The advent of firearms changed the pattern of warfare that had lasted for thousands of years. What goose wing formation, sharp arrow formation, and other formations were all abandoned. Even the heavy cavalry, which is invincible in the world, can now only put off their armor and fight on horseback with rifles.

The history of war is stubbornly developing according to its original track, and it is only a matter of time before the cavalry completely withdraws from the stage.

It turns out that there are no fools in the face of the test of life and death, and sneak attacks have become more and more difficult. The trenches were dug deeper and deeper, and the fortifications were built stronger and stronger.

In particular, the combination of machine guns and barbed wire makes attacking fortified positions a nightmare for any soldier.

"Charge!" Shells fell on enemy positions, especially rocket artillery trailing long tail flames, piercing the dawn sky and smashing on enemy positions. The explosions one after another make people feel that the ground under their feet is constantly shaking.

The shelling lasted for half an hour, with covered fire from rocket artillery and accurate point-pulling fire from howitzers. Anyway, the opposite position has undergone the baptism of iron and fire, and according to Li Hu's feelings, there should no longer be living people in the opposite position.

The barbed wire observed before the war was completely gone, except for a few half-cut wooden stakes with a few stakes wrapped around them, which were bent like a cat's beard burned by fire, and the ridges swayed with the explosion of the shells.

Following Li Hu's order, more than 5,000 Tamils crossed the trenches with guns in hand, and they roared and rushed to the enemy positions. Since their landing, they have been like a wedge, plunging deep into the Indian subcontinent.

Their target was Mumbai, and the noble Ming commander promised them three days of looting if they captured it.

I've heard of Mumbai's opulence before, where people eat three meals a day. Many women wear gold and silver, with towering breasts and big buttocks, as long as they grab one and go home, they not only have food and clothing, but also a mother-in-law who washes their feet and cooks. Anyway, Mumbai is a place where rich people gather, and as long as you grab a handful, you will be prosperous in this life.

Full of the simple ideals of robbing money, food, and women, countless able-bodied Tamil youths took up their bayonet rifles in their hands, carried fifty rounds of ammunition and two grenades in their waists, and jumped out of the trench with a shout.

The cries of countless people converged to form a roar similar to the roar of a dragon. The crowd roared like the waves of the sea and rushed to the positions of the Indians.

There was a rush in the Indian positions, many Indians could be seen running in the trenches, and the orders given by the officers were short and hurried. The sound was so loud that it could be heard clearly from a distance of 200 meters!

Rushing closer, the Indians were bombarded only sporadically by mortars. The mortars knocked out some people, but many more continued to run on the corpses of those in front of them. A Gurkha head is worth three Ming silver coins. That's enough money for a family of five to spend in Colombo City for half a year!

While there is no old adage that a bird dies for money, the Tamils have their own proverb – money burns a person's courage.

Encouraged by money, the Tamil Youth Army felt like a torch burning.

Li Hu watched through the telescope, estimating the remaining charging distance. Those Tamils ran so fast that even Li Hu was a little surprised. In only a minute or so, they were already more than a hundred meters away from the Indian position.

"Keep it up!" The counterattack of the Indians was very weak, even somewhat insignificant. The mortar shells were scattered like a few small waves in a huge wave, and then disappeared in a flash. Although the explosion killed several people, it did not hinder the overall situation much.

The rifles were even more sparsely placed, and it is estimated that few Indian soldiers had the courage to continue shooting. What awaited them was a one-sided massacre by the Tamils after they rushed to the position. That's what the Tamils did when they landed, which can be regarded as the sequelae of Li Hu's head bounty.

The Tamils held a banner with a tiger on it, declaring them as fierce and invincible as the Tamil tigers.

Tigers are indeed brave, but sometimes they are also scum. When the Tamils stepped into the Indian position 100 meters away, the Indian position suddenly sounded one whistle after another.

When Li Hu heard the whistle, his heart fell. Although he didn't know what would happen next, a sense of foreboding had permeated his body.

"Da da da ......!" Inside the trenches of the Indian army, many points of light suddenly appeared. The Tamils, who were still charging just now, were smashed like a tide hitting a dam. People fell to the ground in pieces like wheat harvesters, making it hard to believe that this was true.

"Heavy machine guns, how did they have such weapons." Li Hu wailed in despair.

No one answered him, everyone looked at the battlefield, and the silence in the command post was eerily quiet.

"Da Da Da ......! Da Da Da ......! The sound of the heavy machine guns joined together, and finally there was a sound similar to that of the wind. Bullets rained down on the Tamil youth army, and with each smash, a handful of blood splattered. With every smash, a life ends.

"Adjust the artillery, the howitzer will bomb me. Cannon, stare at the enemy machine gun and shoot me. Li Hu's voice roared inside the command post, and immediately several heralds rushed out. At this time, it is safer to stay away from the tiger master.

The artillery is far from being as fast as expected, but the machine guns are constantly harvesting lives. The Tamil youth army lying on the ground was surprised to find that bullets could actually be dropped from the sky.

It's going to be dead, even if you're lying in a crater, even if you're hiding behind a rock, you won't run away. The muzzle of the enemy's guns was raised by only two inches, and the poor Tamils were wiped out. Bullets rained down on them, and every time they struck, they were a hole in blood.

The Tamil youth army screamed and rolled, but to no avail. The corners of Li Hu's eyes were about to crack, and he could only watch his subordinates being slaughtered.

After a few moments of machine gunning, the positions of the Indian army fell silent again. It was as calm as if nothing had happened, but in front of their position, there were already corpses.

"!" Li Hu scolded, and he could see clearly in the binoculars. Few people survived this charge, and under the five-minute machine-gun fire, there were almost no living people on the battlefield.

The commander of the Indian army was very calm and did not give the order to open fire until the Tamil Youth Army rushed to a point of 100 meters. At this distance, the artillerymen did not dare to open fire, for fear of blowing up their own people. The Indians took advantage of just a few minutes to kill thousands of Tamils. The density of firepower is indeed staggering.

"Rush again, fucking rush again! The rocket artillery covers the firing cover, and the howitzer is responsible for cleaning the machine gun fire point that has just been cleared. The cannon is pushed up by Lao Tzu, and as long as the machine gun fire point emerges, it will be blown up by Lao Tzu. "Li Hu is like a gambler who has lost a bet, and if he wants to recoup his capital, he has to continue to raise.

"Master Tiger! I'm afraid there are more than 50 machine guns used by the Indian army just now, isn't it ...... for us to charge like this! "Tamil life is not fate, but it cannot be used as firewood. People are not worth much, and that equipment is still worth two dollars. Zhang Mazi has followed Li Hu for many years, and he dared to remind him.

"Is the machine gun going far or the artillery is going far? The more you live, the more you go back! Li Hu gave Zhang Mazi an angry look.

"It's ......!" Zhang Mazi swallowed the following words into his stomach, and the artillery was far away, but the Indians also have artillery. Not to mention anything else, a covered shot from the rocket artillery, how many bulky cannons can survive?

Li Hu's eyes were already red, and no one dared to speak directly to the tiger master at this time. The tiger master is the tiger master, and he will eat people when he is in a hurry.

"Master Tiger! How many people are put into the second round of charge? "Don't dare to ask anything else, you still have to ask about the number of dispatches.

"Three regiments, three regiments at this time. No matter what the fuck, I have to take the position of the Indians over to Lao Tzu. They shouldn't have many machine guns, and if they destroy fifty in this battle, it will be much easier to fight in the next battle. ”

"Three ......!" The staff officer repeated in surprise, and when he saw Li Hu looking over, he hurriedly ran out to convey the order.

There are nearly 10,000 people in three regiments, and this time the charging tiger master is preparing to use the tactics of a sea of people. It's just that this crowd tactic, machine guns will work in the face of the Indians?

Poor Tamils, under the scorching sun, were led into the starting position. The officers gasped when they saw the scene of corpses strewn across the battlefield. However, when he saw the muzzle of the overseer's gun behind him, this cool breath hurriedly turned into hot gas and spewed out again.

At this time, if you dare to run away, even the function of panting will be nullified for you.

The three regiments, fully equipped, began the attack under the sound of whistles one after another. Although training took several months, there was very little tactical training. Most of them are some individual training and physical training, and the big head soldiers know what tactics they are, and you start running as soon as the whistle blows here. Rushing into the enemy's position counts as a win!

As for the officers of the Tamil Youth Army......! Most of these were temporarily appointed or selected by the soldiers, and Li Hu didn't have the time and energy to send them to the military academy to study.

Li Hu's concept is that war is the best teacher. Those who survived were those who could fight, and those who couldn't fight died early after eating the gun. There is no need to engage in any military schools, the battle will naturally be the survival of the fittest, as long as those who survive, they will be more and more able to fight in the future.

What's more, no one in the Ming army treats the Tamils as human beings. Some officers even think that they are just civilized monkeys, who cares whether the monkeys live or die. If there is a real fight, these monkeys will rush up to be a death squad or something, and learn the tactics of wool.

This time, the Tamils were more miserable. I just crossed the trench, so I didn't charge a few steps. Behind the Indian army, a large cloud of smoke rose from behind, and above the smoke, countless tail flames streaked through the air.

Li Hu's heart fell to the bottom all of a sudden, but now it's too late to say anything. Heavy rockets, one after another, smashed into the charging crowd. You can see the big living people turning into pieces in an instant, and you can also see the people being lifted into the air by the air waves, constantly dancing with their hands.

The cannon, which had just been pushed up and was ready to hit the machine gun, was directly enveloped in thick smoke.

It's not that the Indians don't have artillery, they have endured it until now. In order to defeat the cannon of the Ming army. Because of this direct-aim artillery, the threat to machine guns is the greatest.

The artillery fire cut through the entire charging formation, and the more than 3,000 people who rushed out first saw that the position behind them had become a sea of fire, and now there was no other way but to rush forward one way to go.

Just when they rushed to the front of more than 200 meters away from the Indian army's position, "Da Da Da ......! "Dada-da-da......!" The heavy machine gun rang out again, and the sound of popping beans and bullets rushed in his face.

Li Hu was so angry that his head smoked, but he didn't have the slightest solution!

Holding the binoculars and looking at the tragic scene inside, Li Hu couldn't believe his eyes. The 30,000 Tamils that he had managed to train with great difficulty lost seventy-seven or eighty-eight in one day. The front of the position was covered with corpses, layer upon layer, and the soil was full of blood, and as soon as a person walked up, blood would be squeezed out.

No one dared to walk over, and the artillerymen of both sides stared at all humanoid objects. As soon as a humanoid object dangled in front of the position, there would be shells whizzing through it. Then the moving object was drowned in the smoke of gunpowder.

A shell exploded, and a corpse was thrown high by the air wave. As soon as it fell, the wave of air set off by another cannonball continued to be thrown. Countless pieces of metal shrapnel cut through the corpse, and in the telescope, Li Hu watched as the corpse shattered, and finally turned into countless unrelated pieces, scattered among a large piece of corpse.

The whole corpse was blown into pieces, which were then turned into small pieces. Small pieces of corpse turned into pulp, and crows stepped on the pulp and pecked at large pieces of minced meat. With each step, the mashed meat will be clearly marked with claw marks.

Li Hu stared at the blood-red eyes, looking at everything on the battlefield but there was nothing he could do. Howitzers were used, rocket artillery was used. The shells were piled up like a mountain, and the barbed wire fence was torn to pieces at the first time.

But when the soldiers charged, the damn machine guns still fired. The charging soldiers, like leeks, were harvested.

From morning to evening, half a year's hard work fell short. Li Hu's heart was dripping blood, but he was still rejoicing. Yuan Chonghuan only promised to provide an artillery regiment to provide Li Hu with artillery support.

If the second division suffered such a loss, Li Hu felt that his eldest brother Li Xiao would tear him alive. Li Xiao has always been like this, he will not get angry no matter how many foreign soldiers die, but if the Ming Liao army suffers losses, then Li Xiao's temper will become very violent.

No wonder the landing operation went so smoothly, it turned out that the damn Wu Sangui was waiting for him here. After this battle, Li Hu almost became the commander of the light pole.

PS: Yesterday my head was short-circuited, and I actually copied one more paragraph, which is an extremely serious mistake. Lao Long sincerely apologizes to the majority of book friends, and hopes that everyone will give me a chance to mend my ways. I feel like I'm among those people who can still save it.