The casualties were increasing dramatically, but Fan Wencheng turned a blind eye. He understands a truth, the red top has always been dyed by human blood. If you want to get ahead, you can't have the kindness of a woman.

The rate of fire of the revolver rifle is very fast, and the accuracy is still guaranteed at a distance of a hundred meters. Riflemen can fire six shots in a row and then retreat back into the trench. Open the buckle and let the left wheel out. Put the gun up, shake your hand twice, and the yellow bullet casing will fall out. This thing is going to be recycled after the war, but there is no time to pick it up at this time.

Sharp hands and feet can be reloaded in less than ten seconds, and then the next shot can be made.

In contrast, the Han military flag is not so convenient. After a shot, you have to stand there, put the gun up and stuff it with a bullet. Often at this time, they become the target of each other. On the battlefield, soldiers always like to shoot things that don't move.

From the intensity of the gunfire, Fan Wencheng keenly judged that it was not feasible to attack Montenegro head-on. The gunfire on the opposite side was very dense and often continuous. He knew that in Li Xiao's army, there was a kind of fire gun that fired continuously. However, he didn't expect that there would be so many bursts of fire.

If you can't protrude from the front, you can strike from the side.

Because judging by the sound of gunfire, the gunfire on the front is very dense. But the gunfire on the side is much worse, and the gunfire on both sides is not the same. The gunfire on the front was obviously crisper, and the gunfire on the side was similar to that of the guy in his hand, and the gunfire was domineering and dispersed.

Fan Wencheng judged correctly, the front of the Great Black Mountain was Cao Wenzhao defending. But in the entire Liao army, only one of them was reloaded with fixed ammunition. The rest of the company was still using breech-loading guns.

"Hold down the front with artillery, they are the only ones in the enemy army. As long as we break through the frontal position, we can sweep to both sides. Fan Wencheng's eyes were red, and he didn't start fighting for more than half an hour. He has already lost three cattle and nearly a thousand troops.

He was like a gambler at the table, roaring with red eyes.

"Do as Fan Dutong asks, and the artillery bombards the front of Montenegro with all its might. A feint attack on both sides will be successful, and we will break through them from the front. "Dolgon chose to fully support Fan Wencheng, don't look at Dolgon's young age. But there is no doubt in employing people, and suspects do not use this point.

He mobilized all his artillery and used it to bombard the main frontal position in Montenegro. The flag-bearers of the two white flags began to push the trebuchet up the mountain. The range of this thing is nowhere near as sharp as that of artillery, but it can throw a gunpowder bullet weighing up to thirty pounds eight hundred paces away.

The hillside severely hampered the operation of the trebuchet, and the sappers of the two white flags simply dismantled the trebuchet. Several people carried various parts and assembled them on the battlefield. In order to take the frontal position of the Great Black Mountain, the Tartar soldiers can be regarded as fighting.

The front row falls, and the back row makes up.

The sappers bulldozed a clearing like a marmot, and the guys who came up with the parts began to assemble the trebuchet on the spot.

The desire to survive is endless, and the constant casualties make the soldiers activate all their brain cells.

Cao Wenzhao spat out a mouthful of bloodshot spit, this fucking battle is too difficult to fight. Shells kept falling on the head, and the explosion of the shells could not hurt anyone. It was the explosion that shook people's brains. Many soldiers were not killed by shrapnel, but by shock to death.

There is only one company on hand, and there are only about 100 people in the guard class. Now just after noon, thirty percent of the casualties have been lost. The Tartars seemed to be crazy, and the cannonballs smashed into their heads. Since the launch of the offensive in the morning, the sound of explosions on his own positions has not stopped.

The soil on the ground was blown to pieces, and there were a few pieces of shrapnel if you grabbed a handful. If you step on it, the loose soil can directly cover the neck of your feet. The herald's ankle was bloodied by shrapnel. Still gritting his teeth, he went back and forth between the squads and platoons to convey orders.

Damn it, I don't know what our artillery is doing. So many shells, can't you keep the cubs?

Yuan Chonghuan wanted to cry without tears, and exposed the artillery position prematurely. As a result, the artillery positions were completely destroyed, and not only the artillery was gone. The carefully cultivated artillery is also gone, and now watching Cao Wenzhao being bombed, he has nothing to do.

I wanted to send troops to reinforce it, but the enemy's artillery fire was too fierce. There is no trench to cover, and to run recklessly to the frontal position of Montenegro is to look for death. Yuan Chonghuan once sent a company to support Cao Wenzhao, but before he could rush to the main position, he was half killed. Most of the rest are injured, and only a dozen people can really fight.

Such casualties can be afforded by the Tartar soldiers, who take human lives inappropriately, but he, Yuan Chonghuan, absolutely can't afford it. How many people are there in the second division of the entire Liao Army!

Cao Wenzhao felt that he couldn't support it, because now there were not only shells raining down. There's even a powder bullet from a trebuchet that comes down, and it's very powerful. A black thing falls, and then it explodes with a "boom". As long as this thing explodes within ten paces, even a strong soldier will be stunned immediately.

The positions were littered with fragments of firearms, fragments of human bodies. Arms, legs, and internal organs fly everywhere. Cao Wenzhao had such a thing in front of him, a large dark red piece, covered with mud, and he couldn't tell whether it was a liver or a kidney.

There are fewer and fewer soldiers who can fight, and look at the flames that shoot from the muzzle of the guns. It is estimated that only thirty percent remained, and no one escaped. Because everyone saw the end of getting out of the trenches! The first to flee was torn to pieces by the shells.

Grenades are a good thing, and now the Han army flag is up. When approaching about twenty meters from the position, the Liao army would throw a large number of grenades. It's not as powerful as a cannonball, but it's more lethal.

If it weren't for the grenade as an artifact, the position would have been lost a long time ago.

The enemy's artillery fire stopped, because they found that their artillery fire had begun to injure the men and horses of the Han army flag by mistake. Many soldiers of the Han army banner climbed on the way to charge, hiding themselves by the relationship between mountains and rocks or angles.

Many people lit grenades with gunpowder twists and threw them at the positions of the Liao army.

Gradually, more and more people rushed up. Suddenly, I don't know which guy shouted, and after Han Baqi threw a row of grenades in unison. With bayonets in their hands, more than a hundred or so people rushed to the main position of the Great Black Mountain like crazy.

"I'll fuck you grandma!" Cao Wenzhao felt a pain in his shoulder, and he couldn't care about the injuries on his body at this time. Picked up a machete, picked out the trench and rushed up against the Han army banner.

Cao Wenzhao seemed to be a tiger descending the mountain, and then the downward momentum. His body writhed like a snake, and the machete in his hand swept sideways. The Han army's banner soldiers were stopped and cut off, and the machete was another stroke. A man's thigh flies!

Turning around, with the help of the power of the waist and abdomen, a force split Huashan. The whole army on the opposite side was split in half with the force of the firearms.

The main general was so fierce, and the morale of the Liao army immediately came up. has been pressed in the trench by artillery fire, and the fire in my heart has long been suffocated. Some of them picked up waist knives, and some of them carried red tassel guns. There was also a fierce man, holding a mace.

A guy with only one and a half arms left and a lame leg crawled out of the trench. Howling stood up, dragging his bloody legs. With a grenade in his hand, he jumped two steps and threw himself in front of the enemy.

"Boom!" The grenade exploded, and three Han soldiers were killed along with him.

Thirty people, actually played the momentum of three hundred people. Who said that the Han army was not good at hand-to-hand combat, Cao Wenzao was like a huge vicious dog, showing out the fangs that were thought to have degenerated a long time ago!

Lao Tzu bites you to death!

It was really biting, and some people's arms were broken. The legs were also discounted, and they really bared out Sensen's white teeth, biting each other's throats like hungry wolves. Even when the body was pierced by several bayonets, it did not open its mouth.

The Liao army slashed with knives, hit with guns, poked with spears, and bit with teeth. Their favorite way is to pull the grenade and die with the other soldier. The soldiers of the same nation are using the most cruel way in the world to carry out bloody killings.

Crazy killing, crazy hacking. The Han army banner soldiers were frightened, and they didn't care whether there was a team behind them or not. They even ran down the hill, even in the face of the murderous Warlords, they were not willing to face this group of mentally abnormal guys.

Cao Wenzhao was covered in blood, and the whole person seemed to be fished out of the blood water. He doesn't know if the blood belongs to anyone else or his own. The machete in his hand had a lot of chips, and it looked like it was about to turn into a saw.

A bullet grazed his scalp and flew past, and the huge impact of the bullet carried Cao Wenzhao backwards. His body rolled into the trench at once, blood sticking to the dirt. This time I can't see it, and I can't recognize that this is Cao Wenzhao when my mother comes!

"Boom!" A cannonball exploded suddenly, and the two scuffling soldiers were immediately thrown into the air.

Everyone was stunned, and the Han army flag had already rushed to the position. Neither army will fire artillery at this time!

"Fan Wencheng, I'll fuck your eighth-generation ancestor." The leader of a Han military flag roared, and his body was immediately blown up by a cannonball.

The banner soldiers of the Han army watching at the bottom of the mountain were all terrified. Now the two armies are fighting hand-to-hand, and firing artillery at this time is to kill even their own people. This......! It's fucking ruthless!

Fan Wencheng's eyes were red, and his whole person looked like a fierce beast. When the battle is fought to this extent, the loss of 100 people is nothing. Just take the main position of the Great Black Mountain, and then tear it along the tore gap to both sides. The position of the Great Tiger Mountain in Montenegro will be pierced like a layer of soft egg skin. As long as he can defeat Li Xiao, his Fan Wencheng's face will be revealed.

In order to get ahead, he gave up his dignity. In order to get ahead, he can also give up the lives of many others.

Cao Wenzhao felt a shock in his head, and from time to time a large handful of soil was thrown on his body. Cao Wenzhao had to dig with his hands and feet, otherwise he was in danger of being buried alive.

"Send two more teams of people up, this time we must take the opponent's main position." Fan Wencheng shook his horsewhip and commanded. Behind him, there were two hundred-strong teams that rushed towards the main position of the Great Black Mountain.

"Fan Wencheng, today's battle is at this point. If you fail, you know the consequences. "Nearly 2,000 men have been killed in the battle, and Dorgon is a little overwhelmed. If you continue to fight like this, even if you win your own family, you will be exhausted.

"Lord Belle, don't worry, there is no one on the main position opposite. Hey! Not good! Fan Wencheng's face suddenly changed.