There was gunsmoke in front of the position, and Li Hu was holding a rifle in his hand. The Mongolian soldiers, who were more than 50 meters away, set fire to the hood, aiming at the head but hitting the stomach. The Mongolian soldier struggled on the ground in pain, and Li Hu, who was screaming more than fifty meters away, could hear it clearly.

Without time to admire the screams of the Mongols, Li Hu pulled the bolt of the gun and pressed a row of bullets inside. Continuous non-stop firing, bullets "bang" "bang" "bang" ...... shot out, and several more Mongol soldiers fell to the ground.

After hitting two shuttles in a row, Li Hu ran along the trench to a distance of more than 20 meters. Before he could catch his breath, he had just lifted a large canopy of dirt where he was standing. A piece of scorching shrapnel flew past against Li Hu's steel helmet. The sound of shrapnel cutting through the steel helmet was terrifying in my ears.

The steel helmet was cut in a gap, and the deepest part almost missed out. Fortunately, I have this steel helmet, otherwise my head would have blossomed now.

Li Hu took off the steel helmet and threw it out, took off a steel helmet from the dead man's head, buckled it on his head and continued to hold the fire.

Now Li Hu's face is covered with black ash from gunsmoke. The sturdy military uniform on his body was broken into many strips, and the image was as miserable as it was.

"Watch out for artillery." Li Hu shouted, shrank down, and crawled into the trench. A mortar shell exploded more than ten meters away from him, and the scorching air wave almost suffocated Li Hu.

Li Hu's voice was already hoarse, and when he shouted that just now, his throat broke again.

A regiment commander fights on the front line with small soldiers, which is not allowed by the Liao Army's combat regulations. But Li Hu couldn't help it, and the twenty minutes of artillery bombardment in the early morning turned his two main battalions into two and a half companies.

The Mongols took the opportunity to charge frantically, and Li Hu led three battalions to fight bayonets to drive the enemy off the position.

Two battalions of mortar companies were completely destroyed, and only two companies plus a platoon or so remained. Eighty percent of the fortifications in front of the position were destroyed by artillery fire, and even the communication trenches were filled with blown up floating earth.

The whole position, as if ploughed by shells. The soil is soft and noisy, and you can step on it up to your neck. If you grab a handful of floating soil, you can have three or five more pieces of shrapnel in your hand.

Before the sun could set, the Mongols launched a third assault. This time, the Mongols moved the long-barreled cannon out. Carry out a roll call artillery bombardment on the Ming army, as long as there is a flash of fire at the muzzle, load the shell and give you a shot.

The mortars also moved forward significantly, bombarding the Ming positions indiscriminately. The Ming army was so suppressed that it did not dare to raise its head, and with the loss of almost all of its artillery, it could only be bombed with its head down. As a last resort, the Ming army adopted the method of shooting one shot to change places, which reduced the casualties a little.

Rao is like this, and Li Hu has also been released until now. Not only did the regimental commander go into battle himself, but the communicators, guards, grooms, men, and even migrant workers digging trenches were also stuffed with a gun and thrown into the trench.

In Li Hu's words, anyone who can run with long legs will be pushed to the front line by Lao Tzu.

At the foot of the mountain, dense Mongolian soldiers began to climb the mountain. With the suppression of artillery, the Mongol soldiers were unscrupulous. They no longer climbed forward as they did in the first attack, but straightened up and ran up the hill, much faster.

The Ming army here can only rely on the rifles in their hands to suppress, but they also have rifles, and the two sides are shooting very fiercely. The Mongols were very good marksmans, and sometimes their heads poked out a little bigger, and they would be shot in the head. Moreover, the Mongol soldiers had learned how to attack in a skirmish line, and there were only one or two hundred troops at a time, but they were very divided, which made the Ming army, which was a big headache for the small number of troops.

Li Hu once again brought down a Mongolian soldier, and the enemy had already rushed to a distance of twenty or thirty meters, and it was definitely too late to change the bullets. Li Hu pulled out a grenade and threw it out, and it exploded with a "boom", and Li Hu saw two Mongolian soldiers fall to the ground in the smoke of gunpowder.

The three Mongolian soldiers in the back fell to the ground, and Li Hu reached out to touch his waist, and grabbed an empty hand.

Exercise! Run out of grenades!

It was too late to turn over the dead man, Li Hu took out a bayonet and hung it on the muzzle. "Brothers, come with me and kill the Mongol mongrel." After speaking, Li Hu jumped out of the trench. Rushing towards the Mongols with a bayonet, a bullet knocked down Li Hu's guards, and the bayonet in Li Hu's hand stabbed into the body of a Mongol soldier.

Before he could draw his bayonet, the two Mongols behind him had already rushed up with a "whoop" and "whoop". Li Hu pulled out his revolver and pulled the trigger continuously. Blood burst out of the chests of the two Mongol soldiers, and Li Hu drew his bayonet and touched the waist of the Mongol. He flipped out two grenades, pulled the ring, and threw them at the Mongols in the distance.

"Boom!" The grenade exploded, knocking over a Mongol soldier. Another Mongolian soldier seemed to have been shot by shrapnel, covering his head and screaming.

His own gun was useless, and Li Hu picked up the gun of the Mongolian soldiers. The Mongolian soldiers' guns and bullets were larger than those of the Liao army, and their power was also greater than that of the Liao army, but they could only hold five bullets at a time.

I pressed a shuttle and hit it, and the distance was a little far. The first shot hit the front, the second shot went behind, and the third bullet didn't know where it flew, and I didn't even see a single point of impact. After beating a shuttle, I didn't even catch a single hair.

"What a broken gun!" Li Hu took a "spit", threw away the Mongol gun and ran back.

Feeling that he was too dazzling, Li Hu rolled on the spot, and drilled into the trench with his waist bent. A mortar shell, with a whistle, fell ten meters away. The air wave directly pushed Li Hu into the trench, and the shrapnel flew "whoosh" and "whoosh" above his head. Li Hu patted his body and checked that the parts were there, but not a single shrapnel hit his body, which was a miracle.

I found a dead man's gun, felt for the bullet on the dead man, pressed it with a shuttle, and continued to fight. The big eight grains of their own are comfortable, and a shuttle bullet kills the two.

"Brothers, hold on. When the sun comes out and the sky is bright, the airships in Yinchuan City will come to meet us! Li Hu glanced at the white belly of the fish in the sky, he had never looked forward to the sun rising soon.

Some can't hold on, not every soldier has Li Hu's skills. The tube guns were fired almost by name, and as long as they were spotted by the Mongol artillerymen, they would fire even one person.

After an explosion, the iron-beaten man could only be a shattered corpse.

There are also the ubiquitous mortar shells, they don't care whether there is hand-to-hand combat on the position, anyway, where there are Liao soldiers, their shells will greet them in groups. Completely disregarding the life and death of one's own people!

This style of play is completely a way of killing a thousand enemies and losing a thousand and one, and Li Hu was also made lose his temper by this style of play. Those who are stunned are afraid of the horizontal, and those who are horizontal are afraid of dying. These Mongolians are obviously mentally problematic, and they really don't want to die. Many were killed by the artillery fire of his own people, but he still charged frantically.

There were fewer and fewer people wearing cotton uniforms on the positions, and more and more people wore Mongolian leather robes. Li Hu ran out of bullets from two rifles in a row, and could only crouch down to continue loading.

"Captain!" The guard squad leader howled and rushed in front of Li Hu. A sharp bayonet pierced him in the chest!

Li Hu pulled out his revolver and shot it at the head of the Mongolian soldier.

The head of the Mongolian soldier exploded with a "bang", because the bullet hit the forehead, and the eyeballs were pressed out by the huge kinetic energy and hung on the face. The corpse was planted into the trench with a "poof"!

"It's okay, reinforcements will come in a while, you kid can't die." Li Hu persuaded the guard squad leader in his mouth, but his hands were not idle. Both rifles were crushed with bullets and stood up to shoot at the enemy outside the trenches.

As soon as he poked his head out, Li Hu was startled. On the opposite side, one hundred and ten Mongolian soldiers rushed up with shouts and "whoops", and there were only two communicators and three men left by his side.

"Fuck it!" Li Hu muttered a sentence and shot wildly with a gun.