After paying the heavy price of thousands of casualties, the exile army finally formed a three-sided encirclement, surrounded the Qiong Navy from the east, north, and south directions of Qiuyu, and launched a general attack. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In addition to the battalion-affiliated artillery batteries on both sides, which were still carrying out sporadic shelling, the regimental artillery battalion on the mountainside on the front and the two artillery batteries at the foot of the hill had completely stopped, and the battle entered the mode of queuing up to shoot -- to be precise, the offensive and defensive mode of firearmed troops versus cold-weapon troops.

The scale of tens of thousands of people was terrifying, and although thousands of people were killed and wounded, they were only a small part of them, and the displaced people rushed up one after another like a tidal wave. The volley of the Qionghai rifle was lethal even at a distance of about 100 meters, but the displaced people who had been bombarded by the artillery were already somewhat numb, and compared to the indestructible solid iron balls and the raindrops of projectiles, these peanut-sized buckshot bullets seemed less terrifying - although they were also mercilessly harvesting life. As the distance narrowed, the crowd became denser and denser, and the originally deliberately loosely arranged line became more and more compact, and the people in front were almost pushed forward by the people behind, and they couldn't turn around if they wanted to run.

Zhu Jinhu, like the new recruits next to him who had just entered the battlefield, fell into a cycle of tension and mistakes after firing two shots. In the face of the dense crowd of displaced people getting closer and closer, he felt that he would be pushed down and trampled to death by the surging crowd at any time, and his mood became more and more nervous, and his hands and feet were a little disobedient, either forgetting to bite open the paper shell when loading, or forgetting to stuff the bullets tightly with a strip, and all the bullets that were fired were waste bullets. After realizing his mistake, looking at the expressions of the homeless people on the other side, not only did he not calm down, but instead of calming down, his nervousness was exacerbated, and his movements were even more deformed.

As the recruits made more mistakes, the firepower gradually thinned out, and after the pressure on the displaced people was reduced, the speed of the advance increased significantly, and the distance between the two sides became closer and closer.

The platoon commander not far from Zhu Jinhu felt the nervousness of his subordinates, and he also came over like this when he participated in the defense of Bosuke. In the face of the charge of tens of thousands of people, it is impossible for the recruit to remain unchanged like a veteran, and he can shoot at the head of the opponent. He estimated the distance between the two sides, the enemy in front was already only a few dozen paces, and with the current state of the recruits, if they hurriedly reloaded and fired, they would be completely panicked after being close to them. He picked up his rifle, pointed his bayonet in front of him, and yelled, "All of them, stop reloading, and prepare for the assassination!" ”

Similar orders appeared in other companies. When the battle entered the stage of contact operations, officers of the level of Wei Lianheng could no longer effectively command each company, and could only rely on grass-roots officers such as company commanders and platoon commanders, so whether to continue firing or directly apply bayonets in parts of the battlefield was directly decided by the company commander or even the platoon commander.

The quality and adaptability of these grassroots officers determine the overall combat effectiveness of an army and also affect the success or failure of a battle to a certain extent. The reason why the Qiong Navy wants to hold officer training courses and the current military academy is to train professional grassroots officers. Without professional officers, even the toughest soldiers are just a bunch of loose sand. Napoleon once said that the squad leader is the father of the army, and a group of qualified squad leaders, platoon leaders, and company commanders are far more important than a genius general.

After hearing the order, Zhu Jinhu stopped loading, tightened his grip on his rifle, and arranged the action of "preparing the gun" according to the training action. In his mind, he remembered the explanation of the squad leader during the assassination training: "Preparing the gun is a preparatory action for stabbing, and if this action is done well, it can be well defended, conducive to attack, and mentally threaten the enemy." If you face an enemy, send the gun out with a "bang", prepare the action at the first time, and look at each other angrily, it will make the enemy shudder. Otherwise, it will encourage the arrogance of the enemy. Therefore, when 'preparing the gun', you must make sure that your movements are correct and powerful, energetic, and majestic......"

Zhu Jinhu silently recited the essentials of the movement in his heart, held the gun in his left hand, moved his right hand to the butt guard to hold it, took a step forward with his left foot, naturally bent his knees slightly, leaned forward slightly with his upper body, and his center of gravity fell between his feet. Because he was very focused, after setting up the posture, the tension and fear just now suddenly eased a lot.

He glanced at both sides with his spare eyes, his comrades-in-arms all made the same movements, plus standard weapons, neatly like carved out of a mold, and then looked at the opposite side, the homeless people not only had a variety of weapons, but also the ranks were uneven, there was no formation at all, and the confidence suppressed by fear in his heart surfaced: we are all carefully selected soldiers, who have undergone rigorous training, eat and drink enough every day, boil our bodies, and do nothing else, the only task is to go into battle to kill the enemy, even the officers and soldiers do not have such training intensity, Can't you still beat these homeless people who can't eat enough all day and struggle to survive?

Zhu Jinhu thought so, and his confidence became more and more full. A few months ago, he was just like these yellow-skinned homeless people in front of him, thinking about how to survive every day, and when he was hungry, he would become very fierce in order to compete with other hungry people for food, but this was just a ruthless energy that erupted for survival, and when he encountered the heavily armed rebels, no matter how fierce he was, he couldn't escape the end of being slaughtered. And these displaced people are not fundamentally different from him when he was in Shandong, even if they followed Gao Yingxiang and Zhang Xianzhong to fight for thousands of miles, from Shaanxi and Henan to Anhui, as peripheral cannon fodder, what they pursued was just to eat well, and the plundered wealth had nothing to do with them.

The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer, thirty steps, twenty steps, ten steps...... Zhu Jinhu could already see the beads of sweat on the faces of the displaced people, the green tendons on their heads, and the muscles on their necks -- the long-distance running and the fear of death in the face of artillery fire had brought their physical strength and spirit to the point of collapse -- at this time, the platoon leader shouted: "Kill! ”

The strict training made the soldiers temporarily forget their tension when they heard the password, and subconsciously pushed the gun forward with the thrust of their right foot and waist and abdomen, and the movements were uniform, and at the same time they shouted: "Kill!" ”

The cold light flashed, and countless bayonets stabbed into the chest and abdomen of the enemy, and the flow of people running was stagnant, like a flood that met a reef and blocked its way.

Zhu Jinhu pulled out his bayonet, and the eyes of a middle-aged homeless man opposite him changed from fierce to sloppy, and then he knelt down and fell to the ground weakly, blood flowing out of the wound. After taking out an opponent face-to-face, he grew in confidence and shouted loudly to cheer himself up and look for his next opponent.