With an order, pushing nearly a thousand large and small vehicles nailed to the door panels, the thieves launched an attack under the cover of the car wall, and more than 10,000 thieves attacked the sky like this, although most of them were attached to ants, that is, cannon fodder, but so many people and so many cars were crowded together, and the momentum was huge enough to make anyone tremble.

This was especially true for the Ming army in the trenches. At least for a moment, Sun Ermao

I only felt that my legs were weak and my crotch was cold, if it weren't for the good face, it was estimated that my crotch would be loose, and I would have peed my pants directly.

In this way, the cannon fodder pushed the cart and slowly moved forward, and the people behind were ready to cut down the deer bards made up of large and small tree canopies.

"Steady, you can't let go without an order!"

Li He, who was holding the command knife in his hand, shouted loudly to the left and right, the soldiers in the trench were already extremely nervous, except for a few officers and veterans, they were also thieves, and they had also experienced such a battle, but at that time they were sent to death by ants, but more ants could indeed bite the giant elephant to death!

However, despite being nervous, they have adapted to the harsh military law of the official army, and they will never dare to move without the order of the commander, even if they are scared to pee their pants, but at this time, no one will laugh at these people, after all, no one has the heart to stare at other people's pants, and they don't know if they can stop the thieves, so they quietly watched thousands of thieves rush all the way up.

"Master Mei, don't the officers and soldiers have artillery, why don't they fire cannons?"

The cronies beside Yimei wondered.

An eyebrow following the cart raised his long-standing eyebrows:

"It's better not to shoot a cannon, even if you fire a cannon, you're not afraid, we have so many cars, how many can we penetrate? ......”

With that, he raised the knife in his hand again and shouted:

"Summoning the order, when you open the deer, move sharply? Don't waste time? Break the outer city, and each person will enjoy a white-flour steamed bun! ”

When an eyebrow is shouting here? The madness over there has already whispered.

"Huzi? Lead people to come forward to supervise the battle, and those who retreat are killed! ”

Why does the ant attach "go forward"? Because going back is definitely a dead end! The veterans who supervised the war were more ruthless than the officers and soldiers, and there was probably a way to survive if they rushed forward.

Li He in the trenches stared at the thieves tightly? Through the cracks between the deer? He could clearly see the thief's cart.

Liao 13 rifled rifle, a hundred meters can penetrate a two-inch thick plank.

This is what I saw from a book when I was studying in a school for the bereaved in Jinan. The bereaved school is the orphanage of the past, and there are not only orphans who lost their relatives in the Dongyu? There are also many martyrs. Although Li He's father is a civilian? But he died while defending the city in Jinan, so he was also enshrined in the Martyrs' Shrine, and he also entered the school for the bereaved families to receive education, although he was already very old when he entered the school, but after two years of military education in the school? Still became a junior officer in the Pingyu Army.

This is Li He's first big battle, despite the tension? But still calm on the surface. Occasionally, he would look back and see the flag hanging high on the city wall? He could not shoot without an order from the walls.

Li He, who is only twenty years old? Didn't go through many battles? But there was only one thought in his heart? Live or die!

This is to repay the prison country!

After his father died, he was raised by the prince and the princess.

Silently muttering in his heart, Li He slowly stopped being nervous. Staring at the thieves who were getting closer, he shouted.

"Let's take a few bullets and put them in front of you."

Listening to the commander's order, Sun Ermao hurriedly took out a few paper shell bullets from the cartridge box on his waist and put them on the tiles in front of him, which were used to prevent the bullets from getting wet.

In the meantime, the thieves are already approaching.

"Two hundred meters!"

"One hundred and fifty meters!"

"One Hundred Meters ......"

……

When the front team of thieves stepped into the edge of the deer, they immediately howled and swung their axes, slashing the canopy of the deer in front of them.

"Fire!"

It was only at this time that Zheng Sen on the city wall only waved the order flag.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ”

In a series of deafening cannon sounds, several white smoke suddenly erupted from the city, and at the same time as the smoke converged into a ball, several black shadows sprayed out, and the iron canister containing the shotgun flew dozens of meters away from the muzzle, and at the moment of detachment, hundreds of 17 mm lead bullets in the tank continued to whizz and fly forward, although the range of the shotgun was shorter than that of the grenade, but because of the large dispersion range of the projectile of the shotgun, the shotgun fired by the nine-pound mountain howitzer within 400 meters was extremely deadly for the infantry group.

What's more, the deer that it won't destroy, and the thieves who are chopping the branches of the deer tree with their axes are not even aware of the stone steps.

Hundreds of lead bullets the size of Naoli red dates roared towards the thieves in front of the car. The whistling lead, after hitting the thief's head, his head shattered like a ripe watermelon, and another lead broke his waving arm, the arm that was originally wielding the axe, the bullet broke directly in mid-air, and the blood mist splashed, and the people fell on the deer, and the thieves between the deer were knocked down by a large row of shotguns falling from the sky before they could see what was going on.

Raindrops of shrapnel fell in the middle of the dense thieves, and immediately raised clouds of blood mist, hitting the branches of the trees and bursting into clumps of wood chips, and the forest debris and blood mist made the deer completely shrouded in patches of gray and red "dust mist".

The moment the lead bullet hit the thief's body, it pierced their chest, arms, and thighs, and at the same time, it dragged out large pieces of flesh, and in the blood splatter, you could even see broken bone chips flying in the air, and the flesh torn off by the twisted projectiles hung on the branches.

The shotguns fired by the twelve nine-pound cannons tore out several pieces of blood among the thieves in the deer, and after the bloody rain, only the flesh and blood were blurred and the stumps and arms were broken.

Some of the wounded thieves struggled in pain and wept, and the heart-rending screams did not deter the thieves behind.

Despite being numb from the rain of bullets, Yi Mei, who was standing behind the cart, shouted loudly.

"Split the deer, everyone has big meat at night!"

Although many wounded soldiers were struggling in pain on the ground, howling incessantly. But more thieves rushed forward, wielding axes and slashing at the branches of the trees, appreciating the opening of passages in them.

"Spread out, they don't have many cannons, big bolt, you lead people to open a few more roads......"

Maybe Yimei was not born in Wei, but he also read military books in social science, and in the past many years of warfare, he was able to survive among the many thieves until now, not by luck, as soon as the Ming army in the city fired a cannon, he estimated the number of cannons.

It's just a dozen doors, and Lao Tzu will open twenty roads.

"These thieves don't just know how to do it!"

Putting down the telescope in his hand, Zheng Sen muttered to himself.

"What the general said is very true, I am afraid that those who only know how to do it will die in the hands of the officials and soldiers a long time ago."

While the two of them were talking, the artillerymen continued to fire. Although the Nine-Jin Gun uses fixed ammunition, the rate of fire is still limited, and it needs to be reset after each shot, but a well-trained gunner can still maintain a rate of fire of two or three rounds per minute.

The guns and cannons were fired continuously, and the bullets like raindrops flew frantically towards the thieves, only to hit the thieves screaming and corpses all over the field.

But even so, those thieves who rushed to the front still did not dare to flee, because there were old battalion soldiers behind to supervise the battle, and if they turned around and ran away, they would be hacked to death with random knives.

In fact, in this era, many people are passively driven to the battlefield in this way. The reason why they are desperately trying to say the picture is that it is just a white-flour steamed bun. Or an extra piece of meat in the rice bowl. But even such a request, for many people, even if it costs them their lives. Nor has it been possible to achieve such a simple goal.

How nice it would be to be able to eat a bite of white bread!

I don't know how many thieves just have such a simple idea. Dead under the guns of the officers and soldiers, many wounded thieves, even until they died, all they thought about in their hearts was a full meal, a piece of meat, but in the end they became a piece of meat on the battlefield......