Xia Yi, who was wearing a steel helmet on his head and his cheeks were already covered with sweat, was not disturbed by the fierce artillery fire below, he quickly and calmly opened the flintlock trigger, bit the back of the ammunition paper bag marked with black dots, poured all the fuze medicine there into the fuze pool, released the flintlock trigger and pressed the fuze pool, and then the muzzle of the gun was pointed vertically up, biting the front of the paper bag with red dots, pouring the propellant into the barrel, inserting and squeezing through the strip, and then putting in the lead bullet, and then using the strip to press the bullet into place, Then half of the end was in the trench, and after the comrades in front of him finished shooting at the front of the trench, Xia Yi moved forward in front of the trench with half squatting, and then raised his gun to look for the target, he saw an officer with gauze wrapped in his head and a bright sword in his hand, leading a group of soldiers to charge towards his position.

Xia Yi licked his mouth that was a little cracked and stained with confetti from the ammunition bag, closed his left eye, and began to aim at the Dutch officer, as sharpshooters in the Liang family's army, the weapons they used were all the latest models of muskets, such as installing sights, and using lathes to drill rifling, so that these sharpshooters could hit the current more accurately when shooting.

"Closer, closer." Xia Yi silently measured the distance between him and the officer in his heart, and finally, after he had confirmed that the officer had entered his optimal shooting distance, Xia Yi gently pulled the trigger, and suddenly, a strong recoil force made his body tilt back slightly through the butt of the gun, but his eyes were fixed on the officer with a white cloth wrapped around his head.

I saw that the officer's whole body suddenly stiffened as if he had been struck by lightning, his head tilted back violently, and the command knife in his hand slipped from his hand at this moment. Xia Yi clenched his fists fiercely, and did not dare to delay in turning around and moving to the back of the trench, so that his comrades, who had already finished loading ammunition, stepped forward and continued to shoot, while he continued to repeat the series of actions just now, preparing for another shot.

"Well done, Xia boy, you killed a big fish." Not far away, Wu Jinshui, the instructor of a row of three platoons, gave Xia Yi a thumbs up and applauded loudly for his accurate shooting. Xia Yi just smiled innocently and continued what he had to do.

Wu Jinshui took out a small notebook, drew a circle on the blank page, added a cross, and then wrote down Xia Yi's name, which means that Xia Yi, a soldier in three rows and four squads, successfully killed an officer.

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According to the young master's order, as the soldiers of the special first battalion, the number of enemies killed will only be uniformly counted in the military merits of the combat unit after the battle, and only account for a small proportion, and the main criterion for their merit is to complete their objectives in this operation. Of course, the officer who killed the opposing side will be credited with credit alone.

This is a new way of counting the merits of the soldiers, so that even the soldiers in the ranks who are waiting for the enemy to come to the door with the mine in their hands and never have a chance to fire, this is a more modest way to calculate the merits, because they may not be able to shoot the enemy from beginning to end, but if they can successfully accomplish the goal of the battle: to prevent any enemy from escaping the valley, they will receive the same military merit.

Lieutenant George, who had been stunned by the shock wave, was now awake and had seen the death of the brave Dutch Army Major Passarella. From time to time, stray bullets struck the ground around him, kicking up patches of yellow dust, and it took only two breaths for Lieutenant George to make a wise choice, and he just lay on the ground, trying to move forward, aiming at a large tree next to the road five meters away.

If Liang Pengfei saw Lieutenant George's movements and posture at this moment, he would definitely be amazed that this was a genius. At this moment, the character exploded, and the standard military method of the twentieth century military used to push the body forward with the strength of the arms and legs close to the ground. It's like a textbook.

Finally, after all the hardships, Lieutenant George finally climbed under a big tree beside the road to catch his breath in the hail of bullets, and a frightened soldier had just jumped off the avenue and was about to take cover from the tree as a general cover. However, when he was less than two steps away from another large tree beside Lieutenant George, a bloody eye suddenly burst out of his white shirt on his chest.

The soldier's body seemed to hit a wall, he paused abruptly, his eyes widened, his expression of disbelief filled his entire face, he slowly lowered his head, looked at the blood stains on his chest that were spreading more and more, his eyes soon began to drift, his legs fell to his knees weakly, and then, like a stake, his entire upper body fell straight to Lieutenant George's feet.

Looking at the blood that had just soaked from under the body, which was still alive, Lieutenant George closed his eyes and held tightly the golden cross on his chest, which his beloved wife had hung up for himself on the expedition to Borneo before the war began.

In his mind, he tried his best to recall his wife's warm and unrelenting face, as well as the warm and wet kiss on his forehead. Lieutenant George's eyes welled up in tears of despair and disappointment.

The return fire below became more and more weak, and no soldier had the courage to touch the rifle artillery around the infantry artillery that the mortars had precisely cared for. The mercenaries who wanted to escape the same way, after experiencing several violent mine explosions, could only give up this idea in despair, and instead went into the shallow ditches on both sides of the road with their comrades to avoid the bullets that would kill them when they did not know when.

At this time, the soldiers of the 1st battalion of Liangjiate, who were lying in ambush on the valleys on both sides, had already stood up and were jamming their bayonets in the barrels of their guns, and they looked at the commander standing on a high ground with expectant expressions.

This special soldier, who was also armed with a revolver like the officers, was proudly putting the charge to his lips at this moment, and as he stood on a high place, crossed his waist with one hand, and held the front end of the barrel of the revolver in the other hand, he was scratching his scalp, and he puffed out his cheeks as a first-class bandit...... "Didi, Da Da Di!" ......" At this time, on the valleys on both sides, a passionate charge was sounded, "Rush! The battalion commander Liang Shuisheng drew his war knife and swung it, the tip of the knife pointed straight at the valley, guiding the soldiers in the direction of the charge, and holding his revolver tightly with the other hand so that he could fire at any time.

"Rush!" The high morale of the officers and men of the 2,000-strong Special 1st Battalion resounded through the valley, even muffling the explosion of the mortars that were still firing.

"Brothers, rush to Lao Tzu!" Young Master Liang also provoked the surging efforts of his subordinates, and let out a strange scream, a leap ......, "Be careful!" As soon as Ni Ming's words blurted out, he had already seen Young Master Liang leap into the air heroically, so he had to close his eyes with a miserable expression.

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"I say!" As a result, Liang Pengfei jumped into the air only to find that the boulder he was hiding was really a little higher than the slope below. Fortunately, Liang Pengfei, who had the painful experience and lessons of crossing because of a high-altitude fall, finally did not cross again, but he was planted in a bush. Fortunately, the military uniform on his body is a sturdy canvas, otherwise, Young Master Liang would really be covered in blood.

After getting out of the bushes in embarrassment, the iron-faced Young Master Liang glared viciously at the soldiers who had walked around the side under the boulder, and their expressions looked like they were in schadenfreude. A big kick shone on Monk Chen, who was closest to him and had the biggest grin, kicked over. "Dog, want to watch a play? It's not all for Lao Tzu! ”

"Ah...... Kill! After Monk Chen screamed miserably, he immediately rushed down the slope at the speed of a dog chasing a rabbit, and under the wise command of the embarrassed and angry Young Master Liang, two hundred soldiers rushed towards the valley like two hundred outlaws.

The battle ended rather quickly, and when the soldiers of the 1st Battalion rushed to the avenue at the bottom of the valley shouting slogans to lay down their arms, it could be said that there was no further counterattack.

The mercenaries were all honestly gathered together by the soldiers of the 1st Special Battalion, some of whom were assigned to collect the bodies of their companions, and some of whom were to take care of the wounded.

"It's a pity, it's a pity that such a successful ambush battle only cleaned up such a group of fish belly troops." Liang Pengfei slowly drove on this potholed avenue full of blood and cloth strips, and he sighed with emotion.

By this time, the soldiers of the 1st Special Battalion had already taken out the mines that had been buried and were not used, put them back in their backpacks, and waited for the next time to let them be useful.

"Hey, where's Staff Officer Ni?" Liang Pengfei searched for a long time before he found that his personal staff officer was holding a big tree at the moment, and he was vomiting there so much that it was dark. Not far from him was the body of a Dutch mercenary who had been blown into pieces.

"Tut-tut, pitiful, the first time I went to the battlefield to see blood, I encountered such a tragic situation, it was really too difficult for him," Liang Pengfei shook his head, motioned for Bai Shusheng to bring a small flat iron bottle, walked to the side and finished vomiting, sat down in front of Ni Ming, who was panting, patted Ni Ming's shoulder, and handed the small wine bottle to him: "It doesn't matter, whoever goes to the battlefield for the first time is like this, drink some wine, it will be better to kill the stomach." Liang Pengfei's very considerate words of care made Ni Ming's heart warm and very moved.

At this time, Liang Shuisheng, who had finished handling the post-war affairs, ran to Liang Pengfei with excitement on his face and stood upright: "Report to the young master, our special first battalion has successfully completed this ambush combat mission. ”

(To be continued)