On the second defensive position, Wu Chuyu, a young soldier of the National Defense Force, lay excitedly in the trenches, staring at the front with wide eyes, holding a Minjiu rifle in his hand tightly. He has always been a chattering man, now biting a small wooden stick to prevent his teeth from trembling and biting his tongue.

This is the method taught by the squad leader Gui Ermao. Gui Ermao said that no matter how powerful the recruits are, they will always be nervous during the first battle, and their teeth will tremble and they will bite their tongues if they accidentally get their teeth tremble.

Wu Chuyu asked what to do if he bites his tongue. Gui Ermao thought for a long time and said, "If he bites his tongue, it will take several days to eat. If he does not have the energy to fight, he will be defeated."

Wu Chuyu quickly bit the small piece of wood and nervously worried that he would not bite his tongue.

"Looking at your fearful look, hahaha, tender chicken." Gui Ermao began to laugh again after caring.

Wu Chuyu quickly pretended to be relaxed and shook his head, which caused a burst of ridicule from the veterans around him.

When the sound of the enemy cavalry's hooves resounded through the sky, Wu Chuyu really wanted to stretch out his head to look, but as soon as he stuck out his butt, he kicked Gui Ermao down and cursed: "Be careful of the enemy's infantry cannons and mortars, you idiot."

"boom!"

Sure enough, a shell exploded around them, and a pile of mud hit them, leaving Gui Ermao and Wu Chuyu's entire helmets full of sand. The sand in Central Asia was dry and soft, causing several people around to eat a stomach of ashes, and people kept complaining. The sentry observed it and said, "There are still 1,500 meters left, ready to shoot."

The sound of pulling the gun bolt sounded, and some soldiers even checked the magazine specially. Wu Chuyu didn't know what to do after pulling the gun bolt. He wanted to stand up but was afraid of being scolded by the squad leader, so he had to stare at the squad leader. Gui Ermao said angrily: "Look at what I'm doing, check it out."

“What to check?”

"Grenades. Number of bullets, magazine preparation, shoelaces not tied properly, belts not loose, you fool."

"Okay." Wu Chuyu hurriedly checked his shoelaces. At this time, he heard a sound: "One thousand meters away! Prepare!" The people around him immediately stood up and aimed. He quickly lay on the earth bunker. Seeing the horse galloping from opposite sides rushing towards his position in the artillery fire, he was immediately frightened.

"Six hundred meters distance!"

"Five hundred meters!"

At this moment, a sudden order was heard and shouted: "Let's fire!"

"Bang bang bang..."

A series of gunfire sounded, and the war horses and cavalry were hit one after another and fell to the ground, and at the same time they tripped the cavalry behind them. They had good riding skills and jumped over the corpse and continued to charge. A cavalry took only twenty seconds to 500 meters to be enough. Ordinary soldiers can use the Minji rifle to shoot ten bullets in twenty seconds, which is the capacity of a magazine.

The bullets were scattered like rain, and the Soviet vanguard cavalry were killed and injured countless times. The cavalry was a military branch that only needed to know the attack. Any country in the world believed in the principle of "cavalry not retreating". Even if the Chinese bullets came like rain, the Soviet cavalry fell over on their horses, and were even trampled to death by their cavalry in the rear. The cavalry still waved their swords to charge.

"Ula!" The enemy was roaring.

The Soviet artillery fire had already begun to shoot at the rear of the Chinese position, directly hitting the cement wall of the Kizil Fortress. However, because of its small diameter, only a trace was smashed out. The fortress cannons also aimed at attacking in the darkness, giving the Soviet artillery group great damage.

After lying in the trenches and shooting continuously, Wu Chuyu didn't know if he had hit it. He shot all the first magazine in a daze or mechanical manner. Those bullets were either really hit on the war horse or flew to somewhere. The shooting speed of the Minjiu rifle was almost the same as that of Li Enfield, and it was one of the two fastest-firing rifles in the world. Only a country rich in resources like China will use it, and even Americans are unwilling to use this rifle. Of course, the big reason why Americans are unwilling to use this rifle is not an economic problem, but because the caliber of Americans and Chinese rifles is different.

Wu Chuyu was a radical young student three months ago. Now he is a soldier in the war. He once thought about war and sacrificed for the country, but that was just imagination. Now, everything is real, he is afraid, and he sensitively avoided the enemy's bullets - this extraordinary awareness made him lucky to avoid three death threats. Gui Ermao also looked at him with admiration for his prediction of danger on the battlefield. Although this kid is annoying in his daily life, it is very useful on the battlefield.

"boom!"

The shells hit Chen Jian, a soldier from Shaanxi Mizhi beside Wu Chuyu. Chen Jian opened his mouth and couldn't speak. Wu Chuyu quickly ran over, pressed his wound and asked, "What do you want to say?"

"I..." Chen Jian made a voice with difficulty, but couldn't speak the following words. After opening his mouth for a while, he closed his eyes.

"Veter, veteran!" Wu Chuyu shouted, but Chen Jian was dead, and his body was slowly getting cold.

Gui Ermao ran over along the trench, touched Chen Jian's nose, felt that he was not breathing, and sighed. "He is dead."

"He is younger than me." Wu Chuyu said, "He is only seventeen."

Gui Ermao smiled bitterly and said, "Continue fighting, the sound of cannons stopped."

"Squad leader, are we all heroes in the future?"

"Yes."

"We're dead, will anyone remember?"

"After we die, we will be sent to the Martyrs' Temple, and people from later generations will remember us." Gui Ermao said, and he laughed loudly: "Brothers, fight to the death today, and see you in the Martyrs' Temple in the future."

"See you again in the Martyrs' Temple in the future!" the other brothers shouted with laughter.

"See you again in the Martyrs' Temple in the future!" More people shouted and echoed.

"The Martyrs' Temple..." Wu Chuyu murmured to himself, "Where is the Martyrs' Temple?"

Several Soviet infantry took the opportunity to rush up, and Wu Chuyu immediately lay in the trenches to aim at the enemy. His shooting speed increased, but the accuracy was still so poor. Fortunately, he still had four magazines. After shooting the photobullets, he didn't know if he had hit the enemy, so he immediately changed the magazine and continued to shoot.

At this time, the strangest scene appeared on the battlefield. When the enemy's high-speed mobile cavalry approached the second-tier position of China, they suddenly disappeared from the flat bottom with a loud bang, and they fell into the trenches that the Chinese had already prepared for.

The enemy cavalry fell into the trenches one by one like dumplings. At this time, the mortars and grenade guns that had already aimed at the trenches began to exert their power, and the trajectory sounds spread throughout the battlefield.

"Shoot, and gasoline, burn it for me." The official shouted. Soon, the gasoline in the trenches of the horses was ignited, and the enemy cavalry was immediately burned to death in the trenches of the horses. The Soviet cavalry behind them continued to fall into the sea of ​​fire because they could not dodge.

"Bastard! What happened there?" Parmaineko, the commander of the 13th Cavalry Division, saw his cavalry disappearing in rows as if he was pushed off a cliff, and screamed. "Is this the entrance to hell?"

"Comrade Commander, I guess where the enemy dug a deep pit." The staff officer said quickly.

"Follow over, brave cavalry! Machine gun carriage, machine gun carriage attack me!" Parmaineco ordered loudly, "Blast the cannons, and suppress the Chinese field cannons."

The Soviet machine gun carriage was an invention similar to a tank, but it was faster than a tank and was driven by two horses. The carriage usually sat three to four people, one coachman, one machine gun shooter, and one to two deputy shooters. While running, relying on the vitality of the machine gun to suppress the place to facilitate the cavalry to break through. However, the Chinese artillery was everywhere. At this time, it was night again. The Russian heavy machine guns on the machine gun carriage were very likely to injure their own people, so they did not invest at the beginning. However, the frustration of the vanguard troops made the Soviet cavalry command unable to stand it, so he decisively ordered the machine gun carriage to attack.

"Ula!Ula!" Under the cover of the Soviet carriage machine guns, the Cossack cavalry wielded their swords and charged again.

The power of the Soviet cavalry cannons was not great, especially the trenches of the Central ** team were built very strongly and reasonably, so that the Soviet cannons could not exert their inherent power. The fortress cannons were undoubtedly a sword on the head of the Soviet army. Only one 260mm shell could create a death zone with a diameter of fifteen meters. Parmaineko angrily cursed the surrendered Russians forever. If they destroyed the fortress cannons before surrendering, how easy it would be now.

Obviously, the first wave of Soviet cavalry was frightened by the sudden appearance of the horse-stricken trench. Why did the brothers in front suddenly disappear?

The Chinese artillery fire and grenades made them realize that it was not that the comrades suddenly disappeared, but that they fell into a huge trap. The Chinese were really childish and ridiculous. Do they really think that a trap could stop the great Soviet cavalry? However, the continuous cavalry fell in continuously, which also played a certain buffering role.

The ability to withstand horses and trenches is enough to pass through infantry but not through cavalry. Some cavalry grabbed the wooden frame supporting the trap with both hands when the horses fell into the trap, and the result was even more unlucky to be shot by Chinese soldiers as gun targets.

Dada dada...

The tragic death of the Soviet army made the Chinese soldiers excited. The bloody Chinese soldiers who rushed to their foreheads became more and more braver, and the bullets became more and more accurate. Mortars kept frying the Soviet cavalry into meat sauce, and the blood smell in the air became stronger.
Chapter completed!