Lao Tzu is a Warlord

　　In Huaxia's independent division positions, there were also corpses everywhere.

　　More than a dozen consecutive charges, regardless of the consequences, this kind of reckless fighting caused a large number of casualties of the independent division.

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　　Even if the guns are complete and the firepower is strong, it can't cover such a reckless charge. This is the crazy charge of several divisions, which is completely reckless.

　　From day to night, and from night to morning.

　　The battle situation is already in a state of anxiety, the anxiety of life and death!

　　The number of independent divisions dropped sharply, leaving only one-third, and the number of Lao Maozi also dropped sharply, causing a large number of casualties.

　　The originally dense crowd has become sparse, not as dense as before.

　　Both sides are exhausted, but neither side can afford to relax.

　　"Today is the most difficult time. We repelled Lao Maozi's [-] or [-] attacks. We know that everyone is very tired, and we know that everyone is working hard, but no matter how hard or tired we are, we have to bear it down. The artillery has been blasting hot We lost a lot of artillery, and the tanks went against the Siberian Army, and we didn't have any bigger support."

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　　"But what are we holding in our hands now? Is it a standard automatic rifle? Are they fire sticks? Even if they are fire sticks, where are your bayonets?"

　　"People are on the battlefield, and people die on the battlefield!"

　　"This battle is related to whether Vladivostok is our territory in China, and it must not be lost!"

　　"All cheer up Lao Tzu!"

　　On the battlefield, Liu Xi kept yelling that he hadn't rested since the start of the war, and it had been several days.

　　A pair of eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, his spirit was exhausted, and he wished he could find a place to sleep, but he couldn't, he had to persevere.

　　A battle flag of the Jagged Army stands erect on the battlefield, fluttering in the wind, and the eight-sided Han sword is unusually conspicuous.

　　In this way, the independent division gritted its teeth and persisted, resisting Lao Maozi's attacks again and again.

　　Everyone is fighting bloody battles. I don't know how many times they have attacked. I only know that the number of their division is getting smaller and smaller.

　　The dead bodies have been spread into grasslands made of human flesh.

　　When the plane of the Airborne Division flew into the sky in the evening, there were only 3000 people left in the entire Independent Division.

　　The remains of cannons are everywhere.

　　Tragic to the extreme!

　　But at the last moment, all the troops in Vladivostok were sealed off. .

Chapter 812 Zhurong rocket launcher, it's time to play

　　The airborne division finally arrived.

　　At the last moment of the independent division, finally arrived.

　　Sheets of gray parachutes descended from the sky.

　　In a short while, it was accurately sent to the camp of the independent division.

　　The airborne division, with the help of the soldiers of the independent division, quickly broke free from the parachute, and then quickly entered the position and launched a counterattack.

　　More and more soldiers of the airborne division descended from the sky. They were truly heavenly soldiers. The old man who was about to break through the defense line of the Jagged Army was completely forced back by this new force.

　　On the battlefield, corpses are everywhere 1

　　Smoke billows!

　　Wailing everywhere!

　　Vasilev's army was completely sealed in his pocket and could not get out.

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　"Eight Thirty"...

　　And the impact of the Siberian Legion is continuing, making the last effort!

　　"Tuan Zuo, our position is lost, and one of my battalions is gone!"

　　In the forward position of fighting against the Siberian Army, a battalion commander stood in front of Zhang Zilong, the head of the No.12 regiment, with a black face.

　　The battalion commander at this time was very miserable. His neck was injured by the grenade skin, his arm was bitten five or six times, and his leg was shot twice. before.

　　Even so, Zhang Zilong didn't have a good face. He looked at him with a gloomy face, then took out a pistol, put it in the middle of his eyebrows, and fired without hesitation, instantly punishing the battalion commander.

　　"Those who lose their positions in everything have only one ending, death!"

　　Even if this person is very conscientious, it is still the case.

　　"The remaining ones that are not dead will be given to Lao Tzu, and I will take back the position with me!"

　　Zhang Zilong yelled violently, his expression extremely angry!

　　"Tuan Zuo, there is no need for this at all."

　　Zhang Zilong's harsh voice sounded.

　　The person who spoke was a young man wearing glasses. He looked refined and had a kind of light in his eyes.

　　"What did you say!"

　　Zhang Zilong's face was full of anger, and he walked up to the young man in three steps at a time. Flames burst out from his two glasses, and he said angrily, a murderous aura that could only kill countless people on the battlefield spread.

　　However, in the face of such a powerful murderous intent, this young man wearing glasses remained calm and calm, without any panic at all, but said lightly: "Have you forgotten, we have guns. Send the coordinates of the lost position Tell the field gunner, isn't everything settled?"

　　"Field Artillery... Field Artillery!"

　　Zhang Zilong, who was originally angry, was suddenly calmed down by these words, and then laughed: "Yes, field artillery, immediately tell the field artillery the coordinates of the second battalion!"

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　　Following Zhang Zilong's order, the correspondents of the No. 12 Regiment had begun reporting the position coordinates of the Second Battalion to the Field Artillery Division, requesting artillery support.

　　Five minutes later, the field artillery division adjusted the height and distance, as well as the approximate coordinate position.

　　With an order, the flames splattered, and more than 100 artillery pieces participated in this bombardment mission.

　　For a while, there was a violent roar, and then, huge shells bombarded the position of the second battalion.

　　The old men who had just seized the position were hit by unprecedented blows in an instant.

　　The soil was flying, and the figure was blown away!

　　What kind of Shura scene it is, cannot be explained in a few words.

　　In short, after 10 minutes, that position was directly blown into a no man's land, a piece of scorched earth.

　　The smell of barbecue, blood, and gunpowder smoke are intertwined together, which is disgusting!

　　"It's beautiful. It's good to have guns. Having guns will reduce your own casualties and cause huge casualties to the enemy!"

　　Looking through the binoculars, Zhang Zilong was so happy to see huge shells blowing Lao Maozi away!

　　"How many infantry mines do we have left? Let me fucking transport them up and set them up. Take advantage of this spare time to set up minefields and give the old man a big gift!"

　　Having said this, Zhang Zilong burst out laughing.

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　　First Army, in the command post.

　　Lin Feiyue looked at the documents in front of him, and then stared at the sand table, his frowning brows relaxed...

　　"Now that the situation has been settled, the hundreds of thousands of troops in Vladivostok will not be able to escape, and they will be locked up there, unless they die, throwing guns into the sea and being fed fish!"

　　"As for the reinforcements from Siberia, as long as they withstand their attacks, they will be fine!"

　　Looking at the map and the casualties of each unit, a smile appeared on his face.

　　The next battle will be easy.

　　Air supremacy has been mastered, as long as the aircraft, artillery, and armor are used, they can completely withstand the attack of the Siberian Legion.

　　"Notify the multi-track rocket launchers that it is time to use them. Cooperate with the tanks and attack the Siberian Army that has been arrogant for a long time. It is time for us to fight back."

　　Lin Feiyue punched the wooden table hard, causing the table to shake violently.

　　As the commander of the First Army, the order was quickly answered.

　　Three hundred second-generation Dragon tanks and more than 200 Zhurong multi-track rocket launchers started moving one after another, surrounded by tanks.

　　With the sound of rumbling motors, it drove towards the army station in Siberia.

　　At this time, Siberia has gathered its troops, and has withdrawn its troops, waiting for the next attack.

　　At this time, on the Siberian Legion's position, the old men are all busy with their own 0.3 things. They are either dealing with corpses, or dealing with the wounds of the wounded, or sorting out weapons. In short, everyone's face is gray and black , is preparing for the next charge.

　　The groans/groans of injuries echoed on the battlefield.

　　It has been violently attacking for several days, but Huaxia's position stands there like a mountain, and it can't move at all.

　　No matter how they attack, the planes in the sky, the artillery and tanks on the ground bombard them like devils, causing a lot of casualties. This is simply a massacre.

　　Many old men have developed a feeling of war weariness.

　　Just as the soldiers in Lao Maozi's forward position were busy with their own work.

　　Suddenly the ground started trembling/shaking.

　　The sound of a powerful motor suddenly appeared, floating over from afar! .

Chapter 813 Zhu Rong's Personal Show of the Multi-orbital Rocket Launcher

　　At this time, the sound of the motor appeared, and the ground was still trembling.

　　What does this mean?

　　This means that Huaxia's tanks are coming!

　　"Huaxia's tanks are coming, pay attention, pay attention!"

　　"Anti-tank guns are ready, we must not let them break through the position!"