Eight hundred and sixtieth chapters bloody battle in the south of the city (2)
Boom boom boom.
The roar of the tank sounded, the ferocious barrels kept swinging, and large-caliber shells roared out.
Boom boom.
Wow.
Mud splashed and smoke rose.
The first trench defense line is stationed by the first main regiment of the Indonesian Forest Corps. The regiment leader is Wu Xin, a butcher who had been with He Zhenzhong for a period of time in Indonesia. The soldiers in this regiment are all vengeful men, because their family members are basically
He was brutally murdered by Indonesian thugs during the anti-Chinese riot.
Looking at the roaring Vietnamese tanks, his face was still cold, and his eyes revealed a strong cold murderous intent.
"Brothers, the Vietnamese boys are here, are you ready?"
"It has been prepared for a long time."
"My gun is already dead."
"Fuck him."
The voice sounded, revealing a firmness.
"Once upon a time, we were humiliated and stood idle under the butcher's knife of the Indonesians. It was the motherland that sent troops from thousands of miles away to rescue us. Now, it is our time to repay the motherland." Wu Xin's cold voice sounded in the trench, "Our family
, all our relatives are dead, and the bloody facts tell us that without a strong motherland, the humiliation will never disappear from us. Now, let us fight bloody battles to the end for the rise of the Chinese nation."
"Fight bloody to the end."
"Fight bloody to the end."
A stern momentum rose from the first line of defense.
They are all carefree people, and they do not want the tragedy to happen again, so they must use their lives and blood to defend the majesty of the motherland, and use their bones to pave a road for the rise of the motherland.
"Charge and fight to the death without retreating."
As the unintentional order was issued, more than 1,600 men from the first regiment of the Indonesian Forest Corps actually gave up on the trenches that had been mostly destroyed by the bomb at this time, jumped out, like a group of crazy wolves, and headed towards
The Vietnamese army counterattacked and left.
"kill."
A deafening sound sounded.
"Damn bastard, who gave him the order to launch a counterattack? I'm going to kill him, kill him." Song Tianlong shouted in the command post at the rear, but the people around him clearly saw the expression in his eyes.
A look of moistness and deep pain. Watching his soldiers and brothers fall into a pool of blood one after another. Nothing is more painful than this.
He couldn't save him, he couldn't. He had to lead people to deploy layer by layer to stop the Vietnamese army and drag their vitality here. Song Tianlong closed his eyes in pain, clenched his fists, and his nails were deeply pierced.
It entered the flesh and blood and fell down in a trickle.
The surrounding officers also sighed, with sad and determined expressions on their faces. Looking at the figures holding weapons in front of them, jumping out of the trenches and charging towards the Vietnamese army resolutely, they raised their hands and took off their military uniforms.
hat, and then slowly raised their right hands.
The first regiment obviously wanted to use this suicidal charge to catch the Vietnamese army off guard, thereby blocking the Vietnamese army's attack and buying time for the air force and artillery that were moving their positions.
But, how many people who rushed out can come back alive?
They don't dare to think about it, and they don't want to think about it.
If it were the whole country, they believed that they could easily crush this place at a small price. However, they now only have so many troops and weapons and equipment, and the army of the Republic is on guard against Russia's million-strong army in the north and the imminent move in the east.
Americans. Everyone knows that the Republic has reached its most difficult situation. It may be difficult to find a way out without paying the price of blood.
The people of the Vietnamese army obviously never thought that in the face of the charge of their two divisions, and the coordination of a large number of tanks and chariots, those Chinese people would still have the courage to counterattack. Are these guys crazy?
No.
Not crazy.
It's because they want to win too much.
Once, they were weak and they gave in. So, in Indonesia, they were fed up with the bullying and watched their relatives die tragically at the hands of those thugs. They did not want the tragedy to happen again.