With only five machine guns, the Indian soldiers suffered enough. The Japanese learned the tactics of the Ming army, and the muzzle of the Makqin heavy machine gun was raised an inch upward.

The Indian soldiers in the charge will immediately lie down when they hear the sound of machine guns, which is what the veterans taught them during military training, saying that this kind of lying down can save their lives.

Lying down can effectively reduce the impact area, which makes sense. The newcomers also quickly understood that everyone wanted to learn the ability to save lives. As a result, the Indian newcomers practiced their lying down skills one after another, and when they heard the sound of machine guns on the battlefield, they subconsciously lay on the ground.

When I got to the ground, I realized that the bullet was not coming from the front, but from the sky.

The bullets that fell from the sky made the Indian newcomers lying on the ground have nowhere to hide, and the guest officer has also increased the impact area of the bullet. All around was the "poof" and "poof" sound of bullets shooting into the body, even drowning out the sound of machine guns.

No matter how much these Indian recruits shouted and rolled, it didn't help. Bullets still rained down from the sky mercilessly, shooting the Indian recruits like a sieve.

It's really like a sieve, and many people have more than five bullet holes in their bodies.

Momotaro stared carefully at the opposite side from the binoculars, and as soon as he found signs of mortars, he immediately ordered his machine gunners to move the machine guns into the bunker. Then follow the trenches dug in advance and quickly move to the positions prepared earlier.

Although they are both mortars, the calibers of the two sides are different. The Ming army's standard mortars have long been eliminated with 60-mm mortars, while the mortars of the Indians are still using 60-mm mortars because of the problem of transportation.

This led to the fact that the range and power of the mortars on both sides were different, and the mortars aided by the Ming army to Zhangxi could hit the Indians, but the mortar shells of the Indians were always a little bit worse.

Poor Indians, many times they have just set up their mortar positions, and they are covered by enemy mortar fire after only one or two shots. The gunners suffered heavy losses, which made Wu Sangui very mad.

These gunners were fed with shells, or with money, so to speak. Every loss means that a lot of white flowers and silver have been lost.

Wu Sangui's baggage and heavy artillery couldn't keep up, and Zhang Xi didn't have heavy weapons at all. The heavy firepower of both sides is mortars, and the melee weapon is called grenades.

The rest of the combat time was basically machine-gun firing. In the early stage, under the command of the Japanese people, the Zhangxi people, who had built strong fortifications, of course, took advantage.

After only two days of fighting, Wu Sangui felt that he couldn't stand it. The years of fighting have made him very numb to the casualty figures. What's more, the current subordinates are Indians whom he looks down on.

But the realistic casualty figures still surprised him. After two days of fighting, a total of 16,000 casualties were fought. Although it is called the casualty figure, Wu Sangui knows that this number is extremely close to the death figure.

The wounded soldiers in the wounded barracks were extremely miserable, and Wu Sangui had no effective medicine in his hands at all. Or rather, he didn't think about treating the wounded soldiers. The thing that blocked the wound was a white paste mixed with salt, which was said to have a good healing effect.

The thing was applied to the wound, and the sound of the wounded soldier was desperate. It wasn't a howl that a man could make, it was more like a beast.

Thousands of wounded soldiers, dressed in this white plaster, died in despair in a miserable howl.

Wu Sangui stood in front of the position, holding a telescope and looking at the opposite side. The casualties of the Zhangxi people should not be small, but they are much smaller than themselves. can't fight like this anymore, otherwise he will not be able to defeat the Zhangxi people and capture the slut of Queen Zhangxi alive if he confesses to this place.

"Send out airships and bomb and strafe their positions." Wu Sangui put down the binoculars and gave the order to attack.

In fact, someone proposed to bomb with an airship yesterday, but unfortunately Wu Sangui was distressed about the cost of dispatching the airship. Years of war, plus the rebellion of so many states. It has made Wu Sangui's financial situation worse, and he can no longer squander as much as before. More than 18,000 lives let him know that he couldn't care about money anymore.

Momotaro held the binoculars and kept looking at the other party's position. He was a little puzzled as to why the Indians on the opposite side did not dig trenches. So they were in a very dangerous situation, if the Zhangxi had large-caliber artillery, like the Ming army. At any time, the densely populated barracks can be blown into a sea of fire.

Pity! There is no large-caliber artillery Zhangxi people, otherwise with more than 20,000 Zhangxi people, they will be able to hold the position for a month, or even longer.

Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound in the sky, and it seemed to come from hell. Momotaro hurriedly put down the binoculars and searched in the sky with his hands on the pergola.

Päbo was smart, and the airship he piloted flew in the direction of the sun. So that if the people on the earth wanted to see him, they had to look at the sun. The scorching sun after the rain, few people have the courage to look at it.

The people below were scurrying around like ants, and more were looking down like groundhogs.

Momotaro's eyes were pierced by the sun, but he couldn't see anything clearly. With his eyes closed, he slowed down and looked at the ground in the distance with a telescope. The hull of the airship is very large, and as long as it flies in the sky, it will inevitably cast a shadow on the ground.

See, just in the direction of the sun directly in front of the position. Damn, the Indians' airship flew over.

"Into the trenches, hidden. Take cover! Momotaro shouted in horror. The Zhangxi soldiers who were scurrying around were stuffed into the fortifications one by one by their commanders.

This kind of fortification is to protect against heavy artillery, and it is supported by strong thick wood, unless the bomb hits directly, it will never collapse.

If the Ming army had encountered such an air raid, the losses would have been very, very small. Aside from the observation posts left outside, there were basically no worries about life.

But now the team is made up of Zhangxi people, who were peasants a month ago, and they are more skilled with hoes than with guns. The discipline on which the army depends, for them simply does not understand.

There was a loud roar in the sky, the wrath of the gods that they thought to be. Many people, including the officers, are worshipping the heavens. Others were simply frightened and stupid, looking dumbfounded, trying to find the source of the sound with their eyes.

Some people were even frightened crazy, and they scurried around like rabbits directly on the battlefield.

The whole position was in chaos, and when the airship flew over the position, at least half of the men did not have time to enter the bunker.

Pilot Päbo made a gesture to the bombardier, who let go of the wrench. Four huge bombs hung under the pod, which landed freely on the positions of the Zhangxi people.

"Boom!"