On the coastal Mitchell Plain, more than 30 kilometers southeast of Nanshan Port, as local time approached dusk, a battalion-sized Chinese Army unit was making final preparations before facing the battle.

In the past month or so, the U.S. Army has successively defeated or encircled several black villages on the east and north periphery of the Nanshan Governor's Territory, and more than 3,000 black prisoners have been imprisoned in the suburbs of Nanshan Port, waiting for the final disposition. The continuous expansion of the elongated front also caused Scott's African Brigade to continuously divide troops to be stationed in place to consolidate the results of the battle.

By the end of October, Scott's mobile forces were reduced to a mixed battalion of two infantry companies and one cavalry company, and the direction of the purge operation was also aimed at the Mitchell Plains southeast of the Governor of Nanshan. It was one of the first outlying areas to be abandoned a few months ago, and it was surrounded by thousands of black natives, and it was also the last organized indigenous tribal alliance of the entire Nanshan Governor.

A stronghold of the Reclamation Army, which had been destroyed by black looting a few months earlier, was overgrown with weeds, like a huge grave protruding from the plain as far as the eye could see. The armed stronghold was surrounded by several simple sandbag fortifications, and about a company of Chinese soldiers wearing steel helmets and rifles was eating in turn before the battle.

Looking at the dark shadows surging in the bushes at the end of the steppe to the east and north, the officers and men crouched behind the sandbag fortifications with cans and whispered - this was probably the smallest number of troops they had engaged the enemy since entering South Africa. Faced with at least two or three thousand black natives, the recruits who had fought several tailwind battles in the early stage also began to feel a little uneasy.

"Hehe, it's obvious that they don't know that we have hidden half of our forces in the armed stronghold, they think we are too weak, and they plan to sneak up on us at dusk, and it's still an old tactic of outflanking on both flanks...... However, we do have too strict a distribution of troops. Tang Wei glanced at his defensive position, and disagreed with the commander-in-chief Scott's risky division tactics for more than a month, "They don't seem to have the courage to attack during the day, they need to take advantage of the fact that it is not yet dark." Drive them away with cavalry and artillery fire? ”

"As long as we stay here, they're either going to quit the land or they're going to come and get tough. Although this is a plain for cavalry battles, I don't want to suffer unnecessary losses. Nights may not be the right place for them to fight, but we're no strangers to them. Scott directly shook his head, vetoing Tang Wei's plan to want the cavalry company to be the first to be in the limelight, and there was not much expression on his cold face, "After a while, the main force of the Foreign Legion will return, and we will be able to relax a lot." ”

"There aren't many natives around the Nanshan Governor's Territory. If we defeat them again this time, it is estimated that there will be few blacks in the surrounding tens of thousands of square kilometers......" Tang Wei saw that Scott had played the tactic of seducing small forces again, and was also full of expectations for the upcoming battle.

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"Yu Shan, you idiot, why don't you let the soldiers get the grenades ready!" On the position, Makarov, who was the highest sergeant major of the African brigade, came to inspect with a group of non-commissioned officers, and at a glance found an abnormal appearance of a certain section of the infantry position.

"Boss, you're so harsh, do you think that those blacks who are only as tall as your chest can break through the machine-gun position?" Yu Shankou bites a grass root. With a grin, he pointed to the two 32A rotary tube machine gun positions not far from him, "We just need to protect them, just like in the Northern Campaign more than ten years ago." ”

"Yu Shan, immediately transfer the machine gun squad to the left and right flanks. There is a need to intensify firepower. At this time, Qiao Yan came over with another lieutenant officer and directly gave the latest order.

"So what should I do here?!" Yu Shan was stunned when he heard this, and pointed to the front anxiously as if he had lost his life, "What if their main direction of attack is me here?!" ”

"Oh. Poor fellow, if it is as you say, then you must not only follow my advice. And let everyone get on the bayonet...... Your shit luck and hunch have always been good, haven't they? Makarov also gloated and puffed up his chest, looking around Yu Shan at the eggs of the recruits squatting behind the sandbags of the fortifications, "Set an example for the soldiers, my dear Mr. Yu Shan, a congressional recipient of the Medal of Honor." ”

"It's not fair! Most of my company are recruits! I need a machine gun! Yu Shan gritted his teeth and stood up, and pointed indignantly to the steel helmet of a Chinese soldier beside him, "Look at him, I can guarantee that he will never have the courage to fire at the enemy who rushed within 50 meters!" ”

Ren Xingzhong turned his head and looked blankly at the sergeant major who had been treating him like a "relative" during this time, and the other party's words just now stabbed him in the head like a stick.

"This is Lieutenant Colonel Scott's order, Yu Shan!" Qiao frowned, just repeated the instructions above, and walked away.

"Okay, order, as long as you don't stop me from retreating when the time comes, I don't have a problem if you take half of my rifle......" Yu Shan returned to his command position like a deflated ball, and shouted loudly around, "The grenade is ready, and you must obey the order of the platoon non-commissioned officer later, and you are not allowed to shoot without authorization!" ”

As he spoke, he twisted his head to the side again, and showed a mouthful of big white teeth at Ren Xingzhong, who was nervous: "Hehe, don't listen to Ma Da Monkey's alarmist words." Don't worry, you just have to follow me. Honestly, from the landing to the present, have you ever shot at the enemy? ”

"No ......" Ren Xingzhong looked at the muzzle of the gun nervously, and replied softly with a red face.

"Sure enough...... Your mom and dad should have sent you an abacus, not a rifle. Yu Shan glanced at the slightly trembling fingers placed on the trigger, and sighed softly, "You are too nervous, keep your fingers away from the trigger, otherwise you will not be able to control yourself." ”

Perhaps it was the irresistible temptation of the canned scent of the Chinese Army's dinner, or the illusion of weakness created by the troops hiding in the ruins of the armed strongholds, the undisciplined attack of the Negro natives finally began in the red sky.

Densely packed with thousands of dwarf black natives bounced and ran deftly across the plains, excited and cautious like piles of black grasshoppers. The hunter-savvy Bussiman men carried wooden shields, spears, or hunting bows in front of them, the Stranlopa painted their bodies and spears with a white pigment ground from shell powder, and a few Khoi weapons a variety of weapons, including stones, clubs, and so on.

The troops hidden in the armed stronghold had quietly returned to their defensive positions, and the black natives were now less than 400 meters from the outermost fortifications. In the process of approaching, perhaps nervous and frightened, the fierce black man gradually pulled out a wide formation due to the difference in speed, and only the habitual, one-on-one bravery shouted louder.

"Only half of the people came. Probably the moment they set off, they were regretting it. It was already dark in the telescope, and Scott simply gave up the distance observation and pointed at the approaching black crowd in the distance, "Mortars opened fire, blocking their retreat route. ”

"I knew it was a rush to kill." Tang Wei smiled and conveyed Scott's order to Qiao Xian, who was on standby beside him, who just silently gave a military salute and turned to leave.

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The high-explosive shells fired by four 60-mm mortars blew up clouds of smoke and dust in the dragging rear of the indigenous blacks in three directions, and although the shells were sparsely numbered, even fewer were blown away by the first wave of shells. But the astonishing effect of the explosion caused the blacks at the end of the Neolithic period to cry out in terror.

The black men at the front were already less than 200 meters away from the positions of the Chinese and American Army, and the sound of explosions from the rear caused the most courageous black soldiers to stop and turn back.

At this moment, the sound of gunfire and muzzle flames like fried beans exploded into one on the gorgeous position. Gravity magazines with a capacity of 75 rounds were loaded into the inflection port of the 32A rotary tube machine gun, and the young machine gunner shook the handle, and the tongue of fire more than a foot long protruded from the rotation of the barrel.

A short black body was surrounded by a rain of bullets like fireflies in the dusk, and corpses that had been shattered and torn by multiple bullets swirled, and the terrifying screams were almost equal to the sound of gunfire. The body hit by the 11mm bullet changed direction under kinetic energy, and then a bloody hole was torn open at the site of the hit within a few tenths of a second, and then the tumbling bullet broke a larger wound in the body. Finally, it passed through the torso and blasted a larger bloody hole on the other side.

Ren Xingzhong's first bullet in the face of a real target since joining the army was fired at the moment he closed his eyes. He buried his head in a sandbag to resist the recoil from the butt of the gun, and did not dare to raise his head. Even vaguely expecting the bullet to miss.

Surrounded by the slightly flustered firing and reloading of bullets from his comrades, accompanied by heavy breathing and the sound of bullet casings falling to the ground. A series of firing sounds came from the machine-gun positions on the flanks in the distance, making Ren Xingzhong feel like a small boat in the ocean, and the unique sense of existence of life seemed so blurred at this time. It was as if the entire position was exactly the same humanoid machine.

In less than two minutes, the attack of thousands of indigenous blacks was completely broken up by the rapid firepower, of course, the vast majority of them were broken up by the blocking shells of the mortar shells, and the hundreds of blacks who rushed to the front of the position stopped at a distance of 200 meters in chaos. And most of them were overturned to the ground by a dense barrage of bullets.

The familiar cavalry trumpets sounded, and hundreds of gorgeous cavalrymen leaped out of the side of the position with sabers and revelator shotguns, and let out exuberant cathartic slogans, like a surging mudslide pressing down on the blacks who were already in a hail of bullets.

In the face of the Chinese Army of professional killers, the courageous and active attack of thousands of blacks was so comical and powerless, and they also fell into a situation of total annihilation.

"God bless America! Attack and kill these barbarians! Those who are seriously injured will be killed on the spot, and it is forbidden to collect the spoils of war on the spot! Makarov's voice came from afar, and his tone was full of strong confidence.

One by one, the heavily armed Chinese officers and soldiers jumped out of the fortifications with rifles and chased after the fleeing blacks who had become a mess, while the cavalry company had gone farther away in two directions, like driving a flock of black sheep that had lost their way.

Under the barrage of bullets, less than 100 black natives were able to escape their lives at the front, of course, most of them were "lucky people" who were scared on the spot, and the corpses scattered along the offensive route indicated that more African natives were killed by the civilization generation.

The pursuit of the cavalry company reached a new climax, and the familiar shotgun shots could already be heard, and one by one the blacks who had discarded their primitive cold weapons were broken in the backs by bullets fired from behind. On the line of advance of the infantry skirmish, the few shots were directed at the black wounded who were missing arms and legs.

The old black man in front of him had his legs broken by a machine-gun bullet, and his facial tattoos, twisted by pain, looked like ghosts. The emaciated body trembled in the grass, and the blood gushed out of the wound uncontrollably, staining the entire lower half of the body.

Ren Xingzhong's rifle bayonet was aimed at this "lucky" black man who appeared in his path forward, and the words in his ears were incomprehensible, and the only thing he could understand was the desperate action of the other party using his hands to support his body and constantly moving backwards. Every time the old black man took a step back, Ren Xingzhong would subconsciously follow the step. A distance of half a meter is maintained at all times.

I don't know when, a few gorgeous soldiers who watched the excitement gradually surrounded them, and they seemed to be very interested in Ren Xingzhong's performance of teasing the seriously injured black people, and even a few people laughed out loud.

"Damn, which platoon of idiots is this? Are you still going to see him finish writing a poem and then shoot him?! Makarov walked from the side, pushed away the onlookers, and when he saw the situation in front of him, he couldn't help but be angry.

"Boss, he's a rookie and he's only fired one shot." Yu Shan hurried over. At first glance, he understood, so he quickly whispered a few words into Makarov's ear, with a mysterious smile on his face.

"Oh? The son of a big man...... I haven't killed a single enemy yet, it's incredible, I thought he wanted to have a good chat with his enemy for a night......" Makarov looked meaningfully at the Ren family behind Yu Shan, and the expression on his face gradually changed from anger to strangeness, "Then let him finish the poem quickly!" Damn, this kid came to the wrong place in the first place. Let him sober up, this is the army! ”

Makarov scolded and walked away. Yu Shan grinned at Ren Xingzhong, and then his face quickly fell: "Xingzhong, shoot!" ”

Ren Xingzhong shuddered, and the action of pulling the bolt safety completely lost coordination. The old black man struggling at gunpoint was already on the verge of losing his strength. The body curled up motionless, while the soldiers who watched the excitement around fell silent, as if Ren Xingzhong's hesitation had affected the others.

"Shoot!" Yu Shan shouted violently.

"Phew!" After the gunshot, Ren Xingzhong raised his foot to bypass without even looking at it. Only a corpse was left with a punch through the chest.

"Congratulations, Ren Shao, you shot at least two times today. There is one more result. Yu Shan chased after him, knocked on Ren Xingzhong's steel helmet, who was moving forward like a lost soul, and grabbed the other party's arm by the way, "See, victory is easy, after tonight, we can go back to the city and sleep!" ”

"......" Ren Xingzhong silently lowered his head, in response, and then slowly turned around and went in other directions.

"Finally found a guy who is more sentimental than Qiao Yan." Looking at the corpses in the grass, and then at the back of the soldiers in the distance, Yu Shan smiled helplessly.

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Bonfires sway in the post-war South African grasslands, and during the coziest season of the year, hundreds of Chinese Army officers and soldiers are enjoying the post-victory celebrations.

With the exception of one cavalryman who was slightly wounded, the pre-dusk battle lasted less than an hour before it ended. Hundreds of captured black natives have been locked up in the ruins of the armed stronghold behind them, and the few who escaped in the night are no longer a threat. They either continued to be killed or captured in the ensuing purges, or they managed to stay away from the land that was theirs.

“…… You know, my son can already aim at a moose with a shotgun! Makarov poured locally produced wine and sat on a large rock triumphantly, "He will definitely become an army captain in the future!" ”

"But why not a major?" Yu Shan buried his head in scooping the fruit in the can, while sneering at the old boss.

"You idiot, I hope he can go back and inherit my forest farm and farm before he turns 30!" Makarov glanced at Yu Shan contemptuously, as if he had not been able to understand his calculations and felt superior in IQ, "Yu Shan, your son should only be three or four years old, right?" You haven't thought about what he's going to do in the future? ”

"My son is very smart, he will definitely be able to do anything when he grows up?" As soon as Yu Shan thought of the eldest son he gave birth to and Xi Meizi, his interest immediately rose, "In the future, I will marry the daughter of a big family and give me a fat grandson!" ”

"You daydreamer, it's up to you to leave him something." Looking at the recruits who were gradually surrounding him, Makarov's voice raised a lot, "In comparison, Captain Qiao Yan is much more prepared than you, I heard that he bought a full five hundred acres of land on the outskirts of Yacheng, what a beautiful farm!" ”

"Hehe, the location is not very good, it is too far from the city, and there are too many trees......" Qiao Yan said shyly in the corner, at this time there was no longer an officer's shelf, but the words he said caused a burst of envy from the officers and soldiers around.

"But he only has one son and one daughter, and I have two sons!" Thinking of the growing economic gap between himself and Qiao Yan, Yu Shan felt a little angry, "Moreover, I also bought a hundred acres of land in West Point Town!" ”

"He has five hundred acres of land." Makarov grinned.

"When I set off, my sister was pregnant again, and she should still be a son." Yu Shan raised his head unconvinced.

"He has five hundred acres of land." Makarov continued to grin.

"I ...... I bought 200 shares of West Point Tobacco Company for $3 the year before last, and now it has risen to $7, and I can still get a lot of dividends this year! Yu Shan's face flushed, and he also raised his voice, which immediately caused even greater envy from the surrounding officers and soldiers.

"He has 500 acres of land, worth $3,000." Makarov was still grinning, which made Qiao Yan in the corner a little embarrassed.

"Boss, can you not mention the land?!" Yu Shanhuo was big, and the canned fruit in his hand was thrown directly into the bonfire, with a strong dissatisfaction on his face.

"Captain Qiao is bigger than you!"

"Captain Qiao is taller than you!"

"Captain Qiao Xian's salary is more than yours!"

"Captain Qiao is more honest than you!"

Makarov, who had drunk too much, didn't plan to give Yu Shan a comfortable time, and a series of comparisons caused the surrounding officers and soldiers to laugh, and even Ren Xingzhong, who had always been in poor condition, laughed.

"Okay, let's talk about the land......" Yu Shan suddenly withered, frustrated that his various clever drill camps over the years still couldn't compare to Qiao Yan's developed net worth.

"Sergeant Major, give."

Makarov finally walked crookedly towards the camp of the other troops with the wine bottle, and the laughter gradually dissipated, Ren Xingzhong leaned over and handed a new can of fruit to the dejected Yu Shan.

"Hehe, Ren Shao, why did your father send you to be a soldier!" Yu Shan rolled his eyes, quickly put his arms around Xiao Bing's shoulders, and regained his enthusiasm again.

"Hehe, I chose it myself...... I want to go to a military school in the future, but now it seems unlikely. Ren Xingzhong lowered his head and wiped his rifle, as if he was also disappointed in his appearance during this time.

"Don't worry, keep fighting like you did today, capture more prisoners, and kill more enemies! As your sergeant major, I can highlight your form in the post-war report, and as long as I get an excellent evaluation, I can apply for the exam! Yu Shan's eyes lit up, and he quickly patted his chest.

But this is not the war I want...... Looking at the smug expression of his boss, Ren Xingzhong muttered in his heart and fell silent again. (To be continued......)