Since Liu Xueyuan's battlefield diary serialization, newspaper boys from all over the country have become local darlings. They no longer have to run around the streets to sell newspapers, shouting that today's newspapers are really good, and they don't even have to shout loudly about the frontlines of the Black Hawk Empire like the first and second days.

As soon as they appear with their bags on their backs, they will be surrounded by people, and hundreds of newspapers will be snatched away. The speed is so fast that even newspaper boys can't count their money, but there are often only more and less.

It can be said that this war in the north of the Kingdom made the media industry so popular that it was comparable to the Internet in later generations.

Even the people at the bottom who can't afford the newspaper will surround the people with newspapers and listen to them read about the news from the front. The war ahead went smoothly, they cheered, and the soldiers ahead suffered heavy casualties, and they cried.

There has never been such a war that touched the hearts of 40 million people of China. In their hearts, that small Anwupo battlefield was a national war.

Because, there is a miracle army that brings them one victory after another, and they are looking forward to miracles continuing to happen every day. Everyone has dreams, and the poor people are no exception. In addition to having to fill their stomachs, what they most desire is to hear the news of the frontline attacking the Black Hawk Imperial Army.

That kind of sense of inclusion is no different from the dream of a loser trying to counterattack.

However, after the newspaper came out today, the familiar cheers disappeared, and everyone's face was extremely heavy.

Outside the royal capital.

A middle-aged man who had just finished carrying a pile of big bags and was wearing only a short jacket in the cold spring breeze. The crystal beads of sweat flowed freely along the strong muscles, holding a hard bun and squatting on the steps with a big bowl of cold water, was happily eating. Suddenly, he saw the manager wearing a lab coat and a small hat walking by in front of him in a hurry.

He quickly got up and put the steamed buns and water beside him, wiped his hands on his body, and smiled on his face. He leaned forward and asked, "Manager Zhang, I wonder what is written in the newspaper today? Can you tell me?"

Several strong laborers around him also looked at him. Although he was not as anxious as this strong man, he also raised his ears. Obviously, they were also paying attention.

"After eating, do your work well, and the war ahead has nothing to do with you." Manager Zhang unexpectedly said with a gloomy face and a strong man who came over and greeted him with a smile.

The strong man looked stunned, but still did not move away, and his face continued to have a humble smile: "Don't, Manager Zhang, don't say that. If we brothers heard that the people of the Black Hawk Empire were good at fighting, they would be very energetic to work, right? Guys, do you think?"

Several strong laborers around him were pounding garlic, and while giving their friends a speech, they also expressed their willingness to listen to the newspaper. The story of reporter Liu was so wonderful that he didn't listen to the news of killing the Black Hawk Empire every day, and he couldn't do anything to work.

"Hey, today is not good news!" Manager Zhang sighed, "Forget it, since you want to listen, let's read it for you! After listening, hurry up and do your work. You pretend, but you don't dare to be careless about the supplies you want to deliver to the front line."

This made the strong man tighten his whole body, and his eyes even more urgent: "What can you do? Manager Zhang, please read it quickly."

"I don't know if you are so energetic, listen." Manager Zhang picked up the newspaper in his hand, looked left and right, and with his eyes, he hurriedly brought a bamboo chair, sat down, and began to recite.

Today is the 8th day of the battle in Anwupo. The sky is very gloomy, just like my heart.

Yes, on this night, I want to tell you a piece of unfortunate news. Just today, the Black Hawk Empire Army, which had been unable to capture for a long time, brazenly used poison gas bombs. The shells exploded on our positions, but not fire and huge shock waves, but terrifying yellow smoke. The entire Anwupo front, which was nearly ten miles wide, was shrouded in the smoke by the Black Hawk Empire Army, which violated the international war regulations.

The deep trenches and tunnels buried underground can help us block the guns and cannons of the Black Hawk Empire Army, but they cannot block the pervasive poison gas. I only took a breath and felt that I was about to die. The feeling that I vomited so much that I could almost spit out my internal organs was better to die as soon as possible.

If Commander Liu had not had a plan, everyone would have to carry a towel and a kettle with him, and cover his mouth and nose with a towel wet with water at critical moments, thousands of soldiers in our army would have been spared.

Even so, our army was caught off guard and suffered heavy casualties. The specific casualties cannot be explained in detail because they were military secrets. However, the Third Battalion of the 28th Regiment, located on the position of the 29th Army in Dingfu, almost lost its combat effectiveness, and hundreds of soldiers were killed under the hands of the Black Hawk Empire Army.

We don’t have to condemn the crazy Black Hawk Imperial Army. They are not worthy of accepting the word condemnation. What can answer them is the steel guns in the hands of all the soldiers of our army. As Commander Liu Lang said, but another person still breathes, so he will never take a step back.

The same is true for Team Leader Liu Lang.

After firing the poison gas, the Black Hawk Imperial Army rushed to the position wearing a gas mask. This was the third time they rushed to the position in these eight days. The first two times because our army had more close-range defense weapons than the Black Hawk Imperial Army and the soldiers of the Independence Regiment were also more brave, and the Black Hawk Imperial Army was defeated before it could stand firm.

But this time, we can't even breathe. Faced with such a battle situation, who can tell us what to do?

Commander Liu Lang rushed out, took his guard platoon, rushed out of the command center, out of the tunnel, and onto the top of the mountain.

There was only a bayonet on his hand and a moist white cloth covered his face. If it were normal, I would definitely make jokes, it was like a bandit who was robbing the house! But at this time, I could only fold my hands together and pray that he would return smoothly.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! How could he fight the Black Hawk Imperial Army wearing a gas mask when he couldn't breathe smoothly? In the innate world, the Black Hawk Imperial Army occupied favorable conditions.

But, as Captain Liu said, it is always the one who decides that the war is won, not the others.

Not only the main gate of Anwupo, but the Black Hawks attacked the entire line of defense on a large scale.

The entire Anwupo front line was no longer fierce gunfire sound for the first time. Some were just the sound of the sharp metal friction between the blades and the sound of the sour blades breaking through the human body.

That almost strange calm recorded the largest hand-to-hand combat in the entire ancient city defense line, and it was also the most tragic.

Seeing Commander Liu Lang taking the lead, the soldiers on the position jumped up and fought with the Black Hawk Empire Army. Even at least half of the soldiers pulled off the towel covered on their faces, just to breathe smoothly, so as to accumulate all their strength to insert the bayonet on the gun into the enemy's chest.

This undoubtedly made a thrilling hand-to-hand battle. I was protected by several soldiers and watched from afar. I only regretted that I could not follow Captain Liu Lang to kill the enemy because of the woman. I could only use the pen in my hand to record the heroic figures of the soldiers.

I saw the figure of the young warrior who had coldly killed twelve Black Hawk Imperial Army on the first night but when he returned, he hugged the squad leader's body and cried like a child. He was very handsome. If he was in the city, he should be the most ideal husband for the ladies of his family.

But at this cruel scene, he was more like a lone wolf. I saw with my own eyes that two enemies rushed towards him, one left and one right, but he did not dodge and endured a bayonet with his shoulders. The shiny 38 bayonet dripped blood behind him and shone with cold light, but he used the spear on his right hand to pierce the throat of another Black Hawk Imperial Army, and then turned the stock and smashed the head of the Black Hawk Imperial Army who was reluctant to let go of the rifle in his hand.

If I usually feel disgusted with raw meat, I will definitely vomit in the dark, but at this moment, I actually feel that the head mixed with white and black is the most beautiful flower dedicated to the heroic warriors.

I also saw a lieutenant who did not have a military rank on his shoulder, but I had heard the soldiers call him the company commander. He was a very kind person. Although he had never interviewed him, he smiled kindly at everyone. I even felt that he had peeked at me and sneaked at my chest when he was passing by me.
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