With a sound of advancing, what followed was the nearby officers and soldiers yelling: "Go forward!"

And this sound wave began to be transmitted to the various queues of the Ninth Battalion, like a relay.

Immediately afterwards, the steps began to speed up, and everyone stood shoulder to shoulder, and the bayonet was thrust into the sky.

The sky is already a little dark, it is noon, but the sun is still shining brightly, and with it, there are rolling dark clouds.

Under this dark cloud, the Han army was breathing in their mouths, and white air filled their heads. The thousands of pairs of boots were stepping on the mud and blood, and on the corpses, each looking forward.

Although some are nervous and some are uneasy, they still obey orders without any hesitation.

Their goal was to see countless corpses, and countless comrades who had bid farewell to their elders, joined the new army, and practiced together. Now... they have turned into cold corpses and can no longer breathe. Their blood has been soaked in the mud and stuck on their boots. The Ninth Battalion is still alive, they are still breathing, their bodies are still warm, and their blood is still flowing in their bodies. At this moment, they actually think of countless thoughts in their minds.

Before entering the new army, their idea was nothing more than to join the army and have enough food. They could let their families live a good life from now on, and nothing more than to make their future.

But now, they suddenly realized.

So my eyes were covered with bloodshot, and some people had tears in their eyes, and tears were about to burst out from their eyes.

They once read poems in the military camp, and they had read countless stories of the Han army in the military camp. In the night class, they learned about Ma Yuan who was wrapped in horses and corpses, and Su Wu who had been practicing Han Festival for ten years.

Night classes opened their eyes and allowed them to see a brand new world. In this world, they did not have to eat enough, but also be honest.

Now, the Hu people are right in front of us.

They killed their comrades.

At the same time, the Ninth Battalion had begun to gradually change its charge formation. They began to trot. As they watched as they were getting closer and closer to the humble Hu people in front of them, they began to hold the muskets in their hands tightly, and then shouted together, "Let's move forward!"

The steps began to speed up, and finally, countless bayonets stabbed out together.

puff……

The sound of countless bayonets entering the flesh, and the muffled sound of swords slashing on the body. Then, another hell-like battle on earth began.

Like a flood peak, countless people fought together on the positions that lasted for miles, and everyone was red in their eyes. At this time, there was no retreat at all.

The Hu people also showed unparalleled courage at this time.

Although they had felt exhausted, they felt the murderous aura that was so overwhelming that they could not breathe.

They finally came out of hell again and again, but it was like endless. Every time they just thought they could meet victory, but what they had to face was another Shura field.

People who were injured by long swords could still rush to death as long as their legs were still on the verge of madness. People who had rained blood and fell into pools of blood everywhere.

It was as crazy as a person, assassinating wildly, and slashing wildly.

This is a consumption, and there is no difference between it and the meat grinder.

Helian Khan had already led the guards to the position. Looking at this scene, a chill suddenly appeared in his heart. He never thought that he would bring hundreds of thousands of people here and bring them into this hell.

All the elites of the Hu people, or almost all the young and strong men of the Hu people, now almost all have few remaining.

But what greeted them were the Han army with red eyes and full of revenge.

These Han soldiers were crazy.

Helian Khan shouted and joined the battle group. The countless Han troops rushed towards him, causing fewer and fewer guards around him.

The Hu people nearby also rushed over desperately. There were people squirming everywhere on the ground, and many of them had only one last breath, shenyin, shouting, howling.

These... are actually no longer important, because the people standing there seem to be no difference from those lying on the ground. Their final destination seems to be just following the footsteps of people on the ground.

The Hu people were frightened and even began to realize that when they were facing bullets, they were actually just appetizers. Only after the real handover was a close hand, they knew what real horror was.

Some people even had half of their heads cut off let out a final roar, pounced directly at the nearest person, knocking them down until they completely lost their breath, but their hands still held the person around, and they refused to let go no matter what.

After the dark clouds in the sky rolled, a thunder finally fell. In the sky, lightning flashed like a silver snake, and then the thunder rolled, and the pouring rain fell down.

The ground was wet, and even the blood was diluted. In the cold rain, the mud that could hardly stand, the people who were unable to stand firmly, either climbing or bowing, were still looking for their opponents. At this time, some people had no weapons, and they had long forgotten how to kill people in the past. They just hugged each other, bite them with their teeth, and clenched everything in their bodies with their hands.

Chen Kaizhi waved his sword and no longer knew how many people he had killed. Even though he was extremely physically strong, Chen Kaizhi was already tired. This fatigue did not come from his body, but from his heart. But he still gritted his teeth and killed like crazy. Sometimes he couldn't stand steadily, staggered, fell to the ground, and rolled up from the mud again. He had no chance to find the fallen sword, and took the unmanned musket, thrust the bayonet, shouted and rushed forward.

The roar of artillery fire in various positions was getting more and more scattered, and the sound of muskets began to intermittently. Obviously, almost everywhere, close handover was being carried out. In this ten miles, in this radius of ten miles, in this pouring rain, countless people were seen in almost every place, staggering in the mud, roaring and killing people!

Wait until after the rain.

A colorful cloud has already hung in the horizon.

The dark clouds come and go quickly.
Chapter completed!