But the cruelty of war is still hard for him to imagine
Yuan Wanhong has an unusual hatred for Britain. It has been nearly a hundred years since the Opium War when the British imposed physical suffering on the people of China.
But on Yuan Wanhong’s hatred for the British, he still felt sorry for the British after seeing the bodies of the British everywhere after this battle! Pity for those young British soldiers!
Yuan Wanhong followed Hu Congfu with a guard platoon and soon went deep into the town. A British machine gun roared from the window of the house "clicking …" and a bullet chain swept from the street like a salamander, beating the bricks and stones in the streets and corners with Mars splashing around.
Hu Congfu jumped to a favorable position in the rain of bullets, and the bullets jumped behind him. His rifle pointed forward and "bangbang" sounded two British machine guns, and the horse went dumb and two bodies fell from the window.
In the body, the blood flowers are violently ejected into several small blood beads, which are blown into the nasal cavity by the morning wind, and a warm smell of blood comes from the bottom of my heart, which makes people sick and nauseous.
From the depths of a side lane, I suddenly rushed out of several British lanes and found Hu Congfu. When several British soldiers hurriedly pulled the bolt and raised their guns, Hu Congfu had already shot several times in a row, which was dazzling. Each of these British soldiers had a small flower on his forehead and eyebrows. In these British lanes, his hands suddenly fell to the ground and then fell to the ground on his back together.
However, more British troops poured out from the depths of the alley. Hu Congfu rolled back on the spot and hid in the corner of Yuan Wanhong’s hiding place. He rolled across the street and sputtered on Mars.
"There is no bullet!" Hu Congfu said that he hit the magazine, took out the bullets from the magazine bag and skillfully pressed them into the magazine one by one.
Yuan Wanhong handed over his rifle and said, "Mr. Hu, you and I have rifles. I haven’t practiced marksmanship and can’t shoot a rifle. You have much more rifles in your hand than I do."
Hu Congfu ignored it and said, "The battlefield rifle is your own life. How can you just give it to people?" And since you’ve loaded the bullet, you should personally eject it and let it drink the enemy’s blood! "
"Rifles also recognize that the Lord has let the bullets drink the enemy’s blood, so that they can become your rifles! It can save your life. "
"But I haven’t practiced marksmanship!" Yuan Wanhong said
"Very simple!" Hu Congfu has pressed the bomb "beep" and closed the magazine "hold your breath and aim, then call a’ fuck’ to pull the trigger, just like a French woman doing that!"
Hu Congfu said that he didn’t care if Yuan Wanhong listened to it. He stretched out his head and fired a few rounds. He quickly shrank his head and hit the corner next to him. The stones were flying and Mars was falling.
"fuck!" Hu Congfu scolded a soldier across the street, made a few gestures with his fingers, and then rolled out on the spot. The rifle in his hand continuously sprayed orange flames like a machine gun.
Yuan Wanhong felt that the British guns were sparse, so he took a deep breath and held his breath. He suddenly rushed out of the hiding place with the rifle muzzle in his hand, but there was no British soldiers in front of him. There were a pile of British bodies at the corner of the lane.
Hu Congfu and two other soldiers rushed to the alley with rifles in their hands, aiming at each other. More and more blood from the British army formed a pool of blood, which gradually flowed. Hu Congfu and his six big shoes "beep beep beep" stepped on the pool of blood and splashed gray stones in the corner, like a rosy sky in the morning and a gorgeous little wild flower in the grassland.
Yuan Wanhong followed Hu Congfu into this alley, and several bodies were lying across the alley, which stopped the blood flow, so that the blood that kept flowing from the bodies had accumulated into a small "pond". Yuan Wanhong could see his reflection from the bloody pond, and his face was blood red and he was very scared!
Yuan Wanhong saw Hu Congfu hiding behind the gate of a residential building, took out a Grenade and knocked it on the wall, which made the smoke take a while before throwing it into the door.
A violent explosion sounded, and a flame and smoke came out from the gate with shrapnel. Hu Congfu then rushed in, and a few shots came in. Soon, a British soldier jumped out from the inside. The Englishman went crazy and howled out of the door and ran wildly in the distance of the street, but after running not far, he fell to the ground. His intestines were dragged out of his stomach for a long time and he stumbled on his feet.
He struggled painfully to hold his intestine in his hand, and then he ran again, howling and shaking as if the devil was chasing him behind him.
After running a few steps, I tripped over my intestines, picked it up, and continued to run wantonly.
Just now, the soldier’s words rang in Yuan Wanhong’s ear, "If you are kind, please give him a knife!"
I’m afraid it’s hard to die even if the British army can treat it now. In this case, it’s impossible for the * * regiment to give medical treatment to British prisoners.
It may be a kindness for the British army to kill him at this time, except for his extreme fear and pain in his heart.
Yuan Wanhong raised his rifle and aimed at a gun, but the gun missed the running British army and fell to the ground, but it still crawled hard.
Hu Congfu came out of the room and said, "Hold your breath and aim at the drill! Firing … "Yuan Wanhong’s mind seemed to be under Hu Congfu’s control, acting according to Hu Congfu’s words and calling out" Fuck! " Then pulled the trigger.
The bullet flew rapidly from the muzzle and hit the ground accurately, crawling with difficulty and howling in horror at the back of the British army.
A blood arrow was ejected from the back of the British army, and then the head rushed forward and did not move.
Hu Congfu patted Yuan Wanhong on the shoulder from behind and said, "Do you have a thirst for blood now?" Did you hear the sound of flying? How happy they are when they fly! Did you hear the bomb invade the muscles of human body and make a’ before’ sound? Isn’t this feeling wonderful? Do you want to do it again? "
"Shooting people is a strange journey. If you find this feeling, you will never stop!" Hu Congfu said
However, Yuan Wanhong felt his heart rolling and vomiting. Hu Congfu and Yu Bing laughed and continued to search forward.
In the small town, the British troops were driven out of the wide fields in the suburbs like ducks. The British troops rushed in the direction of Caen and exposed their backs to the guns of the officers and men of the 11 th Division
Yuan Wanhong feels like a lamb to be slaughtered in front of these elite regiments in the Great British Empire.
The rifles in the hands of the officers and men of the Chinese team can be shaped by magic. They seem to randomly shoot bullets, just like witchcraft, and they automatically drill into the British body to hurt the eyebrows, forehead, carotid artery or heart, and they are shot and killed.
China people are not only accurate in marksmanship, but also quick in shooting. Their rifles can roar like machine guns, but their machine guns are reserved instead. "Tug Tug Tug …" There are few times when they shoot continuously.
In front of the * * team, the British army ended up dead, dying quickly, and there is no suspense in dying cleanly.
The town is like a bloody slaughterhouse, and the panic is slowly spreading among the British!
No army can keep calm with such a blow. The British army has collapsed!
Looking at such a group of troops who exposed their backs and were struck by the Chinese team, Yuan Wanhong felt sad at this time, even though the British Empire was a country that hated Yuan Wanhong’s guts.
In my impression, the powerful British emperor * * team was so vulnerable in front of the * * team that they were ravaged by the * * team and had no resistance and courage except to escape!
In order to escape, the British army Hu Congfu ran with his soldiers. Behind them, the three infantry regiments of the left and right 11 divisions were in a semi-arc shape. They wanted to spray orange flames with rifles in their hands, and the morning sun reflected each other. The vast plain presented a magnificent battle scene.
The British army flying in front suddenly looked up and looked at the flank of the British army in front. Suddenly, another Chinese team appeared. From a distance, there were about 500 people. These people were even more vicious than the 11 th Division. The 500 people suddenly divided into several strands, like several sharp knives, and the fleeing British army was split into several pieces with one knife in the middle and one knife in the side in an attempt to split and annihilate it.
The "sheep" became more chaotic, and the vast grasslands were scattered everywhere, and there were a group of messy chapters here.
A large group of British troops suddenly pounced on Hu Congfu. Hu Congfu scolded, "Is that rabbit cub from the 15th Division making trouble? Is there such a war? How nice it is to follow them! Bleeding them bit by bit will bleed them out sooner or later! If you do this, it will be a mess. The rabbit will bite when it is anxious! "
Hu Congfu said that the British army had rushed forward. He hurriedly threw his rifle on the ground and knocked down several British troops in front, but more British troops risked their lives to change their escape posture.
Hu Congfu broke up with a platoon, and it didn’t look a little thin. It was this that the British army took a fancy to and tried to break through here.
However, Hu Congfu seems that these bullies are afraid to kick the iron plate because he is a guard with strong firepower and all of them are one in a million, and his reinforcements are only 100 meters away from him and can be supported as soon as the gun is turned.
However, it is this small gap that the British army has taken a fancy to!
"Chug Chug …" A heavy machine gun in the guard platoon roared continuously. This is the first time in today’s battle.
The British troops rushed in front of them and suddenly a group of cavalry rushed at Hu Congfu behind the fallen British troops.
About two hundred cavalry suddenly appeared in the rifle sight like ghosts from the tall grass.
The messy horseshoes suddenly became sudden, like a shower that swept over people to avoid.
Chapter 345 By the Orleans War (31)