The roaring sound of continuous explosions, the clattering sound of Soviet-made Makqin, completely turned the front of the fortress into a killing ground, blood was floating in the sky, and stumps and severed arms flew in the air. The steam, steaming like a steamed pot that has just been opened, and the smoke and dust completely cover this piece, and the sight is almost zero.

On the surface of the river, in just two or three minutes, there were not many people to be seen, and the entire river surface was already bloodstained on the ice, at this time, it was blood-red, and there were broken blood and flesh everywhere, and there were scattered gun parts and rags everywhere, and the whole thing was a Shura hell, a slaughterhouse.

On the other side of the river, too, the crowds were gone, and the chaotic herds of horses were gone, replaced by corpses and clearings.

Under the bombardment of heavy artillery, under the increased power of effective fire, a piece of shells fell, and there were no more living people there. The distant points were not directly vaporized by the air waves, but they were also shattered by the violent concussion, and lumps of lung lobes erupted from the mouth.

The shrapnel saws through everything around it that rises above the ground, flying in the sky with impunity, enjoying their dance party.

The shells, which began to extend five minutes later, fell on the fleeing Soviet and Russian troops all over the mountains, leaving behind unridden horses and shedding patches of life.

The trees, like papier-mâché at this moment, were crumbled into pieces in the violent shock wave, and became the fuel of the flames.

Tanks, under the shelling of artillery of caliber 105-240, turned into torches one after another, and showed their most glorious side. At that time, the hundreds of tanks on the river embankment did not dare to move at this time, there were continuous explosions above them, and the river behind them was a patch of fire, and they knew that as long as they showed up. It is far better to be the object of intensive artillery than to hide on the river embankment, form a defensive line with the machine-gun fire of the tank, hold out until dark, and then withdraw from the battlefield......

At the top of the mountain, Lao Zhao was already dumbfounded. Where this is fighting, this is clearly slaughter.

Where did he know that similar massacres Dong Ku had done many times, but this time Lao Maozi was more cooperative, and the number of people gathered was a little more.

Dong Ku looked at all this expressionlessly. Looking at the killing feast directed by him, I was not sad or happy in my heart. Halfway through, he raised his hand to look at the time amid the explosion, picked up a phone and ordered, "Xing Yuan, it's time for your performance." Pay attention to the tanks on the embankment, with iron fists and part of the armor-piercing shells. Be fast! ”

"Yes!"

Command below. Xing Yuan shouted the order, and with it, three red signal flares rose above the fortress. The flare flew through the smoke, through the dust, and into the sky.

As flares lifted into the air, the gunfire in the fortress stopped. The shells from the mortars on the top of the hill also stopped falling, and only the mountain and field guns, as well as the artillery in the fortress, still roared. As the sound of gunfire in the vicinity died down, the fortress, which stretched for several kilometers, resembled an ant nest under attack. Countless figures rushed out, gathered slightly, and quietly rushed towards the riverbank.

On the slope of the embankment, there were more than 300 tanks of various types, and they all pointed their guns at the sky at the top of the embankment, waiting for the artillery fire on the river to stop.

At the moment when they heard the distant explosion above their heads disappear, everyone was waiting for the possible enemy on the embankment, and they were not afraid, since the shells could not threaten them, then they were kings in front of the infantry, unrivaled kings.

As the Heavy stared at the sky at the top of the embankment, they saw the fire.

Before they could pull the trigger, the object in their sight dragging the tail fin hit the steel fortress they relied on to withstand the attack, and then a loud bang rang out, followed by a burst of flames, and the tanks instantly turned into torches.

"What kind of weapon is that!?"

In the tank, which was not hit, there were shouts of terror. The impact was so violent, how could they have a weapon that could easily destroy a tank? Unless it's a cannon. But when the flames lit up just now, no one heard the sound of artillery at all, and it was obviously not artillery.

Before their shouts fell, the tanks they were in shook violently, the thick armor was violently shaken, and in the deafening explosion, one by one was opened out of the big holes, and then, the flames poured into the tank, so that the tankers who didn't understand what was going on were directly swallowed up by the heat wave, and their consciousness was wiped out in an instant.

The Iron Fist is powerful enough to easily destroy any existing tank, and the beam of grenade armor-piercing bullets can tear through the armor of existing tanks, but the difference is just a blow up and a hole.

As the tanks lit fires and smoke rose, a crowd of people burst out of the embankment, like a torrent, overflowing the embankment and spilling onto the river.

The occasional clatter was drowned out by the deafening sound of artillery in the distance, and along the way, all life was breathing in the flash flood.

The tide didn't shout, just ran wildly, and when he saw the figure of the man, whether standing or upside down, he made up for two shots and quickly stepped over.

There was an AK at the front of the crowd, a grenade at the back, and a temporary second gunner with a grenade on his back.

Further back, soldiers with skis on their backs galloped wildly, closely following the charging procession.

The tide rushed all the way to the ruins of 'Dalenevchensk', without any resistance, although there were still countless Soviet Russian soldiers on the road, but they had lost their fighting spirit and did not even have the courage to shoot, and at the moment when the tide overflowed, in addition to fleeing, they raised their guns with both hands over their heads, intending to surrender.

But instead of receiving the order to capture the prisoners, the soldiers of the advance army saw three red flares. This means leaving no mouth alive and strangling quickly. Therefore, it is still the same old routine, whether it is a standing figure or a fallen figure, bang a long point shot, and after three or four bullets, the person will also pass by.

At this time, the artillery fire continued to cross the river with the walkie-talkie, and it continued to fall accurately in the crowd of fleeing Soviet and Russian soldiers under the command, and it was still a large explosion, but the ten guns became five effective shots.

When they arrived at 'Dalenevchensk', the tide diverted rapidly, and streams rushed out in all directions, and more people put on skis and chased artillery fire, rushing towards 'Izbesk'. They ignored the small groups of Soviet and Russian soldiers along the way, took a shadow, and suddenly swept past with a few shots, and they were going to attack 'Izbesk' again.

The Russian soldiers were completely disorganized at this moment, and after the most crowded meeting had passed, the crowd of people stepped on the corpses of their companions and galloped towards 'Izbesk', and even the cavalry, no longer bothering, forced their way with their horses and retreated towards 'Izbesk'.

They are well aware. Flesh and blood could not stop the enemy's dense artillery bombardment.

At this moment, the fleeing Russian soldiers saw the tide behind and heard the gunshots in the gap between the explosions.

"They're taking advantage of the charge!!"

The fleeing Soviet Russian soldiers did not flee the moment they saw the figure. With the enemy nearby, the opposing artillery will stop shelling. That. They have a chance to defeat their pursuers

Sure enough, whimpering shells at the moment they saw the enemy. It also doesn't ring anymore. Apparently the opposing artillery had already been notified, and the ground forces followed.

"Kill back!!"

The Russian soldiers roared, especially the cavalry, although they were not in command, but they had the shouts of their superiors, even if they were a second lieutenant. It's all good in this moment.

With the sound of the tide, the fleeing Soviet Russian soldiers turned over and killed back, their bayonets shining, obviously preparing for a white-knuckle battle. Hold back the wave of enemy pursuit.

But at the moment when they turned over, a black shadow suddenly flew from the crowd of enemies three or four hundred meters away, almost silently and quickly.

"What is this?"

"What's that?"

The Russian soldiers were momentarily surprised, wondering what this was.

At this moment, a loud bang exploded among them, and the steel balls made a seeping sound on the flesh, and under the rage of the steel balls, a large number of soldiers fell, and in just one round, a large area became an open space.

The Soviet Russian soldiers who turned over and were about to kill back were dumbfounded, where had they ever seen such a thing, three or four hundred meters apart, their guns were just able to reach the enemy, but the enemy was able to kill them in pieces.

The continuous explosions stunned the Russian soldiers who had just experienced the terrifying shelling, and in this moment, the second black shadow flew again.

In the continuous explosions, the soldiers of the advance army holding skis had already rushed to the front, and then a dense clatter sounded, mixed with the sound of explosions, and played a life-threatening music.

The Russian soldiers, who did not even stand on their heels, collapsed again during the furious attack, and kept the figures overturning, turning around and running.

At this time, where do they still have the idea to fight back? Before the guns that pulled the bolt were pulled away, the opponent's bullets had already beaten them into a sieve.

But they forgot that the other party was traveling on skis, so how could they run away?

In the dense clattering sound, the fleeing figures fell in pieces, and the pursuers, without even stopping, spread out a width of several hundred meters, still surging forward like a tide, straight through the fleeing crowd, and rushed towards the artillery positions that had been seen.

At this time, the artillery position has set up a strong Depp, a strong Makqin, here, there are countless shells, there are hundreds of guns, and even many of them are disassembled heavy guns, which have not yet been assembled.

But they also didn't know what to do, the speed of the other party was too fast, and when they saw the enemy behind the fleeing soldiers, it was too late to shoot, because the black shadows had already flown overhead, and the dense explosion made most of the machine guns too late to shoot, and even those Makqin with steel shields could not resist the steel balls flying everywhere, and the machine gunners fell one after another.

The defensive line they had built seemed to be solid, but under the raging barrage of guns and grenades, it could not stop the advance of the advance army at all. The line of defense was broken.

On the artillery position where the tide overflowed, in just two or three minutes, there was not a single Russian soldier here.

The speed of the advance army's attack was too fast, and when the artillery position was crushed in one blow, the tide in several other directions also annihilated the large group of Soviet and Russian soldiers who were chasing, leaving the battalion-level force to sweep the tail, and the large force rolled towards 'Izbesk'.

At the fortress, Dong Ku heard the clear calls one by one to stop the artillery bombardment and the troops were already in place, he looked back at Lao Zhao, who was still stunned, and said with a smile: "I said Lao Zhao, the feast is over, you have traveled far away, don't you want to get some interest to go back?" ”

"Interest?"

Lao Zhao, who had not yet recovered his senses, was stunned.

"Yes, your troops have heard enough of the movement, come to clean up the battlefield, all the rifles are yours, only yo, you can take it, a hundred rounds of ammunition per gun, would you like to come and be a cleaner for me?"

"Good! The cleaner's commission is high enough. My troops are not as good as your soldiers in battle, and the cleaning of the battlefield is of a high standard, so don't be reluctant to do it when the time comes. ”

Lao Zhao raised his eyebrows, said loudly, turned around and shouted: "Send electricity to the troops, hurry to the march, tell them, come and clean up the battlefield!" ”

Dong Ku looked at Lao Zhao's anxious appearance and smiled, he didn't think there was anything wrong with this, he didn't need those Mo Gan, he had given Lao Zhao a lot before, and it didn't matter if he gave him some, although he knew that this number would be very large, but he also needed a strong ally.

Besides, there is not much steel in this gun, so it is better to give it to Lao Zhao back to the furnace, and it can still exert residual heat. (To be continued......)