In the quiet coastal area of the southeast peninsula, on a defensive position controlled by the Ceylon defenders, several Ceylonese soldiers were guarding the defensive positions of the Ming army on the opposite side with their weapons. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Yesterday, news just came that the troops of the Ming Empire had hit the second salient, making the entire Ceylon defense line passive.

Now, almost all eyes were on the section of the line of defense that was intertwined between the two sides, and the armored forces of Ceylon were moving in that direction, and part of the reserves were also transferred in that direction.

However, Shen Baihe still ordered the entire defense line to be put on guard, so the Ceylonese troops were all thrown into the defense line, alert to the all-out attack of the Ming Empire.

Through the fog, the Ceylonese defenders watched the barbed wire and minefields not far away, which were their carefully constructed fortifications.

"What sound?" A Ceylonese soldier with a rifle in his hand asked his companion with a frown, apparently he had heard something strange.

And his companion looked at the trench on his chest as if in a daze. But soon he woke up from his daze and exclaimed, "I felt a slight vibration! ”

It was only then that he realized that his companion had already raised his weapon, and then he turned his head sideways and saw a bullet flying towards his face.

Before he could dodge it, he was hit in the forehead by the bullet. Then, as he fell on his back, the defenders of Ceylon returned fire.

"Phew!" With a single bullet fired, the Ceylon infantry crouched down to pull the bolt of their guns, and as he fired, the allies around him did the same.

Because they were not equipped with automatic weapons, the only thing that could fire continuously on the positions of the Ceylon defenders was the concealed machine gun positions.

Almost at the same time, a machine-gun position roared forward, tracer bullets drawing graceful lines in the jungle mist.

There's an interesting saying on the battlefield: unless you're in a hurry to die, let the bullets fly first. Flying bullets are indestructible and can destroy anything that stands in their way.

But now, it seemed that the domineering bullet encountered something that it could not penetrate, and the tracer bullet hit some objects and was bounced off to form a turn that was almost right-angled.

Then, breaking through the faint fog, a No. 1 tank of the Ming Empire showed its body, and behind this tank was another No. 1 tank.

Because it adapts to the mountainous and jungled terrain of the Southeast Peninsula, the Ming Empire transported the No. 1 tank, which was not looked down upon by the northern troops, to the Southeast Peninsula, and these tanks are indeed more suitable here.

Their small size allows them to travel through the jungle, and their flexibility allows them to accompany the infantry, making them popular with the infantry of the Ming Empire.

"Tanks! Tanks of the Ming Army! A Ceylon defender soldier shouted loudly, pointing to the advancing Ming tanks in the distance.

A concealed anti-tank gun not far away suddenly opened fire, spewing a dazzling burst of flame. The shells fired by the anti-tank guns crossed the long distance in an instant and hit the front of the No. 1 tank of the Ming Empire.

The tremendous force pierced the front armor of the tank, destroying the tank that had just flaunted its might. However, new tanks soon filled the gap, and the infantry of the Ming Empire was still on the offensive.

The anti-tank gun, which had exposed its position, was immediately returned fire by the Ming Empire, and an infantry mortar group hundreds of meters away aimed its own weapons at it.

Then the mortar opened fire in succession, turning the anti-tank gun into a part state with three shells. Unhindered, the Ming Empire tanks continued to advance and cut into the trench lines of the Ceylon defenders.

Another hidden anti-tank gun roared again, and the role of this weapon was to exchange, exchange enemy tanks. When fired, it will expose itself and have a fairly low chance of surviving.

Of course, building a strong artillery defense fortress for anti-tank guns, as was the case in Japan, is another matter.

It was too late, and the two Ming Empire No. 1 tanks aimed their turrets at the firing Ceylon guns, and the 20-mm guns let out a piercing roar.

Then these dense shells smashed the Ceylon artillery to pieces, destroying it along with the surrounding Ceylonese soldiers.

The fierce battle continued, and the Ming Empire, which had invested a large number of troops, as the attacking side, soon gained the advantage with the assistance of tanks.

They captured several nearby defensive positions and penetrated two trenches in succession, forcing the Ceylonese defenders to abandon some of their fortifications.

"How did they attack here?" Hearing that his defensive position was under the onslaught of the Ming Empire, the commander of a division in Ceylon who was responsible for holding here asked his staff officers depressedly.

Although he was ready to fight, he really couldn't do it with his own troops to meet the obviously larger number of Ming troops.

So the division commander could only grab the phone in front of him and call the military headquarters behind him: "Army commander, the troops of the Ming Empire are storming my defensive position!" ”

"I got a report...... Not a temptation? The commander asked rhetorically.

The division commander did not hesitate at all, and replied: "Yes! Throw in a lot of tanks and they're trying to chisel through my lines! ”

"I see! It seems that our commander miscalculated again......" said the commander and hung up the phone.

A minute later, in the headquarters on the southeast peninsula of Ceylon, Shen Baihe received a call from the defenders of the defensive position on the other side of his side.

The content made him stand there, unable to speak for a long time - the other party launched an attack in another place, and drove another nail into his defensive position!

"Twice in a row?" Shen Baihe asked himself in a low voice in disbelief, talking to himself as if he was doubting his life.

In fact, he did doubt himself, and he felt that in the past few years, he himself had been called the person who knew the most about military affairs in the Shen family, which was a great irony.

He suspected that they were sarcastically mocking him, that he was a clown at all, but that he had always felt good about himself, that he was indeed a talent in Ceylon who was about the same as Miao Shengye.

"We've been tricked! He even has the heart to play us in such a war that is related to the fate of the country! After Shen Ruyu heard the news, she was also furious.

But the next second he saw his brother, standing there as if he had lost his soul, and became silent for a moment. (To be continued.) )