The gun position was filled with gunsmoke, and the infantry guns continued to fire deadly shells, smashing patches of blood mist in the charging ranks of the Houjin army.

Gao Shaokuan, the commander of the Houjin Army, had already decided to fight to the death, so even if he suffered heavy casualties, he would not retreat.

And once the commander in the army is unwilling to retreat, under the harsh drive of the warlord, those ordinary Houjin soldiers will naturally not be able to retreat at all.

In the bloody rain, the shouts of the Houjin army resounded in the sky, and the muskets in the hands of many recruits who had just been drawn from the local forces of North Korea were fired indiscriminately before they entered the firing range.

On the contrary, the positions of the Huaxia Army, except for the infantry artillery, were quite quiet.

It was not until the Houjin Army rushed to a distance of 400 meters that the weapons in the hands of the various arms of the Chinese Army began to fire one after another.

And when the Houjin army finally rushed to the 200-meter range, the officers of each battalion began to give orders.

"Raise the gun" brushed together, and in the sound of the butt rubbing against the clothes, a black muzzle was raised.

"Aiming" because the accuracy of the weapons used by the Huaxia Army far exceeds that of the Houjin Army, so even if it is a smoothbore gun, if you aim carefully, it also has a certain accuracy.

As soon as the final order to "open fire" was given, pieces of gunpowder smoke rose and shot out like raindrops.

"Puff ······" The sound of entering the flesh continued to sound with a shocking magic.

Except for about 20 percent of the non-commissioned officers and skirmishers in the infantry battalions, pump-action rifles, the rest of the infantry used flintlock rifles, which fired much faster than breech-loading rifles because of breech loading, but they were not at all comparable to pump-action rifles.

In order to increase the density of firepower, each infantry battalion used two or three rows of fire in rotation at a time.

In the continuous sound of shooting, all kinds of bullets fell in the dense formation of the Houjin army, and people kept falling to the ground.

Occasionally, there were precision strikes from prime and superior marksmen with pump-action rifles, and from time to time officers overseeing the battle in the rear dismounted.

Looking down from the air, on the entire battlefield, the Houjin army seems to have encountered the waves of the reef, constantly advancing, and constantly colliding into pieces, but, on the whole, the waves of the Houjin army are still constantly advancing.

Fortunately, the arrangement made in advance has played a good role.

The grid-like barbed wire defense line, several temporarily dug trenches, breastwork walls and other defensive facilities on the rotten streets constantly blocked the speed of the Houjin army's advance.

Whenever the Houjin army gathered in these places, slowly looking for roads and passages, grenades, grenades and other standard weapons would pour down, turning the entire crowded area into a bloodstained muddy field.

And just when these defensive facilities had gained a certain amount of time, the 10 infantry battalions led by Zhong Fulin also quickly inserted themselves into the flanks of the Houjin army from both flanks and began to pour firepower.

This sudden blow quickly compressed the Houjin army, which had completely opened the front.

Later, the compression of the frontal impact range of the Jin army also further reflected the lethality of infantry artillery and high-explosive shells.

In a series of wails and screams, An Buyang and Gao Shaokuan, who played the handsome flag without authorization, as well as other officers and soldiers around the handsome flag, received "special care" from the veterans of the Chinese army.

At least 5 rounds of 40mm caliber infantry artillery shells and a dozen grenades, plus dozens of single-headed shells were fired on the bodies of these swaggering Houjin troops.

Time passed little by little in the sound of gunfire, but at the moment of suddenness, there was no longer a shout of killing on the battlefield, and there was no rumbling firearm firing.

The whole mountain seemed to be quiet all of a sudden.

As the breeze blew, the smoke on the battlefield gradually dissipated, and the entire battlefield, starting from 1,000 meters to 30 meters in front of the Tashan defense line, a hellish scene appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Looking at the fleeing Houjin army, each battalion took the initiative to send cavalry and scouts in the battalion and began to chase and kill the remnants of the enemy.

The rest of the infantrymen, with a high-pitched command to "bayonet", jumped out of the breastwork, crossed the trench, and began to clean up the battlefield.

In this battle, rapid-fire artillery played a great role, and powerful solid shells smashed into the queue, which was a string of blood holes.

When a high-explosive shell hits the ground, it is a deep crater.

And the most powerful thing is the shotgun, this kind of murderous shell specially researched to hit the infantry ranks, it is simply Shura's weapon.

Each shotgun, hitting a fan-shaped frontal range, can cause a tragic scene of missing arms and legs, intestines and rotten stomachs, and brains bursting on the bodies of everyone in that entire area.

The horses that were lucky enough to survive wandered around the battlefield with a snort, waiting for the new owner to come and appease them.

From time to time, wounded soldiers crawled in front of the soldiers of the Chinese Army with wails and screams.

A Houjin army with intestines flowing out and dragging on the ground crawled slowly, leaving fishy visceral intestines all the way, and came to the Huaxia army cleaning the battlefield, begging to give him a relief.

Because of the widespread use of various high-explosive weapons and large-caliber weapons, the entire battlefield is full of stumps and broken arms, and in this situation, how many people died is not at all completely counted in a short period of time.

Officers at all levels can only issue wanted warrants sent by the intelligence department, and let the soldiers follow the portraits on the wanted warrants to search for those eye-catching and important targets in advance.

In less than half an hour, on the desk of the Tower Hill Headquarters, a thick stack of portraits marked with the word "killed" had already accumulated.

Zhong Fulin smiled and raised the latest portrait he had sent and said, "An Buyang has been found, and after many identifications, it is confirmed that this person has been beheaded." ”

Rakshen is an idle man, and he also had a carnival on the battlefield just now, and he was maintaining his rifle at this time.

Hearing Zhong Fulin's words, he put down the work in his hand, and involuntarily frowned, "Didn't you tell me, did this person want to live?" ”

Zhong Fulin carefully put the portrait in the folder, took out a pen to make annotations, and replied casually, "On the battlefield, there are no eyes for swords and guns, who can guarantee that there will be no mistakes!" As long as you can confirm An Buyan's whereabouts, it's good. ”

Lakshin picked up the strip of cloth and gun oil in his hand again, slowly poked at the various rifle structural parts that had just been fired, and said a little lazily, "Okay, it's cheap for him." Originally, I thought that if I captured this fang alive and concocted it, I would be able to give you a breath. ”

Zhong Fulin glanced at Lakshen, "I think it's because of the dirty things you did when you first arrived in our team, and the old hatred has not disappeared, right?"

You, after so many years, are still such a flawed temper,

Jun Shang is in charge of every day, where does he have time to care about the life and death of such a little person.

We've taken care of the king, so we have to do it, how embarrassed to use this kind of thing to disturb the king. ”

Rakshen was seen through by Zhong Fulin, although he would report the flaws of outsiders, he did not have any anger at the preaching of Zhong Fulin, an old brother. He just smiled and said no more.