The gods and Buddhas seemed to hear Scar's prayers, and when Scar felt like his brain was about to be shaken out, the shelling finally stopped.

The earthy and sour smell of the bunker mixed into a new smell, as bad as it could be.

"Get out, get out." Scar shouted desperately.

The height of Baozi Mountain is only one hundred and fifty or sixty meters, and it doesn't take a few minutes to run up the mountain from the bottom of the mountain in good health.

The trenches were filled with the pungent smell of gunsmoke, and Indians in-yellow uniforms could be seen charging at the beginning of the charge. These guys have turbans around their heads, like huge sheepwhips.

At the foot of the mountain, a large group of Indian soldiers, holding guns, fired at the Ming troops on the mountain.

Scar's ass rushed at the mortar position like an arrow, destroying one of the three mortar positions. Five mortars were blown out, but luckily the ammunition was not blown up by the rockets, otherwise Scar wouldn't have even had the slightest fire to fight back.

"Hit me hard at the bastard who put the gun at the foot of the mountain." Scar is now glad that it was the Indians who launched the assault today, not the fierce and unusually fierce Gurkhas.

Without waiting for the mortars on the Ming side to fire, the mortars on the Indian side had already begun to bombard the positions of the Ming army. As a last resort, Scar had no choice but to change his order and give priority to the supply of enemy mortars. At this time, the superiority of the field of view is revealed.

The Ming army could see the mortar positions of the Indians at a glance, while the Indians had no way to see the mortar positions on the anti-slope of the hilltop of the Ming army.

The sound of gunfire was earth-shattering, bullets "swished" and "swished" in the sky, and from time to time someone was shot and fell to the ground wailing. The soldiers of the two nationalities frantically poured steel on each other. There were cursing voices of various voices on the battlefield, and the voice of Niang Laozi was endless.

The Indians went crazy this time, and the officer who took the lead threw his hat on the ground. Any soldier who has withdrawn his hat will be knocked down with a single shot when he raises his hand.

Under the heavy pressure, the Indians ran forward like crazy, the people in front were hit by bullets, and the people behind followed up to make up for it.

A group of guys wrapped in black turbans suddenly appeared in front of the platoon position, and the heart of the platoon leader sank: "Bayonet, Gurkha soldiers." ”

As soon as lunch was over, Scar ran to the second and third companies as reserves.

"You two companies have made up a hundred people, and the flank positions of one company have been lost, and someone needs to get them back." Scar just said a short word, and drank water with a tea jar "Gudu" and "Gudu".

The two companies add up to 300 people, which means that one of the three people will be drawn out. Everyone was beating drums during the roll call!

Scar looked at the familiar faces and took the lead in kneeling in the direction of Da Ming. The wine bowl in his hand was wiped out, and the bowl slammed to the ground.

"Brothers, the Indians tore a gap in the positions of the company. We're going to fill in the hole, there's no other nonsense, brothers, you can fix it when you see me. If you want to have eggs, give me a fucking fuck! ”

Scar paused, his face blushing, and his gaze swept over the kneeling hundred and ten men like knives.

"If you want to leave at this time, you can walk with your feet pulled, but if you are a person, you are afraid of death, and there is nothing to be ashamed of. If you don't want to be a soft egg, go up with Lao Tzu. Let those Gurkha people see how our great masters live with them. When you get to the place, don't fucking grind and chirp, there are people who lie on the ground to dodge bullets, and fuck my scar gives him a bowl of big scars. ”

The men who knelt on the ground had a solemn expression, and no one withdrew. There is only the "snapping" sound of drying this bowl of Zhuangxing wine and slamming the wine bowl on the ground.

"Brothers, do you want to show your father's face?"

"Yes!"

A shout, shaking the heavens and the earth!

Acre four-seven rifles, four magazines and five grenades each. The box with the oil seal was opened, and it was full of box guns. Each person was given one, plus three magazines. Got a hundred and ten katana swords from the Japanese people, and each of them carried one.

The position of Baozi Mountain is too important, and Li Hu tossed all the firepower that can be tossed. Even the Zhiyuan ship, which remained at sea to ensure artillery support, shook the artillery fire over.

The surface position of Baozi Mountain, which had just been occupied by the Gurkhas, was immediately ablaze.

Scar held his rifle flat, and his bayonet was dazzling in the sun. took the lead and rushed to Baozi Mountain, shouting without looking back: "The Liao army is mighty, the Ming is mighty!" Extinguish the dog's day! ”

"The Liao army is mighty! Daming Wuwei! Hundreds of gentlemen shouted in unison, baring their white teeth.

The artillery fire lasted for more than ten minutes, not because I didn't want to continue smashing, but because I continued to smash it, even the scar was smashed inside.

Scar was in the ravine with a whole team of people and cats, and when he heard the sound of the cannons stopping, he waved his hand and silently covered up the past.

At this time, it was only a few dozen meters away from the position of the Gurkhas, and the Gurkha soldiers on the opposite side also recovered from their confusion. A row of guns "crackled", and a row of bullets almost grazed the scar's head.

Fuck, there's even a burst of guns.

Scar didn't care so much at this time, and picked up the gun, and the front sight put on a guy wielding a Gurkha scimitar and shot him.

"!" Such a close shot actually missed, and the bayonet was not accurate.

The crosshair lowered a little, and another shot was fired. The guy wielding the Gurkha scimitar commanded turned over and fell to his back and disappeared. Almost at the same time, a bullet grazed Scar's shoulder with a whistle and slammed into the dirt beneath his feet.

Scar was a spirit, and his body rolled on the spot, hiding behind a large rock. The flick was a grenade thrown out, and then the grenade exploded with smoke, and Scar rolled out of the other side.

His subordinates were pinned down under a small slope, and they were anxious to die. Kicked hard at a guy who was lying on the ground with his head in his arms, "You're putting a gun!" ”

Only then did the soldier react, holding his gun and firing indiscriminately at the opposite side.

"Come here!" Scar saw a veteran and grabbed it.

"You! I took these people around and saw that it was the tree. Shoot at the dog's day from the side! ”

"No!" Zhang San knew that it was not a good job, so he still made a promise. The soldiers who had been pointed out to him by Scar ran to the place Scar had said.

Bullets flew behind him like life-seeking Wuchang, and Zhang San's mind went blank. Dragged a young private, "boom" sounded like a thunderbolt near his ears. Listen to the sound and you know it's a mortar.

Zhang San couldn't take care of anything, his steps were chaotic as if he had drunk two catties of old dragon's mouth, and he ran around on the ground in a Z-shape. The bullet hit under his feet, picking up clumps of dirt.

His hand sank, and when he looked back, he saw a piece of shrapnel nailed to the private's temple. The scorching shrapnel "smacked" and "smacked" the flesh and smoked. Hurriedly let go of his hand, this person must be hopeless, who cares about dragging the corpse at this time.

Whether he has the head to survive until tomorrow is still a question, reaching out to grab the soldier's ammunition and hanging it on his body, and continue to run towards the place designated by Scar.

After such a delay, several other soldiers had already run to the place, but Zhang San was a step slower. Zhang San gasped and shouted, "Brothers, do you know who is an official?" It's the one with the cockade pinned to his head, and he greets him fiercely. ”

"Got it!"

Zhang San felt that his lungs were panting as if he was pulling a bellows, as if he was about to crack, and his eyes were trembling with his hands outside the stars. I shot more than a dozen shots in a row, but I didn't even catch a single hair.

I cursed in my heart, took a few deep breaths, and adjusted myself. Crosshair on a guy with two cockades pinned to his head, and that's you!

With a point shot, the guy with the two cockades collapsed backwards with a ball of blood bursting out of his chest.

As soon as fire was fired on this side, the fire of the Gurkha people was immediately attracted to part of it. Scar's eyes were anxious, but his mind was not messed up. Shuttle through the hail of bullets like a madman, dragging the scared people up from the ground, shouting for everyone to charge forward.

A soldier named Li Si of the Third Company had a bullet open in his waist, and the camouflage uniform was soaked with blood. The guy in his hand threw it, holding a box cannon in one hand, and a bundle of grenades in a satchel.

Twenty rounds of bullets from the box cannon were shot out like water, and the man was no more than two or three meters away from the trenches of the Gurkhas. Pulling the ring of the grenade with his mouth, "boom", Li Si and three Gurkha soldiers were engulfed in gunsmoke.

Scar and the people are also rushing closer and closer, and people are constantly being knocked down behind him. Seeing his brother being knocked down, Scar's eyes turned red, and the Aka 47 rifle was turned into a burst of fire. The magazine in his hand ran out in a few clicks, threw away the rifle and pulled out the box gun, threw a grenade into the trench in his hand, and jumped into the trench with blood-red eyes.

A Gurkha wields a scimitar and howls like a beast. Scar "snap" and "snap" two shots were nailed to his chest, and while the guy was out of strength, the katana beckoned to his neck.

The bearded Gurkha had a thick neck, and the sharp katana didn't cut off his head with a single sword, and the bearded Gurkha tilted his head, and the blood in his neck spurted out more than a foot high.

Suddenly a Gurkha soldier appeared on the trench, he didn't know why he didn't have a weapon in his hand, and he threw Scar down with a flying pounce, holding Scar's neck with one hand and drawing the dagger at his waist with the other.

Scar saw that this guy was pinned with two cockades and knew that he was an official.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to pull his thumb to his mouth, he bit the guy's thumb and bit it with his white teeth. A crisp sound was heard clearly in his ears, and the Gurkha withdrew his hand with a howl.

"Bang bang bang ......!" The box cannon in Scar's hand was fired continuously at the guy's chest, the bullet almost shattering the sternum and spurting blood all over his face.

The Gurkha man fell on Scar's body, this guy is so strong, Scar wasted a lot of effort to push the man away.

Changed a box shell clip, broke the nose and shot the guy in the face again.

At this time, dozens of men had rushed up to the position, and the gunshots rang out. But most of it was the sound of box guns, and the Arca rifle was really not suitable for hand-to-hand combat in the trenches.

The Gurkhas, wielding Gurkha scimitars, suffered enough in the face of the nine-millimeter high-power bullets with a capacity of 20 rounds of box guns.

Carrying a katana, Scar had already emptied two magazines. The last magazine in his hand is said to be a melee weapon. It's all fucking bullshit, but the box cannon is.

Strong Gurkha soldiers, don't care how many lives you have, two bullets will go down and you will not eat. Especially the nine-millimeter high-power pistol bullet, as long as it hits the chest, this person is basically useless.

After a few shots, the guy who can still fight endlessly only exists in legends.

Soon there were explosions on the position, and the Gurkha soldiers saw that the scimitar was no match for the Ming army, so they simply played the scoundrel. As long as you see the Ming army, you immediately pull the grenade, either pounce on it properly, or throw it over, regardless of the distance that it will blow yourself up.

The position was in disarray, and Scar found that he had no grenades on him, so he had to look for them on the corpses of the Gurkhas. Three grenades were quickly found, "It's wide." Scar muttered, handing the grenade.

When they came to the corner of the fortifications, they threw a grenade before they went out.

After the huge explosion, take advantage of the smoke to rush in. Bloodied soldiers can be seen wriggling on the ground, slashing at the neck with a katana, and the people on the ground quickly do not move.

A stocky Gurkha who had just been stunned by a grenade was now relieved to shake up from the ground. The Gurkha scimitar in his hand slashed diagonally at Scar's head!

"Dang!" The Gurkha scimitar slashed at the helmet, and the scar was slashed diagonally.

Before he could stand firmly, the katana in his hand swept over from the bottom to the top.

There was an extremely unpleasant sound of metal grinding, and Scar felt a chill in his arm. The box cannon in the other hand, "bang" and "bang" are two shots, and while the Gurkha was shot and out of strength, the katana was sent straight into the stomach of this guy.

Twist your wrist and press down firmly. This guy's beer barrel-like stomach was cut open, and his intestines were connected to his stomach, and they flowed out with a "bang". The screams of the Gurkha were so loud that they even drowned out the explosions around them.

At this time, the Gurkha still wanted to pull the grenade, where would Scar give him such an opportunity, and the katana flashed. A stout, hairy human hand fell to the ground, and Scar swung his knife to sever his other arm. Don't care about the Gurkha who are howling and tossing on the ground, and continue to look for the Gurkha along the fortifications.

There were corpses everywhere under his feet, and the sound of gunfire explosions around him became less and less. Until the end, not a single living Gurkha could be found on the positions. Scar did the math and killed thirteen of them himself.

There were still three bullets left in the box cannon in his hand, and he sat on the ground with no strength in his body. The katana poked beside him has so many gaps that it can be used as a saw.

After resting for a while, I found the signal soldier, found the fireworks from him, lit them, and sat down again in the trench full of corpses.

"Smack!" The fireworks exploded in the air, and the commander of the second company saw the fireworks and hurriedly rushed up with the second echelon.

There was a violent muffled bang, and the air wave slammed Scar to the ground. Spit out the dirt in his mouth, Scar used all his strength to shout: "Dodge the cannon!" Dodge the guns! ”