The depleted Whites loaded their empty rifles with bayonets, lined up, played marching songs, and marched towards the Red Army position step by step in the face of the flames of the Mark Qin machine guns. The white soldiers fell one by one, struggling, and the living came one after the other. The nun could no longer see such a hell on earth. She ran to the center of the battlefield and called on the Red Army to stop the massacre. But she herself was hit. The advancing White Army paused, looked at the nun who died on the ground, and rushed to the Red Army more bravely. Perhaps the Red Army was stunned by the momentum of the White Army, or perhaps the Red Army's machine gunners wanted to save their lives and fled the front line before the White Army, ignoring the casualties, took their positions.
After the battle, when the priest who accompanied the army held a final ceremony for the dead on the battlefield, the deacon on the side looked at the corpses of several Red Army soldiers and asked the priest:
"What if these people are the Red Army?" The
priest said:
"Bring them together. Buried, are the children of God."
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