What are the rules of the game?
In essence, it is still law of the jungle, but in the past this rule was formulated by the British and Europeans, but what about now?
Ming Dynasty will also become the maker of the rules of the game, and even become the leader.
And what to rely on to lead?
Of course it depends on force!
Cannons are justice!
Bombardment, constant bombardment!
In the past days, the Ming Dynasty was either bombarding with heavy artillery or bombing with airships.
In the past three days, the shelling of heavy artillery has become the only sound here.
This is the Montevideo front line. After several heavy rains, the trenches turned into mud puddles, with water and mud everywhere, and rats swimming in the mud puddles.
Like all soldiers on the front line, Zhao Zhuokun squatted at the bottom of the muddy trench, smoking a cigarette in the mud, waiting for orders.
Twenty-three-year-old Zhao Zhuokun was a common man in Ruzhou of the Qing Dynasty four months ago, struggling on the edge of life and death due to hunger. Later, like many others, he jumped on a train and took a boat to immigrate to the Ming Dynasty.
He is now a first-class private in the 1st Platoon, 2nd Platoon, 9th Company, 3rd Battalion, 21st Division, 73rd Regiment, 3rd Army of the Ming Dynasty.
The monthly military pay is ten yuan, and the battlefield allowance is ten yuan per day...
Even now, Zhao Zhuokun can still recite his military pay from memory. When he was in his hometown in Ruzhou, let alone military pay, he could not earn even a dime of silver even if he worked hard for a day. Moreover, he was still in charge of food, and he had three meals a day.
Not only that, you can eat meat every day.
After a few months, Zhao Zhuokun, who was originally sallow and thin, not only became rosy, but also gained a lot of weight and became stronger.
Here is a parallel trench less than 300 meters away from the Brazilian army's forward position. In front of it is the Brazilian army's defense line. Under the continuous bombardment, there were bomb craters everywhere near the Brazilian army's trenches, and the bomb craters destroyed everything.
All barbed wire fences, trenches, and bunkers were destroyed during shelling and bombing.
When he first arrived here, Zhao Zhuokun once stood on the trench and looked at the situation on the other side. There were barbed wires, neat parapets, and fortifications everywhere. But now? All he saw were just ruins.
"I don't know when we can kill him!"
Standing in muddy water up to his ankles, Yue Zhuokun heard the squad leader complaining.
"I just have an idea right now, kill them all, kill all the slave owners, and then take a nice hot bath."
"We're still taking a shower. If we can just soak our feet, we'll be satisfied..."
On the battlefield, everyone's requirements have been reduced to the minimum. At the beginning, they may still have thoughts of this or that, but now? Washing your feet has become a luxury.
At this moment, a sound like a "wild boar howling" came from the air again.
"It's a 240 mortar!"
The reason why this kind of mortar is called "Flying Pig" in the Ming Dynasty Army is because when its shells fly, they make a sound similar to the "wild boar howl", which is the sound of an 81.6 kilogram shell piercing the sky.
This large-caliber mortar is the largest caliber mortar in the Ming Dynasty. Although its range is only two kilometers, its power is astonishing and can destroy any fortification.
The next moment, in an earth-shaking violent explosion, dozens of huge clouds of smoke exploded from the Brazilian army's position. The twisted and deformed trenches became even more twisted. In the smoke and clouds of the explosion, there were also some Brazilian soldiers who were blown up into the sky.
Soldiers, they were torn apart and thrown into the air like rag dolls...
The shelling became more and more intensive.
Just then, the battalion commander came.
"Everyone, get ready, the attack will begin in half an hour!"
The attack began. Although everyone was looking forward to the attack before, when the order was given, people became a little nervous. Zhao Zhuokun's nervous palms were sweating. He saw the platoon leader standing on the ladder, looking up.
Above the trench.
Suddenly, there was a violent explosion, shaking of the ground, and strong wind blowing over their heads. Zhao Zhuokun felt the impact of the explosion of the 240mm shell for the first time. Several comrades even sat down on the ground without paying attention.
"Damn it, I knew that, that's the only thing about mortars... they're not accurate!"
The old man who sat up from the swamp carefully wiped the muddy rifle clean with his sleeve, cursing as he wiped it.
"If one of that thing misses, it will cost our lives!"
Goudan, who was covered in mud, was holding a rifle and staring nervously at the trench.
Suddenly, harsh bugles sounded from several directions, and the Suzaku flag with the company number on it was raised from the trench. The company platoon leaders raised their revolvers and shouted loudly under the Suzaku flag.
"Quick, quick..."
There is no need to listen to what they are shouting at this time, everyone knows that they are about to set off.
"Brothers, follow me!"
The squad leader roared at the top of his throat, stepped onto the wooden ladder beside the trench, held the edge of the ladder with one hand, and held the rifle in the other. He jumped out of the trench three times. In front of him was the Brazilian army's defense line shrouded in gunpowder smoke - in the continuous
During the shelling and bombing, the defense line had long been bombed and full of craters.
On the endless front line, the soldiers poured out of the ditch like ants, and countless red Suzaku flags danced and rolled on the black soil. At this moment, the squad leader ran to Zhao Zhuokun and kicked him.
:
"Son, why are you so stunned? Follow me, hurry up."
Everyone was running forward in a skirmish formation, with the target being the Brazilian trenches. As long as they rushed there and occupied the trenches, they would have completed their mission.
The distance of two hundred meters is not that far.
In front of them were numerous large and small craters, many of which were filled with rainwater.
"Boom! Boom..."
Almost as soon as they emerged from the trenches, the Brazilian mortars fired. Shells exploded among the soldiers from time to time, and muddy water and debris flew across the battlefield.
The bullets from the Brazilians in front of them hit like raindrops, hitting the ground and creating splashing pillars of mud. Several soldiers fell down as soon as they rushed out more than ten meters. The flag bearer holding the military flag suddenly paused, and he was stunned.
He fell to the ground.
The flag, at the moment when the flag fell, Zhao Zhuokun thought of what the officers said when he was in the new barracks, the military flag cannot fall! The military flag is flying!
The flag, the flag cannot fall. Looking at the fallen military flag, Zhao Zhuokun stepped forward to pick up the flag without hesitation. In just a few steps, he rushed over and then raised the Suzaku flag again - that was their battle flag.
flag.
"kill!"
Zhao Zhuokun, who was holding the military flag, turned around and shouted like a fallen flag-bearer. His expression was excited, and the Suzaku flag he held high was fluttering in the wind.
With the flag in his hand, he accelerated suddenly and was at the front of the company.
Flag bearer!
He is the soldier with the highest death rate.
The flag bearer is the vanguard and must be at the forefront.
Moreover, the flag bearer is the enemy's priority. Everyone knows that when the flag falls, the enemy's morale will also fall.
In the twisted trench, the Brazilian guns flashed in front of the soldiers. Zhao Zhuokun, who was rushing at the front, felt the bullets whizzing past his ears and hitting his face and feet.
The bullets seemed to be aimed at him, but they all avoided him. It seemed that the Suzaku Flag was protecting him.
But at this moment, he felt a heat in his chest, as if something penetrated his body. There was no pain or other feelings. When it flew out, he only felt that all his strength was being absorbed.
When it was taken out, people fell down involuntarily.
Thirty to forty meters away from the enemy's trench, Zhao Zhuokun was shot. He threw himself to the ground and fell. He did not fall, but knelt there leaning on the flagpole.
He just knelt there, holding the military flag in his hand, like a statue that would not fall down. The military flag was swaying in the wind in the smoke. In the next moment, the soldiers passed by him and headed towards the Brazilian position.
, a soldier passing by him raised the military flag again. The raised military flag continued to move forward in the smoke of gunpowder. No one in the world could stop his progress...
(End of chapter)
This chapter has been completed!