He raised his wrist and looked at the time, "Is the artillery division ready?"
"It has been set up and is being debugged. The weather is too cold and you still need to get used to it. It will take up to five minutes. It is interesting. It is the first release of Si Academy."
"Very good." Lieutenant General Lao Maozi nodded. In five minutes, the Chinese could not run very far on this snowy field. Huh, his breathing was a little short. When the cannonballs roared away in the sky,
, he will step on the corpses of Chinese people and reach the pinnacle of his military career, becoming a general.
He was even a little impatient.
Didi didi.
The sharp sound rang out. Although it seemed a little weak under the influence of the snowstorm, he still heard it because it was very familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
"What is this sound? Do you hear it?"
"It sounds like a trumpet sound."
Trumpet sound? The guy's face was stunned for a moment, and then his expression changed drastically. He remembered that it was indeed a trumpet sound, but it was the sound of the Charge. Back then, in the Chinese battlefield, whenever this sound sounded, it was Japan.
The Japs are most frightened because, along with the sound of the trumpet, the Chinese troops will charge with no regard for death and no cost.
At the same time, in the Irkutsk river.
Click click click.
The sound of the ice breaking kept sounding, and the snow kept shaking off. One by one, the lurking Chinese soldiers woke up. Maybe they couldn't hear the commander's orders, maybe they were almost frozen to death, but when they charged
When the trumpet sounded, they still moved.
Yes, this is an instinct, an instinct that is integrated into the blood of Chinese soldiers.
The charge horn sounds, charge regardless of the cost.
"kill."
Zhang Xianyu roared angrily, and he thrust his left hand that was holding the river bank. With a crash, his somewhat stiff body rushed up towards the river bank, click, click, his left hand had been holding on to the river bank for too long, and it was already frozen with the ice.
, with such force, it was like a popsicle, the little finger and ring finger were broken and left there.
Because the temperature was too low, the wound froze before the blood flowed out.
"kill."
Hoarse voices rang out, like immortal warriors who had been sleeping for thousands of years, and Chinese soldiers jumped up from the cold and biting river water.
Blah, blah.
Kaka.
Water droplets dripped down, and almost every finger on the left hand of the Chinese soldier was completely frozen off, leaving it there forever.
Behind them, Chinese soldiers were still lying there like ice sculptures, without moving at all. Their young lives had been taken away by the low temperature. They fulfilled their oath as Chinese soldiers with practical actions.