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The fierce battle of Turkmenbashi entered the most tragic melee strangulation at the rising sun.

The Russian army has no artillery trucks, no tanks, no artillery in the most rear, they only have grenades, explosives. Qu Jungang led the armored team, and in the face of these Soviet Russian soldiers who had lost their ability to think and were blindfolded by blood, they did not show mercy at all.

At this time, the slightest hesitation will kill them, and they have no choice on the battlefield, either you die or I die. They did not have time to judge the spirit of the Russian warriors, they only had the enemy to be killed.

The machine guns of the armored vehicles and tanks at the head began to reddish, and the barrels of the guns were constantly changing color in the cold air blown by the wind, but they were firmly moving closer to red.

The barrel of Qu Jungang's anti-aircraft machine gun was already red, and the bullets were flying and jumping, and the bullet casings were piled up around the armored vehicle, and they were still clanging and falling on the armored vehicle.

"The second echelon is made up and the cleaning begins!!"

Seeing that the machine gun in his hand was out of sight, Qu Jun just yelled and ordered.

After shouting, three red signal flares rose into the air, and in the wind, they slowly fell.

The tanks and armored vehicles in the back drove to the front in the command, and the ones in front stopped firing and began to retreat. They had to retreat, they still had bullets, they still had shells, but the barrel was already red, and if it didn't stop, the barrel would be scrapped. That's it. More than half of the barrels have also lost their useful value and need to be replaced.

With the influx of the second echelon, the battlefield in the city stretched for thousands of meters, and the tanks and armored vehicles in the ruins began to forcibly attack the Xicheng District and sweep away the remnants of the enemy.

Gorelenko had a pistol in his hand, and he was under the protection of several generals and guards. Standing in the most rearline of defense in the civilian area, he is not fighting, he is supervising the battle, and the rear is not allowed to retreat.

As soon as Qu Jun withdrew from the battlefield behind the armored car, he jumped out of the car, changed to another armored car, and still held an anti-aircraft machine gun, and rushed into the front line of the battle again.

Liu Haisong, as the second echelon, has already pounced. Buy bundles of grenades flying, and they can only ensure their safety by killing the enemy with the greatest firepower and the fastest speed.

No matter how desperate the flesh and blood were, they still couldn't resist the advance of the Iron Lion, and less than five minutes after the second echelon was replaced, the most powerful force gathered by the Russian army was defeated, and there were no more pieces of heads.

on the streets. In the rubble, piles of corpses were one or two meters high. Tanks struggle to walk on it. Bloody blood flowed beneath the corpses, converging into rivers in low-lying places, emitting steaming heat.

The cold didn't freeze the plasma, there were too many corpses, and the heat emitted had made the surroundings no longer so cold, with the warmth of a thick bloody gas. Shrouded in the fierceness of the fighting.

Strangulation, in the flames of machine guns, proceeded at a rapid pace, as tanks, armored vehicles penetrated. The Soviet and Russian soldiers in Xicheng District, who relied on their houses to make the most stubborn resistance, were directly bombed open by tanks, and were killed by anti-aircraft machine guns directly smashing their bunkers, and the gunfire of resistance weakened rapidly.

Qu Jungang's anti-aircraft machine gun fired a long burst of fire, following the armor of the brigade, moving forward slowly. The enemy's grenades were either gone, or the rear was gone, anyway, the resisting Russian troops were just mechanically shooting at tanks and armored vehicles.

As the gunfire weakened, the gunfire on the battlefield that had been fighting for less than an hour slowly became scarce, and the sound of gunfire and banging gunfire could already be counted and heard clearly, no longer like popping beans, and it was impossible to hear what gunshots were.

Qu Jungang's armored vehicles gradually crowded to the front as the flow diverted, and his target was the rearmost residential area on the north side of the port. There is still resistance along the way, but there is a lot less, and he wants to lead the main force, take the most rear-back area, and end the battle.

Tom tom ......

A long shot shattered the figure behind the muzzle sticking out of the window on the side of the street, took out a grenade, raised his hand and threw it into the window, and in the sound of the explosion, did not stop, did not go to clean up. The work of clearing is the business of the infantry behind, they are going to quickly divide and occupy all the streets.

As soon as the armored car turned the corner, a dense crowd appeared in his sight, and he shrank his head, hid behind the gun shield, and pulled the trigger in the flash of fire on the opposite side.

Tom tom ...... The sound of gunfire was mixed with Mogan's dense explosion, and the gunfire was intense, reaching its peak in just a moment.

The Russian soldiers stood in a row, on the streets, on the roofs of houses, behind windows, and although Zhilu Dao could not break these steel behemoths with the rifles in his hands, they still pulled the plate machine.

Bullets clanged and bounced on the armored vehicles, bouncing sparks, and they, under the dense rain of bullets, fell in pieces. The roofs of the houses also fell under the fire of anti-aircraft machine guns, and the figures behind the windows were also torn to pieces in the debris.

In the rain of bullets, the fighters outside the armored vehicle were hit by bullets one by one, and then they were replaced by comrades who came out again, and anti-aircraft machine guns and machine guns continued to spit out tongues of fire.

In the blood mist flying, Qu Jun just had a wooden shoulder on his shoulder, and he snorted, but the egg tart did not stop, still pulling the trigger. And the gaze swept to the end of the street amid the gunshots.

"Huh?"

He was surprised by the scene that appeared behind the figures rolling all over the street, and then, as soon as the muzzle of the gun was raised, he ignored the numbness of his shoulder, and in the sound of tom, he fired towards a position a hundred meters away.

There, there was a group of people standing, all in a standing position, all holding the Mogan, shooting at them from a distance. And what hit him should be the bullet flying from that side, because if it were to hit him head-on, it would be the face, the head, not the shoulder.

As his bullets swept in, the blood mist immediately filled, and the crowd dispersed even faster, and one by one the broken severed limbs flew in the air.

But when the person in front of him fell, the person next to him automatically stood up and continued to block the front, allowing the corpse in front of him to increase in height without retreating at all.

This is also where Qu Jun was just shocked, and there seems to be something important or people behind it.

It's like peeling off the cocoon, layer by layer of rapidly falling figures, and finally revealing the figure behind them. A group of generals appeared in Qu Jungang's sight.

Oh yes!

Qu Jungang muttered to himself. didn't stop shooting because he caught a big fish, and still pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The generals were torn apart by bullets one by one, and in the blood mist, they fell, and Gorelenko in the back gradually revealed his figure as more and more people fell, and there were fewer and fewer guards for him.

He held the pole Mogan. calmly pulled the big bolt and shot with a bang, ignoring that the person in front of him was almost gone.

The lethality of Qu Jungang's anti-aircraft machine guns was terrifying, and the number of more than a battalion in front of Gorelenko fell in just a few seconds, and not a single one was injured.

Bang bang!

In a few cracks, the thick bullets of the anti-aircraft machine gun broke Gorelenko's upper body, causing him to pause the movement of the hollow trigger, and his body suddenly became shorter. Let the cut come to the agricultural science aiming lost its direction.

He didn't feel the slightest pain, and the gun in his hand was still clutched as he fell and rolled. After the impact disappeared, he did not wail in fear because the lower half of his body disappeared, but with both hands, he supported his lower body with his exposed intestines to "stand", and locked the tongue of fire in the distance in front of him with his already dilated gaze. He raised his gun, and fired the worst bullet from the touch. After the smoke cleared, due to the rapid blood loss, he weakly lowered the Mogan in his hand, but his eyes still passed over the pile of corpses and locked onto the tongue of fire in the distance.

During the whole process, Qu Jun just didn't miss a little bit, and the gunfire around him slowly stopped. Armored trucks and tanks pressed the corpses forward, and he kept onto the figure.

One hundred and ten meters, it passed quickly, and the blood on Qu Jungang's shoulder had soaked through the padded jacket, but he did not bandage it. Instead, at the moment of approaching the severed Lai Nongke, he ordered in the headset: "Stop moving forward and search the surroundings!" ”

He himself slowly climbed out of the hatch, jumped out of the armored car, came to Gorelenko, and saluted.

Soldiers, regardless of borders and races, have respect for heroes, and will not ignore the spirit of other soldiers because they are enemies. Gorelenko is Qu Jungang's respected opponent, he does not have sadness, but he has respect.

At the moment when Qu Jun just jumped out of the car, several figures quickly rushed out of the armored car, and they stood on Qu Jungang's side, and at the same time as Qu Jungang saluted, they also saw a shocking scene, raised their hands and saluted sincerely, and turned around to find Gorelenko's lower body.

Qu Jun just put down his hand and said calmly: "All the generals here are buried, this person is wrapped in their flags, cleaned up the bloodstains, and sent a team to detour along the Caspian Sea to Atyrau and hand it over to the Russian army there." ”

"Division Commander ......"

The guard stopped talking.

Qu Jungang smiled and said: "Execute, we have to respect the unyielding opponent, although this is war." I'll report to the headquarters and report to the captain. ”

The guards waited for Qu Jun to finish speaking, received the order loudly, stood upright, and turned around to start arranging.

Dong Ku soon received a report from Qu Jungang, he didn't know who Gorelenko was, but this did not delay him from agreeing with Qu Jungang's decision, he took Zuo Boyang and all other high-level officials to Gorelenko, who had been carried on a stretcher and was about to be transported away, and saluted and said goodbye one by one.

This meeting is not like a hostile two-sided meeting, but like a farewell to comrades-in-arms.

When Dong Ku's gaze fell on Gorelenko's face, he lowered his arm and said softly: "This is the commander of the Seventh Army of the Russian Army, Gorelenko. ”

"Gorelenko?"

Zuo Boyang's eyes flashed, and he asked in surprise: "Captain, do you know him?" ”

"I don't know, I've seen his information."

Dong Ku replied simply.

A hint of suspicion flashed in Zuo Boyang's eyes, and then disappeared. He glanced at Dong Ku, then at the soldier who was about to deliver the corpse and said: "Take a helicopter over, escort a formation of ten, land outside the opponent's air defense circle, and rush to the enemy position alone, holding a white flag. ”

"Yes!"

The warrior shouted his order and escorted the party away from the corpse-strewn streets.

Dong Ku looked at the street inside and asked, "Is it cleaned up inside?" ”

Qu Jun just stood upright: "Captain, it is full of poor people, in the small square, and in the room, there are people on the street, and I have sent troops to guard all the paths close to here." ”

"Good! Well done! Bandage, don't fall. ”

Dong Ku patted Qu Jungang on the shoulder, and without waiting for him to answer, he ordered: "Inform the infantry to quickly enter the field and clean up, clean up the streets within an hour, don't leave a single corpse, and transport it outside the city to be burned." ”

"Yes!"

The dog took the command and began to convey the order.

Dong Ku did not enter the slum area, but led the crowd towards the port. There, according to the report, the corpses on the surface of the sea must be cleaned up as soon as possible, and he didn't want the civilians to see the tragic picture, which would increase the hatred value.

Standing on the wharf in disarray, Dong Ku frowned as he looked at the crowd of debris and debris on the sea, as well as the corpses mixed in during the period. There are too many of them, and I'm afraid they can't be cleaned up in a day or two. And the cold is coming soon, and the high winds will make it difficult to clean up, at least at sea.

After pondering it and soliciting the advice of Liu Fucheng and Zuo Boyang, he decided to increase the cleanup, block the line along the wharf, and transport the corpses out of the city by truck, so that the people of Soviet Russia could see less.

So, with his orders, the troops began to divert and clean up here and take over Dushanbe, which was occupied by Shunzi, and Ashgabat was a matter of. His army has experience in cleaning up the battlefield and holding on, after all, in Charland, Tiger Head has the most battles with the Russian army, and in defense, it has a unique place.

Xing Yuan's second general was not sent to guard the border, he knew that Xing Yuan's army was good at fighting, good at looting, and wasting it here, so Xing Yuan's army was going to fight the Japanese in the last decisive battle, and it was also to return their promise to return to their hometown, not to stay in this desert area.

The continuous influx of the army, the rapid clearing of the ruins, under the labor of tens of thousands of people, the speed is amazing.

Although the Soviet and Russian people who were left behind in Xicheng District heard the Russian shouts of the armored vehicles, they were not at ease at all. Because, they are controlled here, they can't go home, they don't know what their fate will be, they don't know what will happen to the warriors who guard their safety, but one thing, they all know that their fate is in the hands of these yellow-skinned people, for the time being, there can be no resistance and action, so as to avoid attracting death.

But they didn't know what to do, and simple dwellings were being erected along the original streets in the process of being cleared. These are prepared for them to survive the severe cold, otherwise, in the fireworks season a few days later, they will not be able to escape the invasion of the bitter cold.

At the same time, transport planes and trucks began to transport in full force, and they rushed to Almaty, to Oskemen, to transport the necessary supplies and supplies to this place. As for the grain, it is all discarded all over the ground, and it is estimated that there will be no shortage for the time being.

In the harbor, on the shore, whether it is debris, debris, or corpses, after rummaging, useless carts are pulled away, and what can be burned is separated, and the rest will be sent to dozens of kilometers away, and the incineration areas behind the sand dunes will be burned intensively. (To be continued......)