This is how the military liked it, which is why Gaddafi used a knife instead of a gun, preferring to chop off the enemy's head with a knife and then look at the enemy's corpse, spurting blood and falling. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Dada...... Bumper ...... Boom...... Ahhhh …… Sizzle"

The Germans in front began to shoot, and the bullets fired by the P40 submachine gun and the MG42 light machine gun cut countless dead "fire whips" in the air.

Gaddafi felt that the Germans' firepower was so fierce that it was as if each of them was using a machine gun, and the barrage was like a storm.

The neighing of the war horse, the screams of the brothers who were hit, all tore apart Gaddafi's heart, whether it was a war horse or a brother, everything was trained by Gaddafi's painstaking efforts, and in such a short period of more than ten seconds, their lives were like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, and they passed away suddenly.

Gaddafi, who was bleeding in his heart, clamped his legs, and the spurs on his riding boots stabbed the mount under his crotch, and he galloped even faster, like lightning in the dark night.

The Germans in the distance began to support the Germans here with mortars, and countless mortar shells rained down, with a scream of death, each explosion taking away several of their own men.

Gaddafi didn't know what the sacrifice was on his side, but he felt that the forward on his side could not rush two or three hundred meters in front of the German army, as if within the range of 100 to 200 meters from the German army, there was a whirlpool of death, no matter how many people filled it, it had no effect.

Of course, Gaddafi did not know that the firing range of the German P40 submachine gun was 200 meters, and the rate of fire of the MG42 general-purpose machine gun was 1,500 rounds per minute.

At the same time, the most mortar shells fell in this range, so it was difficult for the Soviets to break through O'Neill's defenses.

Gaddafi, who is known for his flexible command, hurriedly shouted:

"The soldiers are divided into three roads, and the soldiers are divided into three roads......"

"Dada...... Bumper ...... Boom...... Tick Tick ......"

"The soldiers are divided into three roads, and the soldiers are divided into three roads......"

Of course, the soldiers next to Gaddafi could hear Gaddafi's orders, but there was absolutely no way to hear them from a distance, so they also shouted at the same time.

This is the cavalry transmitting orders in the ancient way, and the battlefield with such a roar can only be transmitted by shouting in unison with everyone.

Gaddafi's cavalry regiment showed the effect of their hard training at this time, and almost instantly, the troops behind them divided into three lines and charged towards O'Neill's oil wells.

"Kill...... Da Da Bang Bang ...... Boom...... Knock knock ......"

The sound of killing, submachine guns, machine guns, mounted guns, explosions, and horses' hooves mingled into a bloody battlefield in the bleak moonlight.

Gaddafi's cavalry regiment can be said to have lost a quarter of its strength in just a few minutes, but this did not make Gaddafi's already completely fanatical Soviet troops retreat, but rushed forward more fearlessly.

At this time, Gaddafi had rushed to the front, and the people in front of him were also dead, and Gaddafi could clearly see the heads of the Germans peeking out of the pit, as well as the muzzles of the guns that spewed flames, these hateful Germans were wantonly shooting their own soldiers, which was unbearable for Gaddafi.

"Kill...... For Stalin...... Yes!!! ”

"Ulla...... Ula ......"

As soon as Gaddafi shouted a sentence, he was hit in the right chest by a bullet, and the huge force took Gaddafi away from the war horse and flew upside down.

Gaddafi was still three hundred meters away from O'Neill's defense line at this time, and although Gaddafi was hit, his men did not stop charging, but only avoided a little route, so as not to trample on their commander.

O'Neill's defense line began to be critical, and the Soviet cavalry regiment of more than 2,000 people rushed forward, saying that the Soviet cavalry also had cavalry guns in their hands, and the "direct flight commando" was in the elite, and its head could not withstand bullets, so O'Neill's casualties also reached one-third.

Two hundred meters, one hundred and fifty meters.

Killed one, the Soviets came up with two, and killed a pair of Soviet soldiers from the top two.

One hundred meters.

Suddenly, gunfire rang out from the flank of the Soviet army, and the bullets on this side were even denser, and the bullets were tilted to the side of the Soviet cavalry like a raging storm.

"Dada...... Ahh!!hhhhh …… Whoop ......"

It was the support squadron led by Eddie shooting, and the screams of the Soviet soldiers who were hit, and the screams of the war horses, were endless.

After Gaddafi was shot off his horse, he flew out upside down and fell to the ground with a "bump", and he was in pain, "Ah! This kind of pain is like a heart-rampling pain, and a person as strong as Gaddafi endures it.

Gaddafi was hit in the right chest by a bullet from a submachine gun, with a small eye in the front and a large hole in the back, and blood gushed out like a spring.

Life is passing quickly from Gaddafi's body, the bone-chilling cold is ruthlessly attacking Gaddafi lying on the ground, Gaddafi shivered with his hands and tried to wrap his clothes tightly, but he still felt the cold penetrate his heart and lungs, and Gaddafi's body began to tremble involuntarily.

In order to alleviate his cold, Gaddafi subconsciously took out a pack of blood-stained cigarettes from his pocket, his hands were already shaking very much, and it took a lot of effort to pull out another box of matches.

"Sneer......"

Gaddafi felt that his hand was starting to be a little out of his control, and he used all his strength to draw several times without striking a match, but Gaddafi did not intend to give up, he was a relatively determined, and the cold of his body required him to take a puff of cigarette to resist.

"Snort...... Snort"

Gaddafi's trembling hand finally struck a match, and he shivered and shivered as he lit the cigarette with his own blood in his mouth.

Gaddafi quickly took a deep breath, and the "cough ......" ushered in a faint coughing sound, and the violently cracked chest continued to gush out of blood with bubbles.

"Hoo ......"

A puff of smoke erupted from Gaddafi's mouth, diffused in the air, and gradually amplified, and the smoke was like a dream in the moonlight.

Gaddafi suddenly saw his mother through the smoke, he was preparing a sumptuous dinner, the table was lined with exquisite food, the elderly mother's face was full of wrinkles, and her back was already slightly bent, but this did not affect her kindness, she was preparing food, and she was still nagging:

"Gaddafi!! Mom made you your favorite roast chicken. ”

…… (To be continued.) )