Without support, their heavy weapons were fatally hit, and the kinetic energy of the armored vehicles was lost.

"Dig trenches! - "The platoon commander gave the order.

At this time, the armored vehicles that temporarily serve as shelters simply cannot withstand many shellings, and when the armored vehicles are bombarded by tanks to pieces, they will lose their barriers.

In this kind of flat terrain, losing the barrier and facing tanks, everyone knows that this is a dead end, and they will be crushed alive into pulp.

And by this time, it was already clear to the peacekeepers that this was not an encounter at all, but an ambush.

The order was given, and the fighters immediately picked up the sapper shovels and quickly dug trenches to the north of the armored vehicle.

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

The shells struck again, blowing half of an armoured vehicle in half, and the loud sound caused the peacekeepers to fall into a brief state of deafness.

"Whew! Swish! Swish! ——”

Sapper shovel to shovel soil quickly.

Everyone understood the tactical intentions of the platoon commander, and in this case, under such an attack, the trenches were the safest.

Their firepower is not as strong as that of the other side, but they can rely on the trenches to fight a difficult positional battle and try to delay as much time as possible.

When the base can't contact them within the specified time, when they hear the sound of gunfire here, they will naturally come to support.

So, now it's a matter of time, delaying time as much as possible.

With the joint efforts of more than a dozen fighters, a rudimentary form of a simple trench was dug out, and when the rudimentary form was dug out, the soldiers were faster, constantly digging and piling up.

"Dada...... Dadada......"

The three Heavy are constantly firing at the enemy, maintaining their vitality and buying time for their comrades in the back.

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

Another shell struck, blowing the second armored car in half.

The enemy is unhurried, unhurried and impatient, like a cat catching a mouse, playing slowly, playing slowly.

After all three armored vehicles were blown up, it was time for two land vehicles with militants to rush to the position and carry out the massacre.

"Whew! Swish! Swish! ……”

A spade of dirt was turned up, gradually raising the front side of the trench, and at any time the pad in front of the trench was raised, the entire trench gradually took shape, reaching a depth of one and a half meters.

Digging trenches, this is the most basic training, everyone will, plus the soil here is relatively soft, so in a short time, trenches are formed.

When the trenches are formed, the peacekeepers occupy the heights – the excavated earth is piled up almost a metre high, and after a simple ramming, it becomes the best vantage point.

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

“……”

Two tanks took turns bombing, completely destroying two armored vehicles, and the third was overturned by successive shelling and lay on its side on the ground.

"Boom ......"

The tanks began to rumble forward, and the militants behind followed a large area, forming the feeling of a large army pressing the territory.

At this time, seven or eight peacekeepers in the trenches were wounded, all of them by artillery fragments.

The soldier who had been cut by a shrapn on his thigh turned pale, lying in the arms of a comrade and shuddering.

He was still in pain, but he didn't have the strength to speak, and the excessive blood loss made him feel cold all over.

The rest of the wounded were also covered in blood, but all of them had guns in their hands, their eyes fixed on the oncoming tanks.

"Kobayashi! Kobayashi! Hold on, hold on, don't sleep! ——”

The squad leader shook the soldier who had been shot in the abdomen vigorously, rolled his eyelids with his hand, and told the other party not to sleep, never to sleep.

"Give him a morphine, quick!" The platoon commander shouted.

Morphine, a pain-relieving and refreshing drug, is usually equipped by foreign armies, but rarely by Chinese troops.

But as a peacekeeping force, it is also equipped with a small amount of morphine, but it is easy not to use it, after all, this kind of thing is very addictive, even if it is medical morphine.

Soon, a morphine was injected into the warrior's body.

The first time I used morphine, it worked very well, and the warrior who was going to sleep struggled to open his eyes.

"Squad leader, I'm sleepy...... I want to go home......" the fighter made a faint voice.

"Don't sleep! I order you not to sleep, and even if you go home, you have to go back with us, not you first!" The squad leader shouted: "Let's go home together, this is the oath of our class!" ”

The squad leader constantly stimulates the soldier to keep him awake.

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

A cannonball landed on the piled up dirt, instantly blasting a gap in the high part of the structure, and the shock wave combined with fragments and dirt, as well as the shock of the shell explosion, shocked everyone in the trench.

A soldier lying there spat blood directly from his mouth and lay in the trench.

It was the shock of the explosion, and his chest and abdomen were pressed against the dirt on the edge of the trench, and he was forced to bear the shock of the explosion of the shell.

Inexperienced, they came out on a peacekeeping mission, but they had never experienced such a battlefield bombarded by shells.

To put it simply, they have never fought at all, and they are only here to maintain stability, patrol, and occasionally deal with emergencies.

If it is a veteran of the battlefield, they will never put their chest and abdomen on the ground, they all know that this is the deadliest.

Normally, only 10 percent of those who are directly killed by artillery shells on the battlefield are killed, and almost 9 percent are killed by being shocked alive.

In the counterattack battle a few decades ago, there were countless casualties, and many soldiers died because of the concussion of artillery shells.

After a round of shelling, I watched the person lie there well, and when he went over to push him, he found that the seven orifices were bleeding and he had already died.

"Haizi! Haizi! ”

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

Another cannonball struck, blowing a gap in their trench, and several more fighters lay down in the trench.

There is simply no way to stop the bombardment of artillery shells, how can a person face a tank? In front of the tank, the infantry is a weak lamb, and they can crush as much as they want.

There is no air supremacy, no anti-materiel weapons, and any tank is the king of land.

"Concentrate grenades!" The platoon commander gave the order.

Soon, the grenades were gathered together, and the platoon commander took off his jacket, wrapped a dozen grenades tightly inside, and lay on the trench, staring at the approaching tank with bloodshot eyes.

"Platoon commander, what are you going to do?" A squad leader asked.

"Kill it." The platoon commander narrowed his eyes and said, "Lao Tzu wants to learn how to blow up tanks when fighting devils in TV dramas, so that the classics can be recreated." ”

When he said this, a thick hideousness appeared on the platoon commander's face, and all the green tendons on his forehead burst out.

Playing with life, the platoon commander of the peacekeeping force began to play with his life.

He knows very well that only by solving the two tanks can he fight hard, and if he can't solve them, they will all be finished.

At this time, someone has to risk their lives to move forward, and the leader is none other than his platoon commander.

"Platoon commander, your son has just been born, I'll come!" The squad leader shouted.

"Your parents' son has just grown up like this!" The platoon commander turned his head and glanced at the soldiers under his hands, stretched out his tongue and licked his lips fiercely: "A dead father is better than a dead son!" ”

After saying this, the platoon commander rolled out of the trench directly.

"Boom!"

The shells hit, and the platoon commander, who had just rolled out, was hit by the shock wave and was directly pulled back, covered with wounds and blood.

"Uh...... Uh......"

The platoon commander's body was trembling, and his lips were constantly buzzing.

I can't go up at all, the distance is too short to rush.

"I'm coming!" The squad leader gritted his teeth and was about to climb up.

At this moment, a rocket came from the northwest, drew a graceful parabola, and hit the tank.

"Boom!"

The rockets exploded, and flames rose into the sky.

"Support is coming! ——”

Everyone was in good spirits, but when they turned their heads, all they saw was a jeep with two people speeding up.

……

(End of chapter)