Chapter 44 Peace talks (3)

The moon shone coldly on Qingyun Ridge, and the water-like moonlight slid across the faces of the warriors. Before the visible smoke could be wiped, the steel gun in his hands was better than the bayonet, and the grenades on his waist were prepared for the last moment for him. No one asked the warriors to do this, but in these three days of battle, one warrior after another ended their young life in this way.

Nie Shicheng looked into the distance with a telescope expressionlessly, and the expected reinforcements still did not appear. The Russian army at the foot of the mountain had already begun to light torches, and the Russian army's mobilization could be clearly seen from the mountain. This time it might be the last battle.

"Sir, we are here." The brothers of the mortar artillery were spoken by the two hundred artillery soldiers. These soldiers were treasures in Nie Shicheng's eyes. They would never let them go to the position unless they had to. Although the shells had been shot, Nie Shicheng never allowed them to go to the position. You must know how much effort it takes to train an artillery force these days. But now there is no room for anything. If you don't check it, you will feel the blocking mission. Nie Shicheng himself has no face to go back to see Yang Yi.

The artillery soldiers lined up in front of Nie Shicheng, some holding rifles in their hands, while others simply carried big swords. The only thing in common is that there was a grenade around their waists. Faced with the upcoming sacrifice, the warriors' faces were calm. Life and death had become less important at this moment. What was important was whether death was worth it. Nie Shicheng also wanted to say something, but when he spoke, he felt that any words were so pale at this moment.

"Order the artillery, after the shooting, the shells, this may be the last battle." Pi Deluofu gave the last order coldly. Tonight under Qingyun Ridge, it may be really the last moment for him and this army.

The Russian artillery fire was raging in the final rage. After three days, the lush trees on Qingyun Ridge had been completely destroyed by the artillery fire, and the broken trees could be seen everywhere on the hillsides.

"The devils are coming." The soldier who stayed on the position to observe shouted. Nie Shicheng suddenly grabbed the rifle beside him and shouted: "Enter the position."

Under the illumination of torches, the Russian army shouted "Ula" and rushed towards the position again. The Russian army was getting closer and closer, and the soldiers on the mountain could clearly see the hideous and crazy eyes under the torches.

"Fight!" Nie Shicheng ordered, the weapons in the hands of the soldiers roared angryly, and rows of Russian soldiers were knocked to the ground, but the others continued to pounce on them without fear of death. The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer. Thirty meters, twenty meters, and fifteen meters.

Nie Shicheng suddenly jumped out of the trench and shouted loudly: "Blow the charge and follow me to kill."

The sound of the charge trumpet sounded shrillly this night. Inspired by the sound of the charge, the Chinese warriors stepped out of the trenches, shouted "kill" and rushed towards the enemy facing each other.

Nie Shicheng was the first to kill the Russian army. He stabbed him and stabbed him one by one, pulled out the bayonet, and a stream of blood splattered on Nie Shicheng's face. Before he could wipe away the blood, another Russian bayonet had already stabbed him. Nie Shicheng blocked the chop, swung the Russian bayonet, and roared suddenly: "Kill". A bayonet stabbed into the chest of the Russian soldier. Before he could pull the bayonet back, three Russian soldiers had already rushed over. Nie Shicheng had no time to think too much, and pushed the rifle to the body of the Russian soldier and pushed it towards the three Russian soldiers together. The sword at the waist had been pulled out, and the sword fell with his hand and cut off the head of a Russian soldier with one knife.

Just as Nie Shicheng cut off the head of the Russian army, two or two Russian bayonets also stabbed Nie Shicheng. Nie Shicheng could not dodge and could only hold one of the bayonets with a knife, and then slashed with one stroke. The knife slid down the rifle's gun. The Russian army opposite screamed, his fingers were cut off first, and then he was stabbed hard on his chest. Nie Shicheng also saw a bayonet about to pierce into his body. As soon as Nie Shicheng closed his eyes, his hand reached his waist. The grenade had opened the lid, and waited for Nie Shicheng to pull it, and then pierced into the Russian army.

With the "..." body, Nie Shicheng's expected bayonet did not come. When he looked back, he found that more than a dozen brothers had already killed him with big swords. It was no one else who helped him block the attack. It was Feng Zicai, the leader. These soldiers were all skillful in sword skills. When the big swords were flying, the Russian army kept screaming in the light of the sword. Nie Shicheng smiled slightly at Feng Zicai, turned around and killed two Russian soldiers who rushed forward.

Outnumbered, the Chinese soldiers on the mountain were in this battle. The number of Chinese soldiers was getting fewer and fewer, and gradually they were at a disadvantage. Almost every soldier had to face more than two Russian soldiers. Nie Shicheng didn't know how many Russian soldiers he had cut down, and Feng Zicai kept following him and repeatedly rushing with him. But the more Russian soldiers killed, the more people they killed, and there were no soldiers on the position who fired the grenade at the last moment.

Seeing the brothers beside him being blown up one by one, Nie Shicheng's eyes widened, and the sword in his hand was flying even more fiercely. Feng Zicai, who was beside him, cut down one Russian army after another without saying a word. The two of them were with dozens of brothers, and wherever they went, the Russian army was invincible.

Another brother beside him fell down. Before falling down, he pulled the grenade hard and then rolled into the enemy group with all his might. Feng Zicai was the only one left beside Nie Shicheng. Nie Shicheng suddenly felt particularly awake at this time. It was his turn.

At this critical moment, the Russian army's team suddenly became in chaos. I don't know what they were calling, and they began to retreat in all directions. Nie Shicheng looked up at the distance and saw countless torches appearing behind the Russian army. One by one, one war horse, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, the reinforcements were finally waiting. The five thousand cavalry in Li Xiucheng's hand finally suddenly appeared behind the Russian army at the most critical moment on the battlefield. Taking advantage of the Russian army's attention being completely attracted by the troops on the mountain, the cavalry army made a violent assault and came in from the Russian army's side and behind. The Russian army was in chaos, thinking that the main force of the Chinese army was coming.

Taking advantage of the Russian chaos, five thousand cavalry rushed straight to the mountain. The Russian army could not hide in time and was easily killed by them and successfully joined Nie Shicheng and the others.

Pi Deluofu knew clearly what the appearance of the cavalry meant? The fantasy of the entire army retreating was completely shattered. The desperate Pi Deluofu finally gave an order that he was not willing to die: "Give up the wounded, the whole army attacks, and count as much as he can kill." Pi Deluofu's voice was full of helplessness, a kind of helplessness that failed at the last moment.

Giving up the wounded, the Russian soldiers fully understood the ultimate meaning of this order. They failed and now began to make their final struggle for escape.

The Russian soldiers who were forced into desperate situations muster up their courage again, and like wounded beasts, launched a final charge towards the Qingyunling position. Nie Shicheng, who received reinforcements, did not let the opportunity slip away this time. No matter how desperate the Russian army fought, the Chinese army would not give up in the inch of land, and the position was always firmly in the hands of the Chinese army.

It was dawn, at four o'clock in the morning, the sky was almost bright. The rumbling sound of cannons finally appeared behind the Russian army, and the army led by Li Xiucheng finally arrived. The shocking shouts and killing sounds resounded throughout the sky, and the Chinese army went down the mountain and rushed to the Russian army. After a bloody battle, the Russian army no longer had the fighting spirit or courage, and the remaining Russian army began to flee in all directions. The charge on Qingyun Ridge sounded again, which marked that the position was still in the hands of the Chinese army, and the general attack had begun.

There were Russian troops running around everywhere, Russian troops scattered weapons everywhere, and Russian soldiers raising their hands to surrender everywhere.

It was quiet in Pi Deluofu's camp. At this time, Pi Deluofu was still in the mood to listen to the translated "The Art of War" for him.

"Sun Tzu said: War, the great affairs of the country, the place of death and life, the principle of existence and death..." (Sun Tzu said: War is the great affairs of the country, the place of life and death, the way of survival and death, and the way of survival and death, and we must observe it.) Although the translation is not authentic, Pi Deluofu still heard some of the taste, as if he had learned something from the middle.

The outside was shouting and killing was getting closer and closer, and the translator's face became paler and paler. He kept pausing and looking outside. Pi Deluo continued to remain silent, signaling the translator to continue reading his.

"General, we can cover you to fight out while it's time." Pideluo's guard captain said to him anxiously

"It's useless, it's too late. Besides, I don't want to leave. I said I want to see some of my opponents. Don't worry about me, go run for your own life." The captain of the guard glanced at Pi Deluofu, without saying a word, turned his head and walked out.

Pi Deluo's husband straightened his collar and said to the translator: "Continue." The translator began to stammer.

"Stop the gun and don't kill it." A series of roars appeared in the camp, and a group of Chinese soldiers pointed guns at Pideluofu. Pideluofu coughed in a calm manner, and then tried hard to suppress his inner fear and said to the Chinese soldiers: "I, Pideluofu, Nikolai Yevic, Russian general, expeditionary force commander, I ask to see your commander." After saying that, he pretended to be handsome and said to the translator: Tell them."

The translator stuttered about Pideluofu's meaning, and the soldiers left a few people to guard Pideluofu, and some had already run to report the news. After a while, Li Xiucheng and Nie Shicheng appeared in the camp. The generals of both sides met in this strange environment.

"I'm very happy to know you." Pi Deluo extended his hand to Li Xiucheng. The commanders of both sides met in this strange environment./

"Li Xiucheng""Nie Shicheng"

"Welcome to China." Li Xiucheng's voice was cold and there was no sign of welcome at all, and Nie Shicheng's eyes were filled with contempt.
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