The cold wind was biting, blowing the smoke of the burning trees to the north, and Hasegawa smiled as he looked at the troops moving towards the city.

At this rate, in another ten minutes, their own troops will rush to the position and engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Qing army, and then the Qing army here will turn around and flee like other Qing troops. Then it is logical to capture Lushun by yourself.

He had already heard of the glorious tradition of the Qing army being greedy for life and afraid of death, having no fighting spirit, and fleeing when encountering the enemy.

There was a loud roar and explosion, mixed with the heart-rending screams of many people, who woke up Hasegawa, who was fantasizing about chasing and annihilating the Qing army, and he raised his binoculars in surprise.

What caught my eye was that the pursuing troops were being blown up by the artillery shells of the Qing army, and many soldiers did not even have a chance to escape, but were directly lifted up to a height of more than ten meters, and then fell heavily to the ground.

"What kind of weapon is this?" I saw the Japanese troops around the blast site being shaken alive. Even the bones that were blown up on the spot were gone. Hasegawa muttered to himself.

The chief of staff next to him also saw this terrifying touch, and he immediately remembered what the commander of the 11th Brigade said before leaving.

"The Tuchengzi Qing army is equipped with naval guns, so you must not be careless."

Thinking of this, the chief of staff put down the binoculars in his hand: "Your Excellency General, is this the naval gun that Your Excellency Daji said." ”

"Baga, the ship's guns are more than a dozen tons at light and dozens of tons at worst, what did the Qing army take to transport it." Hasegawa looked at his chief of staff with a gloomy face.

Seeing that his troops were bombed by the Qing army, Hasegawa gave an order resentfully: "Stop attacking." ”

Look at the mountainside covered with the corpses of Japanese soldiers and the burning trees blown up by the unconscionable cannon. There are also Japanese soldiers who are really retreating, Li Rong spat on the ground: "There is a kind of you who will wait for a while, Lao Tzu will blow you up." ”

Looking back at the soldiers who were struggling in the tunnel and crawling on the side of the tunnel without moving, Liu Jun hurriedly ordered someone to transport the wounded to the temporary hospital at the bottom of the mountain, and hurriedly repaired the position that had just been blown up by the Japanese army, waiting for the next attack of the Japanese army.

In the long town, in the dilapidated courtyard, a few small trees swayed from side to side under the cold wind. From a distance, it's the same as a mountain spirit tree monster. Where to beckon.

Inside the room were signs ammunition boxes and a military map. The dim candles lit up the place like a ghost.

The pale-faced Oji Yasumi turned a deaf ear to the bombardments that kept exploding nearby, and just sat on the ammunition box, gulping down the sake he had brought from Dalian.

The chief of staff next to him kept giving orders, and from time to time he watched the closer and closer shell impact points.

Oji Yasujun is helpless now. He didn't expect Hasegawa to be so ruthless that he didn't send reinforcements. How can such a small-bellied chicken intestine serve the empire.

This time, he misunderstood Yoshiyoshi Tanigawa, and sent a wing of troops to support. It's just that this support army is suffering from extremely painful torture, and it can't survive or die.

Reinforcements from the 12th Mixed Brigade were drawn here, and there was not much distance, let alone running, or climbing to the outskirts of the Great Town. However, now, more than ten hours have passed, and there is nothing but the Qing army's attacking artillery fire and shouting of killing. Not even a single reinforcement was in sight.

In addition to greeting the eighteenth generation of Hasegawa's good ancestors, Oji Yasujun could only drink helplessly, wanting to numb himself.

A Japanese soldier with a lot of gauze on his head ran over and reported: "Report, the captain of the first wing was killed by Qing artillery fire. ”

The death of the wing commander was something that had not happened even in such a fierce battle against Pyongyang since the beginning of the war, and it actually appeared in his own brigade. Sighing, Yasumi Oji didn't give any instructions and picked up the sake in the cup. I raised my head and drank.

Seeing that his brigade commander did not speak, the chief of staff next to him made arrangements for him: "Order the chief of staff of the wing to take over the post of wing leader, be sure to block the attack of the Qing army, and wait for reinforcements to arrive."

"Zhong Lin, what's the matter, why can't I rush up." Seeing that the Qing army's attack was defeated again, Liu Jun, who was climbing on the earthen wall, saw that a window in front of him was cut out of stone, and sparks were constantly spewing out. Turning his head to the side, Zhong Lin yelled.

"Head, it's not to blame the brothers, the Japanese army is cunning, hiding behind that stone, and the shells can't hit, as soon as the brothers attack, the Japanese soldiers come out and shoot. We've had a lot of brothers die.

Hearing Zhong Lin's answer, Liu Jun's eyes that had just stared down suddenly dimmed: "Paralyzed, this Japanese army is really damn bad, this is too lacking in morality and too bullying."

Touching his chin, Liu Jun closed his eyes and thought for a while, then opened his eyes and said, "Go, find a dozen brothers with better marksmanship, and find a place to hide with me." After a while, when it is time to attack, I will specially clean up the Japanese soldiers who dare to take the lead, and I don't believe that they have played with me. ”

After a burst of artillery bombardment, the Qing army began to attack again, only this time, the Qing army just shouted loudly, but no one ran out.

The deceived Japanese army thought that the Qing army was attacking again, so they hurriedly turned over and got up to prepare to attack the Qing army, which happened to report the ambushed gunners by name.

Two or three times like this, the Japanese army did not show its head, and when I saw that the Japanese army was not showing up. Liu Jun whispered a few words to Zhong Lin.

After the artillery fire, the Qing army shouted again, but it was much higher than the voice just now.

Zhong Lin led the Qing army of 400 people, under the cover of shouts, lightly wiped out the Japanese position on the opposite side.

When the Japanese found out, it was too late, and the Qing army had already touched the front of the position.

Hand-to-hand combat began. After more than ten minutes of hand-to-hand combat, the Japanese army could not resist more and more Qing troops. The remaining Japanese troops began to retreat towards the middle of the town.

"Brigade commander, we have lost two lines of defense, and if we continue like this, the troops will collapse." The chief of staff kindly reminded Yasumi Oji.

Oji Yasumun, who was already drunk, stood up: "Collapse, let him collapse, let him collapse." After saying that, he didn't bother with anyone anymore, walked to the bed, collapsed and began to sleep.

When the chief of staff saw such a look, he had to shake his head, take over the position of Oji Yasumun, and began to block the attack of the Qing army.

Twenty kilometers outside the Great Town, the sent wing had now been tortured by Luo Dacheng's Qing army and Wu Hao's first regiment.

It's been more than ten hours, not to mention rest, even if you haven't eaten a bite of food, these Qing troops are too vicious. As soon as you stop marching, they don't know where to come out to attack you. As soon as you fight back, you scatter in a hurry. You march. He also came out to make trouble. Stopping to cook is not given to you.

Several times I saw the Qing army put on a posture to fight with the wing, but it did disappear without a trace after fighting for more than ten minutes.

This simply made the wing captain mad with anger, and he really wanted to kill himself with a knife.

He thought that this group of Qing army talents who had followed all the way could fight a decisive battle with him once. However, he was not given any chance to fight.

If it goes on like this, let alone Changcheng, even wherever he goes, he has been tortured and has no energy, where is there still time to save the 11th Brigade.

Look at your own soldiers now, all of them are listless, their eyes are black, they can't walk, and they have to keep mentioning the cold guns and attacks of the Qing army that came out of nowhere in this big dark night, one word, bitter.

The bitter side is the sweetest side, and now not far away, Luo Dacheng is grinning and constantly exaggerating Liu Jun: "I have been a soldier for many years, and I have never been so happy today, it's too enjoyable, it's comfortable to work with the teacher." Look at the virtues of those dogs. ”

Wu Hao now knows that this Luo Dacheng is simply a long-tongued woman, and along the way, every time they meet after an attack, this person always keeps praising Liu Jun. I'm tired of listening to my own.

Spit out the dead grass in your mouth. Wu Hao interrupted him: "Hey, the Japanese army is like this, do you want to give him a hard time." ”

Luo Dacheng closed his mouth when he saw that he was talking about business, just looked up at the sky and those Japanese soldiers, and shook his head: "Not now, although those Japanese soldiers have begun to get tired, but you look at their posture of holding guns, they are still a little guarded." Waiting, when they start using the gun as a crutch, that's when they're attacking. ”

Jiang is still old and spicy, Luo Dacheng's words are reasonable, Wu Hao has no reason not to listen, so he agreed to Luo Dacheng. Touch it quietly. Follow behind the Japanese troops.

The attack battle in Long Town has reached its most intense time.

Liu Jun saw that it was already about eleven o'clock, and it was necessary to launch a general attack, and now the Qing army was fighting in two batches, and generally rested half of the attack. If it drags on like this, he doesn't dare to guarantee how long Luo Dacheng can hold on, and how long Tuchengzi Li Rong can hold on.

After all, Li Rong was facing the 12th Mixed Brigade, which had many more people than the 11th Brigade.

After assembling all the Qing troops, Liu Jun gave the order for a general attack.

The artillery was towed into the town. Began to lower the cannon at the Japanese army. Half of the town was bombarded by huge artillery fire, and many Japanese troops ran back and forth in the artillery fire, dodging the shells falling from the sky.

After ten minutes of artillery bombardment, almost all the shells of the Qing army were dropped on the Japanese positions. After the artillery fire, the Gatling guns began to suppress the Japanese fire, providing cover for the Qing troops attacking the Japanese army.

The Japanese apparently knew that this was the last line of defense. If they retreat, they can only return to Dalian, which is not only a shame for themselves, but also a shame for the entire brigade, and for the sake of reputation, they will not retreat.

The Japanese army did not retreat, which was not what Liu Jun was happy to see.

He didn't think of eating a brigade of other people, and he didn't have this big appetite, he just wanted the 11th brigade to be a little more obedient and Dalian, so that he could return to Tuchengzi.

However, the Japanese army did not give face, and gave Liu Jun a dead knock here.

"Paralyzed, don't give face, Lao Tzu is your ****." Liu Jun watched that the Japanese army did not retreat, and turned his head to let people order the artillery. Artillery was brought in to bombard the Japanese positions.

The sound of the cannon was Yiting, Liu Jun Liu Jun pulled out the waist knife on his waist, turned his head and saw: "Comrades, masters." Brothers, rush with me and drive the Japanese out of Arthur. ”

After saying that, he roared and began to rush towards the Japanese position.