Traveling through time and space and becoming a deposed prince, he just wants to survive!

Chapter 438: Fighting to the End

Shi Li's eyes were red, like an angry beast, and he stood in front of the formation to supervise the battle.

Hou Lin gritted his teeth, with a determined look on his face, and led his troops forward like a tide.

At this time, the artillery position of the ? tribe was in a mess, but some people still rushed over to rescue.

Zhao Yongqiang held a telescope and observed the enemy's movements with a serious expression.

Seeing that the enemy was still trying to organize an artillery attack, he couldn't help but curse: "Damn it, they still won't give up! Tell Captain Qin to have the artillery on both sides destroy the enemy's artillery fire!"

Qin Ke did not lead a professional artillery unit, but in this mission, he was responsible for commanding the entire railway protection team's mortars to attack the enemy.

After receiving the order, he did not hesitate at all. He was only focused on completing the mission and fired at the place where there were people in the enemy's artillery formation.

Artillery shells exploded like raindrops on the artillery positions of the ? tribe. Under the fierce interference of mortars, it was extremely difficult for the enemy to set up the artillery again.

Some panicked artillerymen even used the gun pits as supports, intending to forcibly load shells and bombard the railway protection team's positions.

But fate played a trick on them. A shell hit the target accurately, and the barrel changed direction instantly. The fired projectile fell straight into their own team, and screams were heard immediately.

Hou Lin didn't care where the shells came from. He just kept waving the long sword in his hand and urged the team to charge forward at the top of his lungs.

Those infantrymen of the ? tribe who had already become frightened and started to retreat, saw the ruthless Hou Lin coming in person with reinforcements. Fear made them dare not disobey, and they had to bite the bullet and launch another charge.

On Zhao Yongqiang's side, the 1st, 2nd and 3rd Battalions, which had not suffered serious damage from the artillery fire, quickly and orderly reorganized their positions.

The soldiers' eyes were determined, and those with guns in their hands continued to shoot at the enemy without hesitation.

Dense bullets shot at the enemy like deadly arrows.

Even if some soldiers' marksmanship is not very good, they can still hit the target intentionally or unintentionally in such a dense crowd.

At the same time, Chen Da and his men took a detour like a ghost and quietly came behind Shi Li.

At this moment, Shi Li's attention was focused on the fierce battle in front of him, and he was completely unaware of the danger behind him.

Chen Da's eyes flashed, and he waved his hand, opening fire first and leading his men to shoot at the remaining thousand or so guards of Shi Li.

"Chief! Not good!" A sharp-eyed guard of the ? tribe saw someone shooting and stepped forward without hesitation to stand behind Shi Li.

In an instant, countless bullets whizzed in and instantly turned him into a honeycomb.

By the time Shi Li reacted and tried to find cover, it was too late. Another volley of bullets came like lightning.

"Bang..." Only the sound of metal collision was heard, and Shi Li felt a sharp pain in his head, as if something had drilled into it.

Immediately afterwards, a glaring red color appeared in front of my eyes, and my vision gradually became blurred from clear.

When Chen Da rushed up like a tiger descending from the mountain, he saw Shi Li on the ground still gasping for breath.

Without any hesitation, Chen Da took a step forward, raised his hand and fired a shot, and the bullet hit Shi Li's chest.

Shi Li's body trembled violently, and then he became motionless.

Hou Lin had no idea what was happening behind the scenes at this time.

The roar of artillery fire on the battlefield was deafening and had already caused tinnitus in his ears. He just kept urging the soldiers forward, forward again, at the top of his lungs.

Suddenly, Hou Lin felt a sharp pain in his back, as if something sharp was embedded in his body.

He subconsciously looked back and saw Chen Dazheng holding a gun with the black muzzle pointing at him.

At this moment, Liu Yongsheng also rushed to Chen Da's side.

He saw Chen Da aiming at a man holding a dagger and commanding in front of the formation. When he looked closely, it was Hou Lin. He followed Chen Da without hesitation and shot at the other party.

Another bullet accurately hit Hou Lin's body, and the powerful impact made him take a step back involuntarily.

"Impossible! I'm wearing sheet metal armor. How could a tiny bullet penetrate my body?"

Hou Lin muttered to himself in disbelief, with a hint of reluctance and confusion in his voice.

He wanted to use his hands to hold on to the soldier next to him for support, but before his hand touched him, the soldier was shot and fell to the ground.

"Fuck, you won't even let me help you."

Hou Lin cursed angrily, his eyes red as he glared at Chen Da and Liu Yongsheng with hatred.

Without any hesitation, Chen Da raised his gun again and pulled the trigger decisively.

Hou Lin lowered his head and saw another bullet hit his stomach. This time, he felt the piercing pain.

But stubbornness made him hold back. He wanted to say something, but he felt his throat tighten and he was unable to speak. He could only watch stupidly.

His legs began to weaken, but his stubborn character made him try to maintain his balance. He was unwilling to fall down like this.

Seeing that he was still standing, Liu Yongsheng raised his gun and aimed, but was stopped by Chen Da.

"I'll do it..." Chen Da's voice was low, revealing an unquestionable firmness.

Chen Da slowly pulled the bolt, loaded the bullet, raised his hand and fired a shot, but it seemed that he missed.

Hou Lin looked at Chen Da with a smile on his face.

This smile is extremely ironic and mocking.

Chen Da continued to pull the bolt, loading the bullet, and fired another shot, hitting Hou Lin in the shoulder.

Hou Lin was shot in the body and swayed slightly backward, but still did not fall down.

Chen Da pulled the bolt again and fired.

"Click!" The sound of an empty gun.

"Use mine." Liu Yongsheng handed over the gun and said.

Chen Da took Liu Yongsheng's gun and slowly aimed at Hou Lin.

This time, his eyes were more focused, as if Hou Lin was the only target left in the world.

"Bang..." The crisp sound of gunfire pierced the sky, and the bullet passed like a meteor, piercing Hou Lin's face, leaving a glaring line of blood.

Hou Lin's body shook, and then he fell straight down, hitting the ground heavily with a dull sound and splashing a cloud of dust.

"Kill..." Chen roared angrily and raised the gun high in his hand. His voice echoed in the valley.

This roar seemed to be a signal. The enemy seemed to realize that their leader was dead. The hand holding the knife trembled involuntarily, and then the knife fell to the ground with a "clang".

In the face of hot weapons, fighting with a knife is undoubtedly a foolish idea that is almost life-threatening.

Seeing that Shi Li and Hou Lin were both dead, the remaining enemy troops suddenly lost their fighting spirit, shed tears of pain, laid down their weapons, and knelt down begging for mercy.

There has always been a rule on the battlefield that those who surrender their weapons will not be killed. Zhao Yongqiang naturally followed the rule and ordered his men to confiscate the weapons and take the prisoners aside.

The valley at this moment was like hell on earth.

In a valley less than five miles long, tens of thousands of corpses were lying in a mess, and the newly sprouted crops were all stained red with blood. It was a shocking scene.

"Give these farmers some money to come and collect the bodies. This money can allow them to live a prosperous life for a year."

Zhao Yongqiang's eyes were red and he spoke to Qin Ke and others in a slightly hoarse voice.

His eyes were filled with sorrow and helplessness. In this brutal battle, he had witnessed too many separations of life and death.

He knew very well that the most urgent task was not only to collect the remains of his comrades, but also to count the identities of these fallen soldiers.

Not all the people in the railway protection team are from Dingzhou. Many of them are farmers' sons recruited from their territories by aristocratic families.

At home, they are sons, fathers, husbands, and the backbone of the family.

According to the rules newly introduced by Zhao Shengxin of Dingzhou, these sacrificed soldiers should be buried with proper respect, and their families should also be properly arranged.

But do these rules apply to the railway protection team? Zhao Yongqiang was very conflicted at this moment.