In the darkness in the distance, Alabutan held a telescope on a tragic battlefield. He knew the power of heavy rockets well, after half an hour of bombardment. Unexpectedly, the Ming army recovered so quickly.

The forward troops are in danger, and if they continue to fight like this, the outcome will be the same as last year's battle of Yinchuan. The Mongols suffered heavy casualties, but in the end they could only get a few broken bricks.

"Are you done with the rockets?" Putting down the binoculars, Alabutan asked Wen Chun beside him.

"It's loaded! Is it to push the long-barreled cannon up, their mortars are too fierce, knock out their mortars, and our people can rush forward. Wen Chun suggested to Arabutan.

"Push the cannon up, do you think other people's rocket artillery is to eat dry rice? One cover shot, and our pipe cannon is all finished. But you're right, the most important thing now is to knock out the mortar positions of the Ming army. Order the rockets to be fired, cover the enemy positions, and be sure to knock out the mortars for me. Arabutan's voice was resolute, without a hint of emotion.

"Master Celing, our people have rushed forward. If they had covered the shooting at this time, they would definitely not have survived. Rockets don't have a good head, and they ...... blow up! Wen Chun was startled, the Mongol vanguard was trying to advance, and the one who rushed to the front had almost crawled in front of the Ming army's position. Entering hand-to-hand combat, Wen Chun did not think that the Han people were very good.

"I said fire!" Alabutan's eyes widened, his eyes stern with a cold light.

"Lord Celing...... [Beanie]! The old Wen Chun was actually frightened by the wolf-like eyes of Alabutan and took two steps back.

"The last time I attacked Yinchuan, my grandfather was already dissatisfied with me. Shizuishan is the only barrier to the north of Yinchuan, and we have a reliable forward base when we take Shizuishan. Attacking Yinchuan again and capturing Yinchuan is also just around the corner. This credit cannot be snatched by Geldan, and if he does, what position do I have in the Ili Valley.

The leaders who cling to me will betray me, and my grandfather will give up on me. Do you know how miserable I will die then? Shizuishan must be taken, must! It doesn't matter how many silver coins are spent, how many people die. Arabutan roared like a madman, and Wen Chun turned around and ran towards the rocket artillery position without saying a word.

Although I don't want to, but intellectually Wen Chun knows that there is no choice. Now that it's dark, the Ming army's airship won't be dispatched yet. As soon as the morning dawns, the Ming army's airships will be dispatched. At that time, the rocket artillery will have to be hidden, and if it is discovered by the airship, those precious rockets will be blown into scrap metal.

In one more hour it will be dawn, and there will be no time!

"Damn, there's a small gap between the first and second battalions." Li Hu stood on the top of Shizui Mountain and found a small gap in the telescope. More than a dozen Mongolian soldiers had already climbed to a place more than ten meters in front of the position, and they could climb into the position and fight the Ming army to the death.

Although hand-to-hand combat may not have scared the Mongols, Li Hu still sensed the danger of this gap. Just as he was about to order the second battalion, send people to plug the gap. Suddenly, seeing the flames in the distance, Li Hu immediately felt his scalp tingle.

There were more than 200 Mongols in front, shooting at the Ming army. On the Ming side, the first and second battalions were almost on the surface of the position, although Li Hu had warned them to stay in reserve. However, each battalion left at most one company as a reserve, and the rest were in positions to resist the Mongol attack.

No one could have imagined that the Mongols would be so ruthless, and their own people were still attacking, so they would dare to cover and shoot with rocket artillery.

Li Hu's heart had a feeling of falling, and it was not the same thing for a person to experience an artillery bombardment on a surface position and an artillery shell to experience it inside a bunker.

The rocket smashed into the position with a roar, and there was a huge shock under his feet, and Li Hu's heart twitched. The guard squad leader took two soldiers and put Li Hu behind the eagle's beak rock.

The overwhelming number of rockets smashed on the position like a storm. Both the Ming army and the Mongols were caught in a sea of fire, and the fortifications that had just been rested were simply not enough to withstand the second bombardment.

Li Hu was held down hard by the guards, listening to an explosion in his ears, his nose smelled the gunsmoke rushing to the sky, and tears fell down.

Many people are veterans who have followed him since Shandong, and after this shelling, I don't know how many people will survive. The greatest possibility is the total annihilation of the army, as exemplified by the observation posts placed on the positions before the last shelling.

Before the shelling, each company left three or five observation posts outside. After the shelling, none of these observation posts survived, and most of them were blown up in one place and not even a single corpse.

The staff officer sent by Li Hu to the first battalion was lucky. At least he was shocked to death, bleeding from all over his face, but he was left with a whole corpse.

The thunderous explosions were so loud that I couldn't hear the numbers.

Finally, the shelling stopped, and Li Hu felt a small insect flying in his ear. I just saw the guards' mouths open and close, but I couldn't hear what they were saying. The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunsmoke, and the entire hillside was already shrouded in smoke.

Li Hu staggered to the top of the mountain and looked at the position below. The smoke of gunpowder was blown away by the wind, and the position, which was originally full of craters, is now even more unsightly. The positions were littered with gleaming shrapnel, fragments of weapons, and the mutilated bodies of soldiers.

There is a thigh under his feet, and the pants and cloth shoes should be Ming Jun. Not far from the tree, there is still a large hanging field, and the appetite hangs upside down under the branches, constantly shaking with the mountain wind.

There was no one left, and not a single living person was seen on the battlefield. Neither the Ming army nor the Mongols survived the shelling.

The mortar position was miserable, as if a shell had hit just right. The crater was more than three meters deep, and the surrounding soil spread out in a radial pattern. The mortar barrel was thrown 100 meters away, with two torn tripods on it.

The Mongols were also miserable, and many Mongol soldiers who were shocked to death could be seen at the bottom of the mountain. When the shelling was fired, they were all lying on the ground. Hug Mother Earth, it's not a big deal in normal times. But not when it comes to shelling, the explosive power of the cannonball can shatter your internal organs alive.

When Li Hu was training his troops, the shelling required everyone to squat in the bunker.

was shaken twice by the guards, and the buzzing in Li Hu's ears finally improved. Li Hu heard the guards shouting with a crying voice, just now they thought that the regiment commander was stupid by the shell.

"Commander, let's go back to the command post. If something happens to you, it's a disaster for the whole group. ”