Zu Kuan squatted in the trench and looked at the mountains in the distance. The top of the mountain is a thousand meters high, but in the Ili River Valley, this height is really nothing.

The offensive has been going on for half a month, and after continuous uprooting operations, the Indians no longer have much foothold in the Ili River Valley. This foothold in front of you is the last solid support point. Defeat this place, even if you occupy the entire Ili River Valley.

As the richest place in Central Asia, as long as it occupies here, the Ming Dynasty will be invincible in Central Asia.

When I picked up the binoculars, my palms hurt a little. This is the result of falling from a horse yesterday, falling from a war horse, not dying, but also seriously injured. Zu Kuan was lucky that his feet were not hooked by the stirrups, and his body fell into the straw mat. Except for a little lame leg and a broken hand with a grass stalk, it didn't hurt anything serious.

"How much longer?" Zu Kuan put down his binoculars and looked at the staff officer beside him.

"Five minutes to go." The staff officer looked at his pocket watch and reported to Zu Kuan.

"It's five minutes." Zu Kuan scolded, and then continued to hold the telescope to look.

The time before the war was the most difficult, and the advance company had already climbed out of the trenches. Looking at those guys who squirmed like maggots, Zu Kuan scolded his mother in his heart.

Good cavalry battles, what has become of it now? It's just a matter of digging trenches, and you have to climb them when you go out of trenches. Although he felt that this was a disgrace for the cavalry, Zu Kuan still firmly let his subordinates do so.

Since the appearance of machine guns, the cavalry assault is still played, and the death is not too ugly. Seeing the Mongols charging in the face of the machine-gun position, Zu Kuan's heart was numb when he thought about the scene of flesh and blood.

The Mongol cavalry held their shields aloft and pressed down like black clouds in a sharp formation. There are also a large number of rangers on both sides, charging while shooting.

I don't understand what the Mongols thought, even if the large shield of the fan could protect the chest of the cavalry. Could it be that even horses can be protected? Under machine-gun fire, the Mongols were shot on their backs, and their flesh and blood flew everywhere.

At that time, there were only two companies and three Makqin heavy machine guns facing the Mongol charge. The Maxim bullets, which were fired intensively, formed a wall of steel in front of the position. Everyone who hit the wall died worse than a pig.

Since that time, Zu Kuan has never dared to mention the cavalry charge. The current 1st Cavalry Division, except for marching and still on horseback, all the battles are dismounted and fought on foot a few kilometers away from the battlefield.

"And ......!" His hands were a little sore, and Zu Kuan just wanted to ask again. His chest tightened, and he held back all the words that followed.

Quickly raised the binoculars, after many years of military career, Zu Kuan knew that this was a heavy artillery launch.

Sure enough, it didn't take long. The opposite position exploded, and the power of the shell explosion sent the stone to a height of 100 meters and then fell. The naked eye can see that the impact is spreading in all directions.

The Indian soldiers in the trenches were shaken out like gophers, and many of them jumped out and didn't move.

It took almost ten seconds before Zu Kuan heard a thunderous explosion.

The explosion of the shelling rang out, and the barbed wire, mines, and various obstacles in front of the Indian positions were torn up into the sky. Zu Kuan was in the telescope, and he also saw the trapeze artist in the sky who was constantly scratching his hands and feet.

The booming shelling lasted a full five minutes, and the Indian positions were littered with turned dirt. And the corpses that are either complete or zero-three!

"Blow the trumpet!" Zu Kuan gave an order, and a staff officer immediately lit the fireworks behind him. Three red drill monkeys flew into the air and exploded, followed by a loud military horn sound in the front position.

For a while, the sound of killing was everywhere, and countless soldiers crawled out of the trenches, shouting and charging to the opposite side. Zu Kuan was in the telescope and saw the red flag at the beginning waving in the morning breeze.

On the Indian position, countless Indian soldiers came out of the cantonment holes. The officers were a little curious, and the shelling time of the Ming army today was much shorter. It is estimated that their supply lines are also very long, and the supply of shells, especially heavy ones, is difficult.

This is good news for the Indians, this kind of 155-mm heavy artillery shell, as soon as it is fired, it is as if the earth has been hammered by Thor. Even if you don't get killed, you'll be shocked to death by the furious shockwave.

The Indian soldiers lay in the trenches, staring at the Ming infantry charging on the opposite side with wide eyes. Isn't it sick to put a muzzle crosshair on these people who are running for their lives, and dare to charge at a distance of more than 1,000 meters?

Not to mention that there are so many machine guns and rifles waiting for them, even if they are allowed to run up for hand-to-hand combat, a thousand meters is enough to make you breathless.

In view of the very large number of Ming troops, almost all the Indians in the underground hidden soldiers have escaped. There was an explosion behind him, which was an extension of the Ming artillery. When the distance between the two armies reached the distance between the rifles, the shelling of the Ming artillery was estimated to stop.

And these Ming infantry who rushed up would be wiped out with mortars and machine guns.

Seeing the Indian soldiers who were waiting for battle, the corners of Zu Kuan's mouth turned up. "Again!" With Zu Kuan's order, "whoosh", "whoosh", "whoosh", three green fireworks flew into the sky and exploded!

The charge stopped, and the Ming infantry who were charging all lay on the ground.

The Indian soldiers were stupid and did not understand why the Ming army suddenly stopped at a distance of more than a thousand meters. Could it be that the mortars that test Lao Tzu are not accurate? Damn, despise Lao Tzu's artillery, set up mortars to bombard his mother.

"Boom", "Boom", "Boom" ......! The mortars continued to bombard, and many Ming soldiers were hit by the mortars, turning into clouds of blood mist, and their body stumps were scattered in all directions.

The Ming army, which maintained the shock formation, did not move. At this time, if you run around, you will basically be hit by scattered shrapnel. It's safer to lie on the ground!

Behind the Ming army's position, suddenly smoke steamed. The Indian officer felt his scalp tingle when he saw the smoke, and the fuck was the smoke from the rocket launch. At this time, if you want to enter the Tibetan Soldier Cave again, it's too late! It's late! People can't outrun shells!

The thought of the power of the heavy rockets that fell made the Indian officers feel the urge to die.

It seems that what fell was not a rocket, but an unknown shell. The shells were so bright in the air that the smoke could not obscure the light from those shells. For a while, it seemed that there were many more suns in the sky.

When those shells landed on the position, the Indian army knew how powerful it was. Where this new type of shell falls, it begins to burn.

I have seen incendiary bombs, but I have never seen such incendiary bombs. When a white flame falls on the soil, the soil begins to burn, and when it falls on a person, the person begins to burn. Even fell on the steel helmet, and the steel helmet began to burn.

An officer's cheeks fell to the size of a fingernail, and his entire face began to burn. The fierce burning was accompanied by his screams, and the people around him were terrified.

However, the Ming army did not give them time, and as more new shells fell, the positions of the Indians were already in a sea of fire. The whole position was shrouded in smoke, and the inside could not see what was going on inside, and what was going on inside could not be seen outside.

Zu Kuan opened his mouth wide, knowing that there was nothing good that Changxing Island had drummed up, but this thing was too evil. Twelve rocket artillery vehicles fired a salvo, and the whole hill burned like torches. I've used incendiary bombs before, but they're not as powerful as this thing. Besides, incendiary bombs are open flames, and they will not burn when they encounter soil and stones.

But this thing sticks and burns wherever it goes. It's simply ...... Weapons from Hell!

Since then, Zu Kuan has deeply branded this incendiary bomb into the letter. White phosphorus incendiary bombs!

The entire Indian position burned like a torch. The Ming army from a thousand meters away stared wide-eyed, and some of the guys even stood up in a distraction.

No imaginary shells came, and no imaginary bullets came. A thousand meters is not far away, but you can still hear the heart-rending screams of the Indians on the position.

are all the remnants of a hundred battles, how many veterans have turned back and forth on the battlefield, the tragic scene is not unseen, but the sound of this scream is also numb.

"Commander, this white phosphorus incendiary bomb is too powerful. This......! The staff officer's face turned pale when he saw it.

"Nonsense, if it weren't for the white phosphorus bomb, Lao Tzu would have allowed them to charge with a red flag. Isn't that death? What I want is to lure out these Indians who are hidden like rats, as long as they are brought out, Lao Tzu will be a fucking spoonful of stew.

What a pity! There are only more than 100 rounds of white phosphorus incendiary bombs, otherwise Lao Tzu can hit Mumbai with this thing. In fact, Zu Kuan didn't know where Mumbai was, and these words were the words of the generals of the Ming army. As long as you describe yourself as powerful, you say that you want to fight Mumbai.

The Indian army on the entire hill was silent, and the smoke-shrouded mountain burned for a long time. When the white phosphorus burned out, the trumpet blew again.

The Ming soldiers rushed to the enemy position with "whoop" and "whoop", but there was no reaction from the other side. There was no gunfire and no artillery fire. There was only the "crackling" sound of the flame burning!

A distance of one kilometer is not too long, but it is not too short. Rushing to the position, the Ming soldiers were frightened by the situation in front of them.

There were charred corpses everywhere, even the dirt on the ground. Some of the corpses were very weird, and the clothes on them were still intact, but the people had been burned to the skeleton. Look at the bones are all black!

There are also some people who are obviously lying on the ground. The helmet can be removed, and you can see a black charred skull.

The mortarists huddled beside the mortars, their claws hooked over their chests like chicken paws.

"Smack!" A gunshot rang out, and a blood flower bloomed on the chest of a Ming soldier. The bullet entered the chest and then came out of the back, bringing out an even larger mist of blood.

The Ming soldiers all around surrounded him, and it was a small shooting hole. Countless bullets were fired at the little social terror, causing debris to fly on the side of the hole.

The perforation is actually reinforced concrete.

The surrounding Ming troops surrounded the past only to find that this fucking building was actually a reinforced concrete building. Half-buried in the ground, covered with floating soil. If you don't look closely, you won't know it's a sturdy bunker.

", hurt our brother, him!" The commander of the assault company roared, and immediately a light machine gun swept the hole inside. Some fighters dragged out smoke grenades and stuffed them down the shooting holes.

One, two, three!

Three smoke bombs were crammed in, and soon smoke began to rise from many places on the ground. As long as there is smoke, it is a perforation to pick up the floating soil.

And it can be seen that these perforations form crossfire with each other. If it weren't for the heavy casualties caused by the incendiary bombs, there might be how many Ming soldiers were shot and killed now.

"Grandma's! It's really poisonous, and there are even backward perforations. The company commander cursed and threw another smoke bomb inside.

The Indian soldiers hiding in the fortifications were so smoked by smoke bombs that snot and tears flowed together. One by one, they ran out coughing with guns, and the Ming soldiers hid not far from the fortifications. Shoot these guys who run out one by one like a target, and some of them don't run out, so they will be smoked alive inside.

The position at the foot of the mountain was quickly captured by the Ming army.

The Ming army did not continue to attack upward, but quickly interspersed and went around the back of the mountain.

When the Ming army charged, there was no artillery on the mountain. This can only show that the mountain road is too steep for large-caliber artillery to be transported. There is no need to attack this kind of position. All you need to do is go around their backs, cut off the aid, and repair them slowly.

This was the last high ground of the Indians in the Ili River Valley, and the Ming army had patience and dealt with them

As soon as they crossed the valley, they saw thousands of Mongol cavalry fleeing southward.

Geldan was a complete failure this time, and he originally wanted to recapture the Ili River Valley, but he didn't expect that in half a year, Wu Sangui sent 30,000 Indian soldiers and almost all of them were wiped out.

The Ili River Valley, his old nest, was also completely occupied by the Ming army. The Ming army could not be defeated in positional warfare, and Geldan had long since given up the idea of taking the initiative to attack the Ming army's fortified position.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Geldan could only smear the soles of his feet with oil and slip away. He knew that after he went back, he would face Wu Sangui's scolding. But there was no way, in order to survive, he could only defect to Wu Sangui.

Further west was the territory of the Persians, and because of the difference in religious beliefs, Gerdan felt that he would not be taken in. All of a sudden, Geldan actually gave birth to the feeling that there was no place in the whole world.

Zu Kuan didn't send anyone to chase Geerdan, two legs chasing four legs, which is a nonsense thing in itself. If someone kills him, he loses a lot.

It is only right to eat the last Indians on the hill and firmly occupy the Ili River Valley.

"Are there any captives?" Walking on the battlefield full of scorched earth, Zu Kuan asked the commander of the vanguard company.

"There are not many of them, only a few minor injuries have been caught, and they are about to be disposed of."

"Can you go?"

"It's okay to walk."

"Let them go up the hill and persuade the Indians on the hill to surrender. Tell them that if you surrender, you can stay alive, and if you don't surrender, you will die! ”