The grassland is beautiful, the turquoise grass carpet spreads from the foot to the end of the view, and the occasional few wild flowers sticking out from the grass add a bit of color to this grass carpet.

There is already a bright color on the horizon, and soon the white of the fish belly will appear in the sky. This time is the time when people sleep most soundly, and it is often the best time for sneak attacks.

Zu Kuan lay on his stomach in the grass, wrapped like a mummy. There is no way otherwise, if it is not wrapped tightly, and no other insects are used, the mosquitoes that are raging on the grassland can suck his blood dry.

He was a cavalryman from the beginning, but now he has transformed from a cavalry to an infantryman. There was no way, the Indians on the opposite side concocted a machine gun that could hold thirty rounds. It used a nine-millimeter bullet, and the accuracy of continuous fire within 300 meters was amazing.

Artillery, machine guns, grenades plus mines, the cavalry could no longer ride across the steppe. Sometimes, Zu Kuan would even curse these increasingly powerful firearms. In the past, if you fought a war, you would have a good chance of surviving with strong armor and martial arts.

But now, a battle is down. Even if you ship thirteen kai, you will be pierced in half by flying bullets. No matter how good your martial arts are, you are definitely not an opponent of bullets. At that time, several subordinates who followed him in Jinzhou just didn't turn this corner, but they were suddenly attacked by the machine guns of the Indians.

Last night, with a group of people, he crawled under the noses of the Indians. Today's attack is the famous Mount Kailash. Halfway up the mountain to the top of the mountain, the Gurkhas stationed a battalion of troops.

Attacking this kind of mountain is very troublesome, in fact, it is enough to mainly attack the small mountain bag that controls this grassland. Otherwise, the Indian soldiers would always bombard the hills, and not only could they not graze on the plains, but even the logistics and supply of the army were problems.

But the problem is that if you want to capture the hill pack, you have to first take the mountain that is higher behind the hill pack. Otherwise, even if you capture the hill, you will have to huddle up on the hill and be bombarded.

Even if you conquer a higher mountain, there will be a mountain behind you. The arrangement of the Indians is like a chain array. If you want to attack them, you have to be prepared for shells. If one mountain after another is taken down, it is estimated that the corpses will be stacked higher than the mountain.

This time, Man Gui went out and sent a regiment to directly attack the Kalash Sacred Mountain. The tongue caught before the battle said that two companies were stationed on the mountain, one company was defending halfway up the mountain, and the other company was defending at the top of the mountain.

Man Gui felt that letting soldiers be stationed at the top of the mountain this month was actually a waste of manpower. Don't look at the green grass at the foot of the mountain, but the top of the mountain is still covered with snow. Wearing old leather jackets in the daytime, they are half frozen to death, I really don't know how these Indian soldiers will spend the night.

Looking at his watch, Zu Kuan motioned for the vanguard company to start moving. The time was calculated, and now the attack was launched, and it was exactly noon when the mountain was reached. In order to attack the mountain, the warriors generally did not wear much. There is some sunshine at noon, and it will not freeze to death on the mountain.

There were no flares, no trumpets and gongs. The more than 3,000 men in the group covered their mouths with masks on their mouths and slowly climbed up the mountain. I don't want to climb how fast, but I don't want people to find out.

The vanguard company is the sharp knife of the whole regiment, in order to strengthen the strength of the sharp knife company, Zu Kuan pressed the teaching team in the regiment. They are all soldiers recruited by the generation of Dengfeng, Cangzhou, Hebei, and have two hands under their hands. Pull out just one, and it's not a problem to kill ten or eight in white-knuckle fighting.

He held a foot-long short knife in his hand and a box cannon pinned to his waist. The rifles were all thrown in the back, and no one was carrying the heavy stuff.

After observing for half a night, I have long been able to see where the open post is and where the dark post is. The two soldiers crawled over silently, and the strength of a tiger pounced on his arms. The two-inch-wide short knife silently stabbed into the neck of the dark whistle.

Holding down the arm of the dark whistle desperately, you can hear the "hiss" and "hiss" sound of blood spurting out of the veins. The people below him struggled violently, but after only half a minute, the struggle became less and less powerful.

The bearded company commander personally touched the sentry's feet, and while the sentry turned around, he flew up and jumped up. The sentry's men also had two blows, and as soon as they heard the sound, they twisted their bodies and handed the bayonet.

In the air, the bearded company commander twisted his waist to avoid the sentry's bayonet. By the time he landed, the Indian sentry's head was already flying. Inside the cavity where he fell to the ground twice, blood gushed out like a fountain.

After all the light and dark sentinels were cleared, the whole company immediately dispersed and began to touch inside along the fortifications. As soon as I touched the door of a fortification, I saw a Gurkha soldier coming out of it, unbuckling his belt as he walked.

Looking at each other, the Gurkha soldiers opened their mouths and wanted to shout. But the bearded company commander's hand was obviously faster than him, and the moment he opened his mouth, the short knife had already been stuffed into his mouth. At the same time, he flew up and kicked the entire Gurkha into the fortifications.

He tore off a five-pound incendiary bomb from his waist, pulled the letter and threw it inside.

"Boom!" The explosion was not loud, but soon the orange fire could be seen. The fire and smoke spread rapidly, and the Gurkha soldiers inside the fortifications scurried like rats that had blown up their nests.

Didn't say anything, threw two grenades at the mouth of the fortification. The Gurkha soldiers, who rushed to the entrance of the cave in the confusion, were swept back by the explosion of the grenade.

The incendiary bomb was filled with white phosphorus, and whatever it got on it caught fire. Even if it gets on your face, the bone-burning flame will burn on your face. All of a sudden, the inside of the fortifications turned into hell, and terrible screams were constantly heard.

Seeing the fire getting bigger and bigger, the smoke getting bigger and bigger. The bearded company commander hurriedly ordered people to attack other fortifications, and at this time, the Gurkhas, who heard the noise, had already carried the Gurkha scimitar and prepared for a white-knuckle battle.

Just as the bearded company commander turned around, there was a violent explosion. The wave of air that set off threw the bearded company commander a few meters away, and fell to the ground without movement for a long time.

"Company commander! Captain! Several soldiers gathered around, and a little snow on their hands slapped the company commander's cheek.

"Fuck me, the Gurkhas' ammunition is dead, and I almost confessed here. What the hell are you looking at, Lao Tzu is not dead, fuck the guy! ”

"No!"

The soldiers of the Sharp Knife Company were divided into several units, and swept along the tunnel one fortification after another. A fierce Gurkha soldier with a Gurkha scimitar in the shape of a dog's leg came out in his hand. They all stared at each other, and they looked as fierce as they could.

The fierce Japanese people in white-knuckle warfare did not get advantage in the face of the Gurkhas. The white-bladed combat weapon of the Ming army only has a short knife more than a foot long, which is a short knife, but in fact, it is more appropriate to say that it is a dagger.

The Ming army did not use better knives because the Ming cavalry was each equipped with twenty-shot box guns.

Equipped with a box gun with nine-millimeter bullets, it can fire single shots or burst fire, and the firepower is fierce within 20 meters, and the shell capacity is large. After the magazine is empty, you can also calmly change the magazine. For today's battle, each one is equipped with five magazines on spare.

Not to mention, no one was still carrying an incendiary bomb and two grenades. has already entered the tunnel, and there is no more lethality than this one. As long as you see running out of the fortifications, raise your hand and shoot a few shots. Before the bolt of the opponent's gun was opened, several bullets on his body began to surge.

Being trapped in the fortifications is even more of a disaster. They all disliked Bai Lin's incendiary bomb and threw it inside. Sometimes three or four were thrown at a time, and after the explosion, the flames in the vent burst out more than a foot long.

By the time the sky was exposed, the Indian positions on the mountainside had been fully occupied. Under the raid, most of the Gurkhas, who barely had time to resist, were left in the fortifications with incendiary bombs and grenades.

Smoke billowed from the mountainside fortifications, and sharp knives didn't even care to clean the battlefield. The bearded company commander continued to rush forward with his men, and from the mountainside to the top of the mountain, there were several fire points covering each other. The task of the Sharp Knife Company was to clear these fortifications and clear the way for the troops that followed behind.

The warriors are like leopards, jumping from mountain to mountain and on the ground. Bullets were constantly being fired from the fortifications, and the Gurkhas' marksmanship was generally very poor, especially when hitting fast-moving targets.

But before they could get close to the fortifications, they heard the sharp whistling of cannonballs. Experienced veterans immediately looked for a little older and crouched behind, and the recruits were all lying on the ground.

This place is a dead end for Indian artillery, and even mortars are difficult to hit the target. However, after the mountainside position was occupied, the Ming army on the mountainside could use the mortars left by the Indians to bombard these strong fortifications on the way forward.

The shells were smashed on the fortifications as if they were not paying for money, and in only a few minutes before and after, the fortifications were shrouded in smoke.

The rising sun pierced the sky with ten thousand golden rays, pouring heat and light into the world. It was very windy on the mountain, and the smoke dispersed quickly. It has to be said that these people operate mortars with amazing accuracy. There were even two shells, which almost fell in one place. The first explosion blasted a large hole in the top of the fortifications. The second shell smashed through the bullet hole, blowing the people inside into pulp.

The bearded company commander of the sharp knife company was a little confused, Lao Tzu's explosives bag was ready, and he was taken by you like this?

Seeing that the scattered fortifications were blown up, mortars began to bombard the fortifications of the Indian army on the top of the hill.

There are soldiers of the Ming army all over the mountains, and today for the two companies of the Indian army, Man Gui is considered to kill chickens with a knife, and directly let a regiment full of Zu Kuanqi rush up.

There are a lot of mortar shells captured, and these guys naturally don't know how to cherish them. There was a burst of bombardment, and the rate of fire was astonishingly fast. It wasn't until the barrel was red that he stopped and poured snow on the barrel.

They don't care if this cannon can be fired tomorrow, they give enough fire support to the attacking troops, and it is only right that a few brothers will die less.

Zu Kuan commanded the soldiers to run to the top of the mountain, panting loudly and frighteningly, as if pulling a bellows. Damn, after so many years of being a soldier, he always charged on horseback, and now he is so good that he can run away.

Lao Tzu is not an infantryman, and he has to run five kilometers of cross-country every day.

The rumbling of artillery rang out on the hills occupied by the Indian army, and the Indian army fired artillery shells at Mount Kailash to hinder the Ming army's attack. The large troops on the side of the Ming army desperately smashed shells on various hills.

Like meteors, the rocket artillery flew into the air at a rapid pace, and then fell and smashed into the positions of the Indian army. A lot of Indian rockets were destroyed on the launcher before they could be launched.

When Zu Kuan rushed to the front, the bearded company commander was covered in blood, and he didn't know if it was someone else's or his. He was leading people, lying behind the rocks, and shooting at the Indian troops on the top of the mountain.

A hundred and ten meters in front of the trench, there were many corpses lying on their stomachs. All of them were lying on their stomachs with their backs up, and none of them were running backwards.

Zu Kuan lay behind the stone and watched for a while, no wonder it was so difficult to fight. There were three machine guns on the top of the hill alone, and they changed positions every now and then. The light machine gun is good at this hand, but it is not short to change positions, unlike heavy machine guns, which are dead and heavy, and it takes a long time to change the position of the machine gun.

The most infuriating thing is that because of the high advantage. Their grenades can be thrown far away, but the Ming army is attacking from the back, and the grenades can't be thrown, so there is one less means of firepower.

"Go up with the grenadiers and knock out those machine guns." Because the vanguard company had to travel lightly, no one brought grenades or grenadiers or anything. The follow-up troops came up, and the artifact of the grenadier appeared.

The grenadier is like a small howitzer, and it is designed to hit enemy fire points within 300 meters. With a caliber of fifty millimeters, the explosion was powerful enough to send the machine gunner and his co-shooter to the western sky.

Sure enough, the grenadier was an artifact. The situation on the battlefield immediately changed, and in only ten minutes, all three machine guns were knocked out by grenadiers. The rest of the people were greeted by the grenadier roll call.

Just when the fiery red morning sun had just faded and the silver-white sun shone on the snow, Zu Kuan really led people to capture the position on the top of the mountain.

Only when I got to this main position did I know that this place was still a command post. Inside the huge underground bunker, there were the bodies of dozens of officers. The corpses were lying in pools of blood, looking like they were nothing different from Abi Hell.

As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, Zu Kuan ordered the soldiers to disperse quickly, and it would be too late to grab the loot for a while.

According to Zu Kuan's experience, as long as one of the enemy's positions is captured, without the wounded, that army will definitely collapse. The Indian army used a chain of iron cables, and the position was like wearing meat skewers, swearing to defend Lingxiu layer by layer.

This battle is a black tiger who has come to dig out his heart. Take your main position directly, and now you have to see the power of the Ming army's artillery. Mountain after hill bombarded down, and within a few days, this grassland and land became the territory of the Ming Dynasty.

No matter how happy you are today, you have to face the reality.