What should I do? Wang Nu also wanted to know what he should do. But he didn't know what to do now, so he could only hold up the phone in his hand sluggishly, and he couldn't even send an order. He is not a person who is good at making decisions on the spot, and he doesn't know what to do at this time.

"Hold the line! Hold the line! Reinforcements will arrive later, and you can't take a step back even if you die! The king angrily slapped the table to embolden the other party, and as for the reinforcements he kept promised, even he himself did not know where they came from when he said them.

Putting down the phone in his hand, the Ming general on the front line looked at the deputy beside him, smiled bitterly and sighed: "This newly appointed governor of Jiliao let us resist, and his reinforcements will arrive ...... later."

"What are you kidding? In another half an hour, no, another twenty minutes, there will be a rout of troops because they have run out of ammunition. The deputy looked at the few war horses tied to the door of the headquarters, then moved his gaze back with difficulty, swallowed a mouthful of saliva before continuing to speak: "General, in this situation, we can only retreat temporarily. ”

Temporary retreat? In today's rampant positional warfare, a temporary retreat will immediately erode the tide of battle - as long as the opponent fights steadily and builds defensive lines and trenches, it will be difficult to regain those lost places. The front-line general looked at his own position a kilometer in front of him, where clouds of black smoke were rising from the shelling of the Jin Kingdom.

"Blow up the cannons that are out of shells, gather the nearby cavalry troops, and be ready at any time." The general didn't want to die in the cold trenches of the front line so inexplicably, and after giving the order to prepare for escape, he grabbed the phone again and informed the front-line defense troops to resist desperately: "The governor of Jiliao ordered to resist to the last soldier, and no one was allowed to retreat!" ”

No one is allowed to take a step back, and many people will think of such a slogan when they are on the defensive, but when the real battle breaks out, there are still many people who take a step back or even collapse for thousands of miles.

The bullet-ridden trenches, the walls of the pits are littered with reinforcement planks, and there are drainage ditches underfoot, which have been in existence for at least four years and have been dressed as warm as homes by the soldiers. Every dozen meters there are covered by covered rain, and most of them are reinforced with iron plates or thick logs to resist direct fire from small-caliber shells.

Now these places are crowded with Ming soldiers with rifles, wearing steel helmets with ramming horns, squinting at the cannons of the Jin Kingdom ravaging their trenches. Although the artillery of the Ming Empire is 10 times that of the Jin Kingdom, and the Jiliao region has at least twice as many cannons as the Jin Kingdom, due to the lack of ammunition, the artillery on the Ming side is as powerless as a groan.

"Boom!" Another shell fell near the Daming trenches, and the dirt kicked up hit these panicked soldiers, and a young soldier finally couldn't help but speak, and asked the veteran soldiers around him: "Uncle...... Why are there so many shells for the people of Jin? And what about our artillery? Why don't you call back? ”

The old soldier smiled bitterly and stretched out his hand, helped his nephew pat the sand off his shoulder, and replied with a cracked mouth: "Our ammunition depot here exploded just now, not to mention those expensive shells, I'm afraid there won't be much ammunition left for us to use in a while." ”

What he said is indeed right, in addition to the ammunition that is standing near the position, there is really not much ammunition available for deployment near Fengtian on the Jiliao front line of the Ming Dynasty - maybe it can be replaced by a capable minister, such as Wang Jue and the like, who can concentrate ammunition and send the warlike troops over to hold a few strategic points, but Wang Nu does not have this ability.

"Trumpet! Oops...... The people of the Jin Kingdom are attacking! Hearing the unique horn sound of the Jin troops sounding from the far side, some veterans in the trenches of the Ming Dynasty knew that today's battle was really unavoidable. And their current situation has become so bad that it cannot be worse.

In many places, the troops had already begun to rout, after all, it was not wise to fight the enemy in a lack of ammunition for the sake of the few remaining salaries, but even in this unfavorable situation, many troops chose to stay, they took up their weapons, and used the remaining ammunition to pull their rifles at the rebels who were approaching in the distance.

"Phew!" With a gunshot, a veteran of the Ming army pulled the bolt, and an iron bullet case collapsed at his feet. The shell was still steaming a little, but he had already put the second round into the chamber of his gun, aimed at the enemy on the opposite side, and pulled the trigger again.

Because of the general lack of training, even the veteran soldiers did not perform well in aiming and shooting. After two or three rounds of fire, although there were many Jin soldiers who were hit, because of the lack of heavy machine gun suppression, the distance between the two sides was close to the point of despair.

"Get on the bayonet!" Even in the Ming Dynasty, which has been decaying for a hundred years, even in the Ming Dynasty, which has been accustomed to defeat, there are still countless pious people. They sincerely believe in the past of this dynasty, and look forward to following in the footsteps of those ancestors to more glorious victories.

So when this country suffers, even though they know that they may lie in a corner forever, these people still ignite themselves, emitting a weak but dazzling light to illuminate this dark and decaying world. These people are coming forward in an endless stream, and fortunately they are in an endless stream, fortunately they are endless!

"Get on the bayonet!" So, the Ming soldiers who were still in the trenches drew their bayonets from their waists, shouted slogans and stuck the cold blades into their rifles, they were a little thin, some had vegetables, but when they stood there clumsily inserted their bayonets, their backs were as thick as a city wall.

"Daming Tiger! Against! An officer with the rank of lieutenant on his shoulder, carrying a bright bayonet, stood in the trench with only a dozen people left, and shouted the last words of his life in the face of hundreds of Jin soldiers rushing up in dense formation.

Behind him, the people with higher ranks on their shoulders rode their horses and led the defeated soldiers to a safe place. An hour later, most of the Fengtian section of the Jiliao defense line fell, and the Jin troops sang all the way and rushed to Fengtian.