Seeing that the opponent's position was shrouded in the fire and smoke of the shell explosion, Tat Wanshuai proudly brought the cup in his hand to his lips and took a sip of wine. Born into a large Turkish aristocratic family, the marshal who had participated in dozens of battles, large and small, had a strange hobby of sipping red wine while watching his troops charge. By now, his soldiers had moved into their starting positions, ready to attack once the shelling stopped.

At this time, everyone on the opposite position hid in a trench up to 2 meters deep, enduring the deafening sound of explosions and the dust that kept falling overhead. Sergeant Hildeland, 27, retired from the German Army three years ago and has been working on his family's farm since then. Since their family had six brothers, there was no shortage of manpower on the farm, so when he saw the recruitment of the mercenary corps for 500 marks per month, he resolutely signed up. Now he has been in Turkey for 8 months, participated in the battle of Cassandra and Thessaloniki, maybe his dead grandfather has a spirit in the sky, although he rushes to the front every time he fights, but he has not suffered a single minor injury, and his comrades around him call him "lucky Xiaoxi". He sat at the bottom of the trench and smoked leisurely, and the falling clods of earth had extinguished his cigarette more than once, but he did not look dissatisfied at all, and still struck matches again and again.

Hildrand belonged to the 2nd Regiment of the Mercenaries, and their platoon was in the position next to the 15th Regiment of the KPA, while next to him sat a very young Turk who was covering his ears and looking blankly ahead. Hildrand handed over a cigarette, the Turk shook his head, what was said in Turkish, Hildrand couldn't hear or understand, but still told him in German not to worry, the trenches were safe, the man nodded as if he didn't understand, patted his chest and shouted, "Hakali, Hakali!" ”

Hildrand pointed at him, "Hakkari? The man nodded, and his name was Hakkari.

"Hildeland! Hill Deland! Hildeland patted his chest as well, and the two men who didn't speak the same language met in this way, gesturing and communicating at the same time.

Half an hour later, the shelling stopped. Hakkari wanted to stand up, but Hildran held him down and looked at the observation post not far away, and after a while, the observation post gave a signal, signaling that the other party was attacking, and he pulled Harika to climb to the steps more than half a meter high in the trench, stretched out his little head to look at the situation outside, and countless Turkish infantry on the opposite side were marching slowly in a neat queue to this side.

Hildrand lowered the bullets from the cartridge belt to the edge of the trench, and Harika prepared as he did.

"Ruler 2000 meters!"

Inside the trenches, the officers began to run back and forth, asking the soldiers to adjust the rulers on their rifles.

The atmosphere began to tense up, and the machine gunners pulled the bolts of their guns and put their fingers on the firing trigger.

At this time, the artillery behind the defender's position rang out, and the cannonballs whistled over the position, setting off brilliant fireworks around the opponent's ranks. The opposing infantry began to disperse, and the cats bent forward quickly, and soon ran 2,000 meters from the position.

"Ruler 1500 meters!"

Syllable! Syllable......

At this time, the KPA units on the right of the position suddenly opened fire without an order.

"Damn it!" Hildrand cursed in a low voice, often a few Turkish soldiers pulled the trigger in advance due to nervousness, and then the surrounding Turkish soldiers also followed suit, presumably this time was no exception.

Hakari also tried to pull the trigger, but was stopped by Hildeland.

Of the thousands of meters of position, only the KPA on the right was fighting happily, and the mercenary positions in the center and on the left were already very calm. It took a while for the gunfire on the right to subside, but the officers on that side were already sweating profusely.

Less than two kilometers in front of the position, the government soldiers were all lying on the ground, looking black and oppressed. KPA bullets did little harm to them, except for occasional shells that threw mutilated limbs into the air.

As the shrill whistle sounded, the soldiers lying on the ground got up to the shouts of the officers, and they quickened their pace and began to charge towards this position.

"Cavalry!" The soldiers at the observation post suddenly shouted loudly, and a large group of Turkish cavalry, brandishing sabers, rushed out from behind the flanks of the charging infantry.

In the distance, Marshal Tat Swan snorted again with a sip of wine, and in the blink of an eye his cavalry circled the sides of the opposing position, where there were no mines or barbed wire.

"Fire! Fire at the cavalry! "The officers were in a hurry to give orders, the machine guns began to roar, and the soldiers' right hands began to busily pull the trigger, pull the guns, and pull the trigger again.

The Turkish cavalry who rushed to the front widened their eyes as they spurted blood flowers from their chests, and their bodies lost control and went straight ahead, and then they were trampled into a ball of flesh by the hooves of the cavalry behind.

The machine guns on the position frantically threw light smoke bullet casings outward, causing huge damage to the swarming cavalry, but the cavalry sprinted so fast that they rushed in front of them from a kilometer away in tens of seconds, so that the defending soldiers did not even have time to use grenades.

"Get down!" Hildrand pressed Hakkari's head under the trench, and a brown Turkish horse stepped over them.

The Turkish cavalry at the front rushed through the trenches from both flanks of the position, and the machine gunners in the trenches began to withdraw from their positions, and if they remained with the machine guns, they would soon be killed by the whizzing cavalry like watermelons.

"Grenades, throw grenades!" Hildeland shouted at the soldiers around him as he threw a grenade at the cavalry, and the German soldiers around him began throwing grenades as well.

"Hakkari! Fast! Hildrand looked at his little Turkish brother, who was sitting stupidly on the ground in the trench, holding his rifle at a loss.

At this time, some of the cavalrymen who rushed through the trench were ready to continue to rush forward, while others stopped and drew their pistols to shoot at the enemy in the trench, and for a time their speed slowed down and their formation became chaotic. The loss of speed of the cavalry meant the loss of life, and on a small hillside 100 meters behind the trench, a machine-gun position of more than 10 Maxims dealt a fatal blow to the group of cavalry that was spinning in place.

The grenades of the soldiers in the trenches also brought great damage to the subsequent cavalry, and the wave of cavalry was forcefully contained. Then the soldiers began to shoot the Turkish cavalry that had stopped nearby with their rifles, and more and more cavalrymen fell off their horses, and finally after a whistle, the remaining hundreds of cavalrymen rode away.

The soldiers of the German and People's Armies on the defending side had no time to celebrate, because while they were engaged with the cavalry, the infantry of the opposing side, having paid heavy casualties, had already passed through the minefield with their flesh and blood, and they were now two hundred meters away with rifle butts, bayonets and grenades against the barbed wire there.

Fortunately, the machine gunners had returned to their positions, Maxim and Firebird began to roar again, and mortar shells continued to smash into the government soldiers who rushed to the barbed wire.

Soon, the front of the barbed wire fence was filled with corpses.

Marshal Tat Wanwan gently lowered his wine glass and signaled the soldiers of the first wave to retreat to their starting positions, and half an hour later artillery fire began to concentrate on the barbed wire strip at the front of the opponent's position.

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