"What! Staying up until midnight? I have less than sixty people left! Hearing the captain's order, Li Dingguo was almost stupid. Tonight is the fifteenth, and the Tartar of the big moon day will definitely not waste such a good moon. A night battle was inevitable, and sixty men defended a three-hundred-pace-long section of the wall, which was an almost impossible task.

"If you want someone, Lao Tzu is one." The lieutenant glared.

Li Dingguo has no choice, he is a bitter soldier. It is already thick smoke billowing on the ancestral grave of the sentry commander, and the captain's father is a lord or a marquis. Anyway, Li Dingguo didn't know which of the two titles was bigger, anyway, there was a time when the captain drank too much. boasted that even if the handsome saw him, he had to call Mr. Dazhen respectfully.

Seeing that Li Dingguo didn't speak, the captain took out three grenades from his arms and stuffed them into Li Dingguo's hands.

"Finish the task alive, and I'll take you to Qinhuai River to have fun. Let your kid also taste, what is called Yangzhou thin horse. "The topic of men is always inseparable from women.

When the captain used to brag, he always said that Yangzhou was a thin horse or something. Several times, Li Dingguo was hungry.

Li Dingguo walked up to Stilwell and sat on the ground. Take out a steamed bun from the basket and start gnawing!

Huozhu served Li Dingguo a bowl of rice soup very doggedly, and Steawell handed over the bowl with pickles.

Taking a bite of the steamed bun, Li Dingguo felt comfortable. He is a native of Shaanxi and likes pasta the most. I have been mixing in Jiangnan all these years, and I hate rice very much. Now I finally have the opportunity to eat steamed buns, even if I have to die tonight, I am worthy of my belly.

Salted radish slivers are eaten in the mouth "squeak" and "squeak", and a bite of steamed bread is eaten and a mouthful of porridge is the feeling of a living person. Dead people can't fucking eat anymore!

"The captain said that we should stay until midnight, and the 300-step city wall is our place of death. Let's start with that, if I die, Dulwich takes my place. As for Dulwich ......, you can arrest someone on the spot when the time comes. Li Dingguo was eating steamed buns and salted radishes while talking to the big guy.

He said it flatly, as if he were saying what to eat tomorrow morning.

Everyone did not speak, and the recruits moved the gunpowder to the corner. This way they can reload under the cover of the battlements, and the veterans split grenades around the ammunition boxes. The whole process is very quiet, and you and I divide it evenly. No one wants to grab an extra one, and of course they won't do it if they have less.

"Stay up for three more days, and Li Dashuai's soldiers will arrive." Stilwell suddenly burst into words. Everyone's eyes lit up, and some looked south, as if they could see through thousands of mountains and rivers.

"What's long, really!" The pillar of fire glared at Stilwell.

"Get out!" Stilwell kicked the pillar of fire and leaned against the battlement with his eyes closed.

God knows if Li Dashuai will come, Stilwell is not worried about what will happen in three days, he is more concerned about whether he can live to see the sun tomorrow.

The moon climbed up the hill, and it was very round and very large. With a bright yellow light, bring light to this world shrouded in darkness.

Stilwell had never hated the moon so much, especially one that was so big, round, and bright.

It hadn't been two minutes since his eyes were closed when the sound of a cannon shook the ground and shook the mountains on the opposite side. Stilwell didn't think about it, and his whole body lay on the city wall. He also drew a shield and put it directly on his head.

The firing distance is too long, which seriously interferes with the accuracy of shooting. The cannonballs still flew into the city either grazing their heads or falling under the city walls. Very few actually hit the city walls.

With every shell hitting the wall, Stilwell felt it throb. My chest was shaken and I felt like I couldn't breathe.

The earth blown up by the shells smashed on the shield with a "bang" and "bang". Stilwell was very proud in his heart, if he didn't have this shield. Either you will be disgraced, or you will be smashed by rubble.

As soon as the sound of the cannonballs cuttering, Stilwell threw off his shield and yelled, "Pillar of Fire, you're fucking dead." ”

"I'm fine!" The sound of the pillar of fire was at Stilwell's feet.

This thing already has some experience in dodging cannons, and his whole body can't wait to squeeze into the wall. Hearing Stilwell shout at him, he didn't forget to hand over the bullet-loaded firearm.

Stilwell took advantage of the moonlight, poked his head outward, and hurriedly retracted again. I don't know how many bullets have smashed the battlements on his back to the rubble. Stilwell fell back on the wall, not daring to lift his head.

The Tartar soldiers below were densely packed, and there were one or two thousand of them. Countless firebolts were pointed at the city wall, and as long as someone probed it, it was a dense rain of bullets. Many people were half a beat slower to react, and their heads were hit by bullets like watermelons falling to the ground.

"Fuck it, gunshot! Shoot the cannon! "At this time, you can't poke your head out to shoot, as long as your head is exposed to the battlements, you will definitely be found by bullets.

Li Dingguo also lay on the city wall and didn't dare to move, almost in an instant. More than a dozen veterans were killed under his command, and this section of the city wall was obviously the focus of the enemy's care, and the Tartar soldiers below were densely packed with unknown people.

Just as Stilwell was scolding his mother, suddenly a sparkling thing landed in front of him, bounced twice and rolled on the ground. Stilwell picked it up like crazy, raised his hand and threw it out.

It's a damn Tartar grenade, and their grenades don't have a fire-pulling device. It can only be lit with an open flame and then thrown up. It's just that these Tartar soldiers have so much strength, and grenades can be thrown on the city wall.

Before Stilwell could figure it out, the walls exploded one after another. The blast swept up the smoke and engulfed the person. The scattered shrapnel made people even more afraid to move. Stilwell put his shield back on his head, and saw the pillar of fire cradling his head, squeezing his body into the wall. He dragged it and let the bastard lie on his stomach with him.

I don't know if this shield can block shrapnel, but it's better than nothing anyway.

The walls were blown up like this, but the mortars in the city were not fired. Stilwell hadn't heard the sound of the mortar for a long time, and he "chuckled" in his heart, don't fucking have no shells.

Shi Kefa listened to the dense explosions on the city wall and closed his eyes in pain. He had been here for eight days, with more than half of his casualties, and now he had run out of shells. He felt like he had reached his limit!

"Even if he dies today, he will be a Shi Kefa who died in battle. Under the nine springs, we can't be ashamed of our teacher. Shi Kefa picked up a firebolt, pinned two grenades to his waist, and walked over to the sound of the explosion.