1552: C1552 Slaughtered Animal

C1552 Slaughtered Animal

1I saw Mercenaries leading the charge with guns, and some Revolutionary Army warriors that they had previously captured, just like how the extremely evil Japanese used the butt of his spear and his bayonet to force the Chinese people into the mines. There were more than twenty poor prisoners, all in rags, their faces ashen, their arms tied together like cattle waiting to be slaughtered.

The sound of gunfire had stopped, the position had been enveloped in death, the air had frozen, and only the wind continued to blow the metallic sound into every corner.

At that moment, I felt a drum pounding in my head, so loud that I had to reach out and cover my ears.

It occurred to me that there was no such thing as an Iron-Blood soldier in the world, unless he wasn't a human being.

As the captives got closer, suddenly, someone's throat let out a cry, and that crying sound vibrated in the dead water like a gong: "Fuck your Mercenaries grandmother! Me... "Big brother!"

It turned out that the soldier's brother was among the captives.

It was very obvious that Mercenaries used this poison plan in order to shake the morale of the troops. Not shooting is equivalent to suicide, but if they were to give the order to shoot, would you guys be able to make a move against your own people? Can your conscience agree?

As time passed, those gray figures got closer and closer. One kilometer, eight hundred meters, six hundred meters … They could clearly see the dejected faces of the prisoners even without the use of binoculars.

For a moment, I didn't have any idea. I just stared at Qin and Lee Shun.

At that moment, I realized that I would never be a real soldier. I didn't know what to do when it happened. I tried to think if I had ever seen such a scene in a movie or television, and how it had been handled.

He tried his best to think of a clear shot, but failed to do so.

I believe this is the most difficult moment of Lee Shun and Qin's Revolutionary Army career: either they shoot, or surrender, or give up their positions. Abandoning a position was tantamount to death, shooting was a sinner, what were they supposed to do as commanders?

To my astonishment, Wu easily resolved what seemed to me to be an irreconcilable contradiction, saying in a faint voice to those around him, including me and Lee Shun, "The enemy is in custody. Attack, and the captives will no longer be captives. They will become weapons of the enemy to destroy us.

"The enemy's weapon is, of course, part of the enemy, and a more dangerous part, like the heavy machine gun in the enemy's hand. To destroy the enemy's weapon is to destroy the enemy, or to destroy the enemy must destroy the enemy's weapon. "So, I order — shoot!"

When he said that, Qin's expression was pained, and his facial muscles twitched a few times.

Lee Shun seemed to suddenly wake up and shouted: "Listen to Chief of Staff, all of you — shoot! "Shoot!"

Lee Shun's voice sounded painful and hysterical.

Responsibility shattered conscience! Sense defeated emotion!

I can't agree with Qin, but I have to admit that he has a point. Even if the captives were 'weapons', it would not change the fact that they were fellow comrades, comrades with emotions, flesh and blood, and that they were being coerced by the enemy using bayonets!

So I think it's a war of shooting at my own conscience and feelings. Comrades are scattered all over the place, blood is flowing in rivers, only the duty of a soldier shines brightly, standing erect in the sky and shining with the sun and the moon!

I believe that at this moment, every single Revolutionary Army soldier's soul was in unbearable pain. This kind of pain cannot be described with words, so their faces all became distorted, and they let out crazy roars like wild beasts. Grief and hatred melted them at the same time, turning them into demons, and then into true soldiers.

The enemy's evil plot was quickly crushed. They left behind corpses several times the size of captives and fled in panic. The captives were all eliminated without leaving a single survivor.

Qin took the opportunity to give the order to give chase, and more than ten mercenaries were captured alive.

The Gurkish, with their stony, dark skin and stony expressions, knew that they would not have a good end. Their eyes were wide with fear, and their bodies were trembling like leaves.

Looking at Qin's current expression, I felt as if the sky was spinning and the earth was spinning around him. His entire body was trembling and the muscles on his face were painfully twitching.

Lee Shun pressed his hand on Qin's shoulder as if he was comforting him. Then, without even looking at the Mercenaries captives, he spat out a few words: "To gouge out my heart and liver, to pay tribute to the fallen brothers."

Hearing this, I was stunned.

Even though I was stunned, for some reason, I didn't do anything to stop him.

But I didn't watch the execution either.

It was as if war meant murder, and cruelty, and the loss of humanity, and the release of the power of evil.

At this moment, it was the same for both sides.

The outcome of the battle had not progressed, and Mercenaries was finally unable to hold it in anymore. As he continued to attack plateau number 3, he also ordered all the main force of Mercenaries to cross the river and come out at full strength, in an attempt to completely destroy Revolutionary Army's position.

For a time, the two banks of the river were packed with Mercenaries, and dozens of boats and bamboo rafts were ferrying back and forth on the surface of the river. The front of the position was attacked by the enemy in a frenzy.

At this moment, Lee Shun issued an order: "Keep a firm position, don't retreat a single step. Those who retreat — Kill!"

As we watched the Mercenaries climb to the shore in a steady stream, they prepared to gather and launch an even fiercer charge at us.

Lee Shun said to Qin, "Chief of Staff, let's go to the reserve team. Bring out all of your family assets."

He looked at the army that was as dense as ants at the foot of the mountain, nodded, and ordered his men to turn on the radio to call for the reserve team. At the same time, he also ordered everyone on Revolutionary Army to gather all the heavy weapons on the third plateau.

The so-called heavy weapons were just a dozen or so heavy machine guns and six light mortars.

Very quickly, these weapons were gathered from all over the position and were placed in the appropriate position. Their muzzles and muzzles were aimed at Mercenaries that was already ashore at the foot of the mountain and crossing the river.

Seeing that most of the Mercenaries had passed the river and the fire had reached its peak, Qin, who had already planned in advance, started to order his men to open fire.

Instantly, mortars and heavy machine guns began to roar, striking at the crowded Mercenaries beside the river. The artillery shells blew up the unprepared crowd, causing the boats and bamboo rafts that were crossing the river to sink and scatter. The Mercenaries that had fallen into the river was also swept away by the cold and swift torrent of water. The heavy machine gun threw the dense large caliber bullets towards the Mercenaries position, turning the lively and noisy ferry into a slaughterhouse with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

The nightmare ended, as if it had suddenly begun, the gunfire stopped, and the air was quiet again. The torrential river water flowed on as usual, the hot sun shining through the smoke and shining vividly on the earth. I saw that the grass and trees along the river bank were still burning, the corpses on the ground were still bleeding, the wounded horses were still whining, and the wide river surface was as calm as ever, as if nothing had happened.

When the strong reserve team arrived, Revolutionary Army formed a tight encirclement around the Mercenaries at the foot of the mountain, and the situation completely reversed. Colonel Badan and his Mercenaries were suppressed at the foot of the mountain, becoming a lone army cut off by the river.

Now it was Revolutionary Army's turn to attack. In a split-second, hundreds of mortar rounds rained down on the enemy's position. The Mercenaries was being suppressed on the ground, as if they had fallen into a trap set by their opponents, so they had no choice but to retreat towards the river bank in a panic.

The Burmese Army in the West Bank knew that the situation was not good, and had already abandoned their allies to retreat. The turbid waves on the surface of the river were empty, and not a single bamboo raft boat was able to cross the river.

Lee Shun gave the order to attack.

The end of the Mercenaries arrived.

The Revolutionary Army soldier bellowed as he rushed out of the trench, shooting towards the enemy troops like a dense rain of grenades.

In the gray fog of the grenade explosion, Mercenaries finally had nowhere to run. The great river in Myanmar finally mercilessly cut off their hope of survival.

Colonel Badan was an old colonial soldier. He valued honor more than life, and since honor was shattered, what was the point of life? So he had no pity for himself or anyone else.

I looked through my binoculars and saw the colonel standing on the bank of the river, staring blankly at the raging river that flowed down from the roof of the world.

The Burmese river had had nothing to do with him. He was British, and there was a famous river in London called the Thames. His hometown was probably in the upper Thames. It was unknown what kind of mysterious fate had guided him to this river filled with danger. He saw enemies everywhere in the mountains. Those enemies were all bent over with weapons in hand, and they let out roars like hunters driving away wild beasts.

I think, by this time, he should have realized that he would never be able to return to Europe, to the famous river of his hometown.

I saw the British colonel slowly raise his gun.

He knew that the enemy would not forgive him, just as he would never forgive the enemy. He tried to straighten his back, his long thin body like an exclamation point, his military uniform as if under review.

He seemed to be calmly pulling the trigger, inviting death. With a brief shot, the colonel swayed and slid slowly into the river. A whirlpool carried him away, and a lock of golden hair was revealed on the surface of the river.

The victory in the battle had ended, and the Mercenaries Group had been completely annihilated. Only a few people had managed to escape after swimming across the river with logs and bamboo in their arms.

Lee Shun inspected the battlefield. He saw scorched earth, corpses strewn across the fields, and groups of captives being brought over. These black Gurkha from the roof of the world were all dejected.

I saw Lee Shun, who was in front of victory, suddenly filled with sadness. He raised his head and muttered something to the heavens, and I just happened to hear those words. I seemed to have read Lee Shun's complicated mood.

He said, "My God, why the hell am I fighting? Guilty, who is guilty? "

I know that Wu De was the culprit behind all of this.

At this time, Wu De was waiting for the Hsinghai to bring good news of victory. Unfortunately, he was disappointed once again. His scheme had gone bankrupt and failed.

He didn't know how Wu De would feel after knowing the final result.

The sky was dark and the mountains were speechless. Lee Shun's sadness and confusion might be the tragedy. As Revolutionary Army and Mercenaries, these were two rootless, exiled armies. Their fates were the same, and they both fought for their lives, just like the two ancient Roman slaves who performed in the beast fighting arena when they died. One was killed, while the other obtained a temporary victory.

From this point of view, Mercenaries was a mirror that allowed Lee Shun to faintly see the fate of Revolutionary Army in the future.

I don't know if this mood will shake Lee Shun's spiritual belief.

A captain came to ask for instructions on how to deal with the prisoners. Lee Shun pondered for a moment and made an unexpected decision: release the prisoners, bury the dead from both sides, and set up a stone tablet by the river to commemorate the deaths of all the soldiers.

The fate of the other Kachin army was very different.

After dealing with the Mercenaries, Lee Shun ordered a siege on Ke Xin Jun.

The news of the Mercenaries being completely annihilated spread to the West Bank, and like a thunderclap, caused a great panic in the Burmese Army. On the same day, a Company Commander ordered his own company to retreat. In the end, without waiting for Revolutionary Army to cross the river to give chase, Burmese Army automatically retreated, escaping from the battle zone like running, all the way to the eastern branch city of Shan State's capital.

The problem was that Burmese Army's retreat had neglected to inform the Kachin troops on the northwest line. Those mountain warriors from the Mountain Tribe didn't have any radio stations or modern means of communication, so the only way they could send orders was to send people flying barefoot. But this time, they were obviously careless victims, and their leader was still in the dark even when Revolutionary Army surrounded them.

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