"Dog's day! Damn the Han Chinese! When she saw the smoke rushing to the sky, she was so angry that she scolded her mother loudly.

Without pasture, cattle and sheep will starve to death. Without cattle and sheep, the Mongols would starve to death. The pasture is the life of the Mongols, and the burning of the pasture is the life of the Mongols.

Not only was he so angry that he couldn't get rid of it, but all the Mongolian soldiers under his command hated it so much. They knew that if the Han people were released into the grasslands, they would be further destroyed by the largest herd of yellow sheep. These people must not be allowed to enter the Western Regions, and the Han people must not be allowed to destroy the Western Regions.

Although I drove all night, in the face of the skyrocketing fire, I had to wait.

At 10:15 a.m., the fire was finally extinguished. In front of me is a black world, and the spring breeze blows through countless plants and trees and ashes and rises into the sky, as if a layer of black clouds have risen in the sky.

The Mongols walked into the battlefield on the black grass ash, and their faces were blackened by the grass ash, like the king of the stove!

There are no airships in the sky, but there is a small plateau behind Star Town. This is naturally the command post! At this time, Nie Dahai was standing on top of the small plateau, looking at the Mongolians who were getting closer and closer.

The ranks were huge, at least 10,000 people.

The corners of Nie Dahai's mouth curled, and in his eyes, 10,000 people were not enough to shake his position. In particular, a fire delayed the Mongols' entry into the battlefield, and the cement on the top of the fortifications further solidified. The soldiers, who had been tired for a night, also rested for four or five hours.

The Liao soldiers chewed flatbread and canned beef in their mouths, except for a few sharp soldiers who stood inside the trenches. The rest of the people got into the bunker, and they were all talking to the gods and Buddhas they knew, begging them for help not to let the heavy rockets fall on top of their heads.

He took the flatbread with the beef rolled over by the guard, took a hard bite, and stretched out his hand again.

The guard handed over a green onion with a very eye-catching eye!

Nie Dahu ate a bite of green onions and a bite of flatbread rolled beef, and the battle really started, and he couldn't say when he would eat next time.

The Mongols have clearly learned to behave! They no longer played the ancestral tactics of cavalry charges, and the Mongols carefully lowered their bodies, covered each other with their waists bent, and approached the Ming army's position, where no one was quietly visible.

The roots of the teeth itched with hatred, not a single enemy could be seen, and the long-barreled cannon pushed out was useless all of a sudden. Where did those damn Ming troops go, could it be said that they were hidden underground?

At this time, the soldiers of the Ming army were all hiding in bunkers. Many are veterans, but there are also newcomers who joined the army last year. The veterans ate flatbread and canned beef casually, and from time to time picked up the kettle to pour a mouthful.

The recruits sat on the ground of the bunker, staring blankly at the top of their heads, their hands crossed and their mouths chanting!

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" ……

The explosion finally rang out, and everyone felt the ground tremble. There was sand and dust on the roof of the fortifications, which fell down the gaps in the sleepers.

"!" The veteran quickly hid the flatbread in his clothes, shaking his head and shaking the sand off his head.

The recruits held their heads in their hands, and the timid ones huddled in the corners, as if they were about to rub their bodies into the dirt. Some of them were scared to pee.

"!" Nie Dahai's hand was a step slower, and the big cake in his hand was covered with sand. After patting the sand, he continued to stuff the flatbread into his mouth, chewing it with a "creaking" sound.

I couldn't see the enemy, so I couldn't use a small trick. He ordered a dozen rounds of rockets, preferably blowing up all the enemies.

In an average army, there will always be recruits and veterans. The veterans are fine, but the recruits always run around in panic when they encounter shelling. Just by seeing where the recruits are sprang up, you can see where the enemy is hiding.

Of course, it would be nice if one of the shells happened to kill the enemy commander.

I hope that this miracle will happen. I just don't know if Changshengtian will agree to his request.

The result of the shelling made him regret, and he still couldn't see a single soldier in the telescope. This result is a bit discouraging! Of course, he would not be naïve to believe that those Han people would take Xingxing Town and run away.

Where the enemy is hiding, it will soon become known.

In the first batch of attacks, 500 people were invested without spending money.

The five hundred men were hunched over their waists and had guns in their hands. Covering each other close to the Ming army's position, I have to say that these people have fought with the Liao army for many years, and their tactical literacy is not bad. But then again, those who refuse to learn the new tactical literacy are all gone early.

A few crows suddenly rose into the air, and five hundred people fell to the ground in unison. Gun in hand look around for a target! The grass and trees are covered in ashes, and they look embarrassed!

It's still quiet on the other side, and you can't even see a figure. Even the mortar, which was usually close to the Liao army's position, the first counterattack weapon of the Liao army, was not fired.

The hearts of the Mongolian soldiers rose to their throats, and they wiped their faces, leaving black marks on their faces. Stand up, bend your waist, and continue to trot forward.

"Toot!" "Toot!" "Toot!" Three hurried whistles sounded, and the Mongol soldiers once again fell to the ground in unison.

Hearing the whistle, the Ming soldiers came out of the trenches. The recruits, who were so frightened that they peed their pants, were kicked twice in the ass by the veteran and pushed out of cover.

Everyone trotted along the trenches, bowing their waists all the way to the battle positions.

The Aka 47 rifle in his hand was aimed at the Mongol soldiers on the march.

The Mongols were amazed when they noticed what appeared to be a swarm of rats moving below the horizon. But the distance was too far for them to see clearly. Some of the veterans were even more uneasy, they quietly slowed down, and the newcomers who had fallen behind and first entered the battlefield rushed to the front unconsciously.

The Ming soldiers crouched in the trenches, aiming at the approaching Mongol soldiers.

The veteran quietly opened the safe, his finger on the trigger and ready to shoot. The recruits' palms were sweaty, and they waited for the signal with their guns with safety attached to them.

Nie Dahai was in the bunker, holding a telescope and looking at the battlefield through the observation hole. Years of battlefield experience told him that this was a tactical tentative attack. The purpose is just to use hundreds of lives to find out the truth of the Liao army.

He was not ready to use artillery, not even mortars. There was no need for heavy machine guns, and the two companies on the front were all armed with new Aka-47 rifles. It should not be a big problem to deal with 500 Mongol soldiers with old-fashioned single-shot rifles. Anyway, Nie Dahai's character is delaying time, and Li Xiao has never told him that he wants to annihilate all the stubborn enemies. Just hold your existing position!

The appearance of the Mongol soldiers is obviously not quite adapted to modern tactics.

The distance was getting closer and closer, and this time the veterans began to swallow saliva. The ruler was adjusted again, and the crosshair gap was aimed at the nearest Mongolian soldier who rushed to the front.

The saliva in the mouths of the recruits had long since dried up, but they still kept swallowing. Their throats were dry and they seemed to be smoking, but they didn't dare to drink water, and their fingers didn't even dare to take their fingers off the trigger. It seems to have forgotten that the gun was still hanging on the safety and not being fired.

"Squeak......!" "Smack......!" A sky-skimming monkey jumped into the sky and exploded, and the sound made the Mongolian soldiers startled.

The moment they saw the flames of the Sky Monkey, the veterans fell to the ground. The recruits didn't know what was going on yet, and by the time they reflected that they wanted to get down, it was too late.

On the Daming position, the veterans heard the explosion of the Drill Monkey, and the Aka 47 rifle in their hands immediately opened fire. The Mongol soldier trapped in the gap in the crosshair immediately fell to the ground!

The recruits also pulled the trigger at the same time, but unfortunately their guns were hooked on the safety and nothing came out of the chambers. Only then did they remember that their guns were still with a safety car, so they hurriedly opened the safety to shoot.

Before the order, the gun must be hung with insurance, which is battlefield discipline. These recruits have just entered the battlefield, and it is inevitable that they will be nervous. When they are nervous, they will shoot indiscriminately, and many times the enemy is still far away, and they will not be able to hit at all, but they will expose their own position and attract enemy artillery fire.

Therefore, the Liao army has a military rule. That is, before there is an order to shoot, the gun must be hooked with a safe.

When the recruits opened the insurance and wanted to shoot, they found that the Mongolian soldiers who had just returned to their waists were now lying on the ground. The small physical target is scary, and it is not easy to hit it.

The Ming soldiers lay on the walls of the trenches and shoot, and the Mongols lay on the ground to shoot. The two sides began to shoot at a distance of more than 100 meters!

For a time, the gunshots rang out, startling countless startled birds.

The gun was like frying soybeans, but the casualties were small and scary.

The guy who rushed to the forefront on the side of the Mongolian soldiers was killed by the veterans of the Liao army, and the loss was only a few dozens. On the Liao army's side, there were no casualties at all. Because the human head was lying in the trench, and only half of the head was exposed, the target was too small. The Mongols' marksmanship was accurate, but not to this extent.

And the Mongols are now lying on the ground, their physical targets have been greatly reduced, and if they want to hit accurately at a distance of 150 meters, they still need some skills.

"I'm fucking his grandma, it's really underground." The first time I saw this tactic, I was so shocked that my jaw almost fell to the ground.

One by one, only half of their heads poked out from the ground, how the hell is this battle fought.

One hundred and fifty meters away, the head is a little bit. If you want to hit, it's a little too difficult.

Looking at his long-barreled cannons again, he suddenly felt that these long-barreled cannons seemed to be useless.

Everyone is hiding underground, and your shells won't turn around, so why do you really want to blow up the Ming army in the trenches?

"Mortars keep up! When he found the firepower of the Ming army, he bombarded me with all his might. "I don't know that it makes sense to shoot at the Ming army at this time. Both sides are actually wasting ammunition in extreme panic!

The mortars were quickly brought up, and the calculators nervously calculated the trajectory.

They didn't know that on the small high ground behind Star Town, the calculation soldiers were also nervously calculating.

As soon as the first mortar shell was discharged, the howitzer shell on the Liao army's side smashed down.