, righteousness does not control the wealth! Either the entire First Division army has died or you release your army spirit! "

"Even if there are only three thousand veterans left, with this backbone, I can expand their military strength! But we cannot lose our military soul. We must have a military soul! "

The furious roar of Xiang Shaolong shocked all of the officers and soldiers present to their deaths. The Second Regiment could only look on with pale faces at the First Division which was attacking like an ant.

They had finally reached fifty meters. At this distance, they could already see each other's faces. In between, the commander of the Sand Russian Army had a cruel smile on his face.

Almost at the same time, the four concealed bunkers on the wall suddenly emitted a dense copper sound.

Tuk, tuk, tuk … Tuk, tuk, tuk …

Four fiery tongues pounced on the charging crowd, and a large portion of the leading troops were swept away like wheat being cut down.

"Gatling! Damned bastards, they hid four Gatling s! "

"How can we fight? My god, isn't this just accepting people? That human life is going up! I don't want this country anymore, can I go home please … I'm going home! "Sob, sob, sob …"

After all, they had only trained for a winter, so the habits of the people that they had lived half their lives began to surge again. Surprisingly, they heard the sound of people running for their lives from the battle array, the morale of the troops in First Division was on the verge of collapse.

Chu Zhao shouted loudly, he threw away the telescope in his hand and took out the revolver s from his waist: "Division guard company, follow me. Call Me... Where are the Chinese soldiers! Those who aren't dead, stand up and attack! "

The division commander personally went up to battle, and all the guard company s and even their aides went up. In a moment, a call to the veterans sounded in the team.