On the floating soil that exploded, a person suddenly came out. Soon, countless soldiers emerged from various fortified bunkers.

"It's okay! Our fortifications have endured. Our fortifications have survived! Li Hu hugged the guard squad leader, happy like a child.

More and more people are coming out of the ground, they are under the command of the officers. Some are deepening and reinforcing fortifications. Some helped dig the bombed fortifications and rescue the buried brothers.

The soil blown out by the shells is loose soil, and it is very easy to dig. The people on the outside are digging, and the people on the inside are digging desperately. Soon, with the efforts of the inside and outside, the collapsed tunnel was dug through.

In fact, these problems were taken into account when building large fortifications. Not only have enough ventilation holes been built, but several corridors have also been built to lead to the outside world. Otherwise, there is only a corridor, and once it is blown up, it will be buried alive.

Li Hu watched the dense soldiers busy on the position, and patted the communication squad leader on the shoulder: "Let the third battalion not have to come up, just stand by the regimental command." Always ready for a battalion! ”

The third battalion was the only reserve in Li Hu's hands, and Li Hu had listened to Li Xiao's repeated admonitions. At all times, there must be a reserve in hand, even if there is only one company, a platoon, or even a squad. Have reserves in your hands, too!

The first and second battalions formed defensive positions in a fan shape. The 3rd Battalion was on the back slope of the hill, ready to support the 1st and 2nd Battalions.

When the soldiers came out, the first thing they did was to dig fortified bunkers. The experience of being shelled just made them trust these bunkers even more. As survivors of the Battle of Nanjing, they knew the power of rockets, especially heavy rockets.

As long as this thing explodes, there will be no living creatures within a radius of tens of meters. Even the rats in the cave will be shocked to death by the huge explosion. In a way, they're rats in the hole, too. But the fortifications, which were up to ten meters deep and had been reinforced, still kept them alive.

The fortifications gave them great confidence, and all of them assured God that they would dig fortifications whenever they had time to fight in the future, and this thing could really save their lives at critical moments.

The commander of the first battalion sent people to report the casualties to Li Huyu, and all the observation posts left in the surface positions were killed. No one saw the staff officer sent by Li Hu, and it was estimated that he was also more than lucky.

These casualties were all within Li Hu's calculations, and with this level of shelling, there could be no living creatures on the surface position. In fact, Li Hu once believed that the first battalion had been wiped out.

The easiest class of troops on weekdays is artillery, these guys travel in horse-drawn carts, and there are ox carts for pulling shells. You don't have to walk and march like an infantryman at all, and I don't know how many envious glances you have provoked.

At this time, the first thing all the artillerymen did when they broke out of their bunkers was to pick out the mortars buried in the floating earth by hand. The shattered stones were as sharp as stones, and there were countless sharp shrapnel buried in the soil. The artillerymen's hands were bloodied, but they did not hesitate for a moment, and still gouged like groundhogs. The soil that was held out by both hands was sticky with blood, and it was sticky and sticky on the hands and could not be shaken off.

"Squad leader! With a shovel, this thing is fast. The recruit gunner, with a shovel in his hand, ran over in a hurry.

"Fuck off! The cannon is our life, and if it is broken with a shovel, Lao Tzu will screw your head off. Before the recruit could dig with a shovel, he was kicked out by the squad leader, covering his ass and "oops".

The mortar was finally dug out, but the mortar position was not usable. Hurriedly snatched the shovels from the recruits' hands, dug in the ground and put them in bags, and padded the mortar base. Seeing that the recruit was still stupidly "ouch", the squad leader kicked the bastard again.

The mortar was placed as quickly as possible, and the squad leader shouted: "Shells!" ”

Seeing that the recruits were still sitting there wiping their tears, the squad leader snatched the rifles of the people around him, and aimed the fire at the recruits' heads: "I'll count thirty, if you don't bring the shells over, Lao Tzu will kill you." ”

The recruit immediately stopped crying, and rushed into the bunker like a rabbit, carrying a box of cannons as fast as he could.

The Mongols were almost at the bottom of the mountain, and everyone dismounted to sweep the snake-bellied barbed wire.

The snake-bellied barbed wire showed its advantages at this time, although it was twisted like a twist by the explosion, but it could not be dispersed. The cavalry galloped in front of the snake-bellied barbed wire, and the horses refused to take a single step.

If it is a Liao army, it should be a demolition plier used at this time. The snake-bellied barbed wire was cut in sections and dragged away by horse-pulled.

The Mongols are more tough, and these guys have long prepared the door panels. Forcibly laid a snake-bellied barbed wire, and people stepped on it and jumped over. Some of them even had no heart, so they knocked down a captured herdsman and threw it at the barbed wire. Before the man could struggle, he shot him in the back of the head. Then the Mongols stepped on their corpses and jumped over the barbed wire.

The barbed wire drawn by wooden poles was gone, and the Mongol soldiers marched with great speed. Some people even unloaded mortars from their horses and prepared to shell the Ming army on the mountain.

The artillery squad leader kicked the mortar base twice with his foot and saw that the base was very strong. Immediately open the magazine and take out a mortar shell from it.

"Scheduled Zhu Yuan three, three rapid fire." Seeing that the artillery position had been restored, the shouts of the artillery company commander diverged.

The Mongol mortars had just been erected, and before they could shoot, they were covered by Ming artillery fire. Orange flames exploded, and shrapnel flew sideways. The barrel of the cannon was blown into the sky, and flying shrapnel burrowed into the bodies of the artillerymen. Blood and screams flew up almost simultaneously, and flew into the air with the smoke of gunpowder.

For more than half a year, the artillery company under Li Hu had already calibrated the shooting of Zhuyuan. After the test firing, the predetermined elements were calibrated for each place. As long as the predetermined number of dollars is reported, the artillerymen can respond quickly without counting the soldiers.

Originally, I was just thinking about saving a program, but I didn't expect it to have an unexpected effect today. Sometimes on the battlefield, it takes only three or two minutes.

Twelve mortars, three rapid fire. Thirty-six shells quickly destroyed the six mortars set out by the Mongols at the foot of the mountain. The shells triggered the detonation of the Mongols' ammunition, which resulted in an even larger explosion. The infantrymen who passed by them were also unlucky.

The artillerymen reacted, and the infantry was not slow to react.

The soldiers began to fire sporadically, but because of the distance, they barely hit anyone. The Mongols were the same, aiming at them with their guns. But most of the bullets went into the soil, and few of them hit the Ming army at all.

The soldiers on both sides fired at each other, and a strange scene on the battlefield appeared. Bullets flew across the battlefield, but soldiers on both sides suffered few casualties. Occasionally a few fall, and they are also unlucky guys who can't be more unlucky. The Mongolian soldiers were not stupid, seeing that the opponent's bullets were so dense, no one was desperately charged.

At this time, you don't have to fight, only die. It doesn't matter if you have the courage to have the courage or not, as long as you block its path, it won't end well.

The Mongol officers were angry, and they pulled the Mongol soldiers forward and kept charging forward. However, the Mongols preferred to crawl close to the ground, and experience told them that the probability of being hit in this way was a little smaller.

If the distance is too far, shooting at each other is actually a waste of bullets. But the mortars are different, the mortars that shoot the Zhuyuan have long been calibrated, and after the accompanying artillery of the Mongols has been killed. Immediately, the muzzle of the cannon was aimed at these wriggling reptiles.

The shells smashed into the middle of the crawling Mongol soldiers one by one, and the Ming soldiers on the mountain could see clearly. The Mongol soldiers who were lying on the ground were blown up by the cannonballs. The first person to climb is fine, and the middle one is dead.

The mortars relied on the rate of fire to create a wall of fire in the middle of the attacking team. Countless pieces of steel shrapnel flew out of this wall of fire, tearing to shreds the Mongol soldiers who dared to approach it.

From the very beginning, the battle was extremely fierce.