When those Argentinians who were lucky enough to survive were driven to the battlefield again, the quiet night sky was torn apart again - a harsh whistling sound sounded in the sky again.
Shelling!
A new round of shelling once again came to those Argentines who were almost collapsed.
When the Argentines once again met their deaths in a devastating shelling, the attack bugle sounded in the trenches of the South China Army, and the trumpeters blew the urgent bugle.
For Marino and some others who had fought against the South Chinese Army, these sounds were the screams of the devil in their mouths.
For the Argentines, this is just the first time they have experienced these sounds.
"beep……"
Amidst the sound of the trumpets, harsh whistles pierced the sky and the earth. Even amidst the rumbling cannons, the whistles were still clearly audible.
"kill!"
When the squad and platoon leader's offensive whistle blew, the battlefield immediately began to boil. Nearly 4,000 officers and soldiers of the 4th and 5th regiments rushed out of the trenches one after another. Under the cover of artillery fire, they carried their rifles and headed toward Argentina.
The human fortress launched a charge.
Like huge waves, they charged towards the Argentine's destroyed defense line. The soldiers who jumped out of the trenches looked at the billowing smoke and rising fireballs on the enemy's defense line with dumbfounded eyes.
However, the Argentines did not wait to be killed. Their artillery was also roaring. After learning from Marino that the South China Army would launch a charge during the bombardment, General Alsina made some targeted adjustments. He tried to use
Artillery to stop the attack of the South Chinese army.
Although the Argentinian artillery fire was far from comparable to that of the South China Army, heavy artillery shells suddenly hit the vicinity of the soldiers, raising huge clouds of smoke and still causing widespread death.
In the violent explosions, soldiers were blown into the air from time to time, but the Argentine shelling could not stop the soldiers' feet. Amid the violent explosions and shock waves, and under the hail of deadly bullets, thousands of
The soldiers of the plan were charging forward with their backs bent.
They were running very fast, and the choking smell of gunpowder made the running soldiers feel a little suffocated. Wang Taisheng, who was rushing in front, felt his heart clenching into a ball. The smell of gunpowder choked him so much that he couldn't breathe.
He could only feel the smell of gunpowder in his mouth and nose, so he ran with all his strength...
"Beep...beep...beep..."
Whistles and bugles echoed on the battlefield, and the sound of artillery and gunfire covered up the shouts of the officers. Like everyone else, Wang Taisheng could only distinguish his fate from the whistles as he did during training.
"Where's the flag? Where's the flag?"
Wang Taisheng's eyes searched for the small red flag held by the platoon leader in the gunpowder smoke, but the gunpowder smoke blocked his sight. He could only numbly maintain a certain distance with his comrades, continue to run forward, and like them,
They yelled "kill". Their roar was so loud that it was even like thunder. There seemed to be only one voice left on the battlefield - "kill, kill...".
The violent shouts of killing vented people's inner fear and tension, causing the soldiers to charge into the battle without hesitation.
When the soldiers ran, the hard and low military boots on their feet stepped on the earth, and even the earth trembled, swayed, and groaned under their footsteps!
one kilometer!
One kilometer of life and death!
Although the ten-minute artillery preparations had destroyed most of the shelters and caused many Argentines to collapse, in the few surviving bunkers, the surviving Argentines were still waiting for this moment.
"They're coming!"
When he saw the figure in the smoke through the thick smoke, the machine gunner in the bunker shook the handle.
After shaking the handle, the barrel of the machine gun rotated half a circle and suddenly screamed for joy.
“Tum…Tum…”
The dull sound of machine gunfire echoed in the fortifications. The firepower of the 11mm Gatling machine gun was extremely amazing, but it only knocked down several soldiers who were charging forward as soon as it fired.
Although the Argentinians responded quickly and began to fight back before the smoke cleared, most of those who were lucky enough to survive the new round of shelling and were still in shock had not yet recovered.
At that moment, when I heard a wave of killing cries, I almost watched helplessly when I saw a group of enemies like wolves and tigers rushing over.
"kill!"
Although they couldn't understand what they were shouting, when they rushed over with rifles and bayonets in hand, the Argentines still felt the breath of death!
Not the breath!
But death!
These people are like demons coming out of hell, bringing death!
Without any sloppy movements, the soldiers who rushed over were like tigers descending the mountain, thrusting forward with their bayonets. The bayonets sank into their bodies before the Argentines could even recover.
In the next moment, the fierce collision turned into a battle. The battle was the most primitive and the bloodiest battle. In the trenches, the enemy and we fought with bayonets. Although the Nanhua side had the advantage at the first glance, Nanhua had the upper hand.
But after a moment of confusion, facing the threat of death, those Argentinians also burst out with unprecedented courage - courage inspired by the desire to survive!
In the fierce collision, the trenches were full of shouts of death. They stabbed each other with bayonets, smashed them with rifle butts, and even bit each other with their teeth.
"kill!"
Wang Taisheng, who jumped into the trench like his comrades, stabbed the enemy with his rifle, but the enemy flicked his bayonet away, and the bayonet pierced the trench wall. Wang Taisheng, who could not pull out the gun,
Seeing the opponent coming towards him, he immediately rushed over and started fighting with the opponent.
The two were fighting in the trench. Wang Taisheng, who was pinned to the ground by the ghost guy, grabbed his arms like iron pliers. Wang Taisheng was trapped and unable to move, and his head was hit one after another by the opponent.
After a few moments, he felt dazed and dizzy. He stared at the ghost guy's neck and bit it fiercely. Although he was pressed by the ghost guy, his teeth were biting the opponent's throat.
Amidst the screams, the ghost guy whose throat was bitten let go and hit Wang Qinsheng's head with his fist.
"Crack..."
Wang Tai, who was knocked unconscious, refused to let go even if he was beaten continuously. Even though his head was hit repeatedly, he still gritted his teeth with all his strength. For a moment, he even heard the sound of his teeth biting his throat.
Blood rushed to his mouth during the pain, and the smelly blood almost choked him to death.
Finally, the ghost's fist lost its strength and stopped struggling. He just pressed Wang Taisheng softly.
"ah……"
As soon as he released his mouth, he pushed the ghost guy away violently. Wang Taisheng grabbed the grenade and hit the ghost guy on the head like a hammer.
"Let them beat me up, let you beat me up..."
Wang Taisheng, whose head was covered in blood, didn't know how many times he hit it, and smashed the ghost's head directly. When the brains were splashed, he looked at the ghost who had been dead for a long time.
Wang Taisheng breathed a sigh of relief. Now he turned into a bloody man. His head and face were covered with blood. He didn't know whether it was the ghost's or his own.
"I, I'm still alive..."
Suddenly, I suddenly relaxed, and I couldn't help but pee flowing down my pants...
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