Now Li Jiu finally knows why the Middle East is in chaos.

Damascus, known as the city of paradise, is now in ruins.

There are broken bricks and rubble everywhere, and countless snipers are hiding inside.

The road was so empty that no one dared to walk on it.

No matter who it is, it is a warrior who dares to stand and speak.

People's daily life is to climb, or at least to walk with their waists bent.

Everyone lives like a mouse, even more alert than a mouse.

Li Jiu touched the steel helmet, and there was a scratch mark on it.

Wiped a handful of sweat from his head!

The moment the bullet whizzed past his head, he even thought he was dead.

Steel helmets are not bulletproof, as instructors have warned them countless times.

The steel helmet equipped by Daming was directly hit by a bullet at a distance of 100 meters. The Helmet will be ready to burst open, and your head will still burst like a watermelon.

At a distance of 200 meters, a bullet may not penetrate the steel helmet.

But the strong kinetic energy will directly break your neck.

Luckily, I'm a vegetative person in this life. If you are unlucky, it will directly become a plant nutrient.

Mortar shells are consumed very quickly, and there is nothing to be done. In this kind of battle, mortars are the best weapons.

The two sides were often separated by a block, or several blocks, with mortars incessantly.

Boom during the day! Boom at night!

Smoking a cigarette is as fucking enjoyable as a rat in the trenches.

Those Arabs can't finish killing like cockroaches, and you kill one. Maybe two of them are aiming at you!

There can't be a second of slackness, because slackness is fatal.

It's really the kind that can be killed!

The brutality of the war has educated the Gurkhas, and they have to respect the present war.

They abandoned the habit of slashing at the enemy, and after paying the price of human life and blood, they finally understood the importance of hiding their bodies in the trenches.

No one laughs at the cowardice of the Ming soldiers anymore!

The guys who didn't coax are now all ashes and have returned to their hometowns across the ocean.

"Phew! This fucking cigarette is risking his life, platoon commander, when do you think this battle is a head.

I see that those Indians are always sent in the back!

Those people are stupid, stupid enough to cry.

Ten recruits were sent yesterday, and the veterans were brought to die after squatting in the trenches for a night.

When I asked, I found out that my brother hated the cold at night, so he lit a bonfire for cooking. ”

"Holy shit!

Light a bonfire, this is an insult to the artillerymen.

Don't talk about those Arabs, I want to blow him up. ”

"What's even more outrageous is that a squad leader with five soldiers dares to touch the enemy's position.

With their dogleg knives, they knocked over more than a dozen people, and they also caught two alive and came back.

It's not right to punish them now, it's not to reward them. ”

Li Jiu had a headache for a while, there was really no way to do this.

Punish them!

After all, they won the battle.

Reward them ......!

In the future, there will be countless fools who will attack without orders.

Not everyone has that kind of good luck!

Six men against a dozen, not only annihilated all opponents, but also captured two. I have to say that these six bastards are real bull B.

"We don't have enough troops to come to the Middle East now, so we can only spend it like this.

However, it seems to me that this consumption is very bad for the Arabs.

Although our supply line is long, our national strength is prosperous.

Ships can transport large quantities of supplies to the port of Acre at any time.

Arabs, hehe!

You look at their supply lines, the ammunition has to be brought from the Crimea. If you cross the ocean, you have to pass through the mountains of the northern Ottoman Empire.

There are no railways at all, and there are no cars. ”

"I said platoon commander, although you are now a battalion commander, you can also say something that we can understand."

"You bastards, I mean. Those people on the other side are almost unable to hold back, do you think?

They don't seem to be fighting with mortars lately!

Moreover, how long has it been since your positions have been bombarded with heavy artillery? ”

"Platoon commander, don't say it.

I really feel your reminder.

During this time, these grandsons seem to have really stopped a lot. ”

"My position has not been bombarded by heavy artillery for several days."

"Mine too!"

"I haven't been subjected to mortar shelling since yesterday."

"Across from us, there are fewer guns."

Li Jiu glanced at the sketch in his hand again.

Damascus had been shattered, and the original map was useless.

This sketch was sent back by Li Jiu many times in exchange for his life.

Each pile of rubble is marked in detail on the map, and even under some of the rubble, Tibetans have been found to be in the garrison caves.

"Since the Gurkha are good at night fighting, let's fight tonight.

Look at the map ......! ”

Li Jiu decided to fight if everything went well. That proves that there is a big problem with the logistics of the Arabs on the other side.

The Arabs are different from the Ming in that there are no railways.

If you want to replenish, you can only use large airships and ships.

If something really goes wrong with the supply, then that's for sure. The Ming Dynasty has blocked the Bosphorus!

The ships of the Arabs could not pass.

At night, take advantage of the moonlight.

Li Jiuyi waved his hand, and groups of Gurkha soldiers behind him climbed out of the trenches.

With a Gurkha scimitar in his mouth, the Gurkha soldier slowly climbed up the opposing position.

Li Jiu sometimes doesn't understand what kind of mentality these people have.

To this day, they are not accustomed to the use of firearms. I decided that this thing did not fully demonstrate the courage of the Gurkhas!

Even at the cost of blood, they have changed a lot. Some people began to practice marksmanship hard, but in their bones, they still liked to use the Gurkha scimitar to fight the enemy hand-to-hand.

From time to time, a mortar fires a shot!

It's all bunkers that have been found during the day!

Actually, now mortar shells don't do much.

Artillery is a lethal thing to an intact building.

But in the face of ruins and broken bricks and tiles, the effect is very limited. You can't blow up broken bricks into powder!

The sound of shells crashing on the ruins is muffled!

Li Jiu listened carefully in the trench, and he knew that he would soon be able to hear the sound of tearing and killing.

It seemed that a hundred years had passed, and Li Jiu had not heard the shouts of killing and screaming.

I looked at my watch, and it was only ten minutes before and after.

The absence of a sound is also a good thing, which proves that his men have not been discovered by the Arabs.

Otherwise, even if there is no cannonball, there will definitely be gunfire.

Why is there no sound yet?

Pick up the binoculars and look into the distance, the visibility is very poor, and the distance is hazy.

Suddenly, there was an explosion on the Arab position in the distance.

Li Jiu immediately picked up his Aka rifle, the Gurkha commando, although he didn't bring a gun.

But everyone brought two grenades!

As soon as he crossed the trench, he heard the explosion of a grenade.

These dog-day Gurkha finally know how to fight.

Then the grenade exploded with the power of the gun, and one by one the Gurkhas jumped up like leopards.

Ignoring the scorching heat and choking smoke, they jumped into the Arab bunker like madmen with a Gurkha scimitar in their hands.

The Gurkha scimitar in his hand beckoned to the other party desperately.

The target is all necks!

Of course, there are also chopping hands, chopping screams!

In an instant, there was screaming in the Arabs' trenches.

Blood flew, heads and hands and feet fluttered.

Li Jiu rushed to the front of the enemy trench and was the first to jump in.

A Gurkha soldier said something to him, but he did not understand. Just waved his hand and led his men along the cover to the front.

Seeing that there was a right-angle bend in front of him, Li Jiu threw the grenade in his hand without hesitation.

With an explosion, Li Jiu and the others could not disperse the smoke. The Aka rifle in his hand was raised flat, and he swept inside.

Two Arab guerrillas who had been blown up by a grenade, and while they were still dazed, they were shot into the chest by a string of bullets.

There were shouts of killing, shelling, and gunfire.

The screams of people are only one note of this symphony.

After all, the screams were short-lived. Sometimes you don't listen carefully, and you don't even hear it.

Li Jiu relied on the continuous fire of the Aka rifle and touched eight pillboxes in a row. Until this trench, which has blocked itself for more than half a month, is completely occupied.

"Platoon commander, take it down. It's easy! "When the sky was bright, Li Jiu was still leading people to strengthen the bunker.

The position was taken, and the next thing was to wait for the enemy to counterattack.

As was previously customary, if a position was lost.

If you don't tug at it for more than ten days, the thousands of 800 people who died are not counted at all.

This tug-of-war is played out in Damascus almost every day. Everyone is accustomed to it, and there is no need for Li Jiu to tell them.

Those non-commissioned officers took their men and played with their lives to strengthen the bunker.

"Platoon commander, killed more than thirty people. More than 40 people were injured!

I think something is wrong, I played so hard the first two days. Why did you kill and wound so many people today?

When I fought them the other day, they had at least one battalion here, and they had mortars. ”

"How many casualties do we have?"

Although the Ming army did not care much about the life and death of the Gurkhas, Li Jiu was a special case.

He felt that as long as it was his own soldier, he could count one less death.

In any case, staying up until you can go home on a big ship is a victory.

"Thirteen were dead, and more than thirty were wounded. Two of them were seriously injured, and the rest were minor.

Bandage and bandage to continue drying, out of the way! ”

"So few casualties?" The Ming army was the attacker, although it was a little unexpected, but after all, it was not captured, how could there be so few casualties?

"The Gurkha were so fierce that the people in the machine-gun bunkers were all hacked to death.

You came up in time with people, and of course the casualties were small. ”

"That's not right! Something is wrong!

Think about it, we fought here the other day. There is at least one battalion of troops here! 1

But look at these little fish and shrimp.

It doesn't add up enough to even one company, where are the rest? Li Jiu keenly discovered the clues.

That is, the number of enemy troops annihilated is wrong.

"It's unlikely, although the night is a little darker, and we can't see if anyone has escaped.

However, we have captured more than forty prisoners.

These people were stunned when they heard the gunshots. Then you'll scream and run in the direction of home!

When they return home, they are afraid of light, water, and everything, which is very similar to the symptoms of a rabid patient. ”

"Don't put gold on the faces of your subordinates, when they meet our Liao army, they are already dead.

Tell me, what did you interrogate? Li Jiu raised his hand and slapped the rammer.

"It's still the platoon commander, and he immediately knows that I have been interrogated.

The Arabs said that their large forces had been transferred three days earlier.

Said to go to Mosul in the north, I don't know what to do? ”

"Mosul?"

Li Jiu keenly felt that the Arabs were gathering.

For the sake of this build-up, they were even willing to abandon the siege of Damascus, which had paid a huge price.

"You, go to the regiment headquarters and report. Let's just say that the enemy army has gone to Mosul to assemble. Don't know what they're going to do next! ”

"No!" The correspondent said yes and ran away.

"Fortify the trenches, collect ammunition." Regardless of whether there is a counterattack on the other side, Li Jiu must be prepared for the opponent's counterattack.

Mosul!

Moshe Dayan was looking at the map, scribbling on it with a red and blue pencil.

"This time, we have gathered 200,000 troops. And a lot of equipment and ammo!

The oil fields of Basra must be taken in one fell swoop, and only by taking the oil fields of Basra can the Ming be able to succumb.

Even if you can't take the oil field, you have to take advantage of the chaos of the Ming people to attack their oil wells. ”

News on the battlefield actually spreads very quickly.

Moshe Dayan, who cared about the war between Poland and Russia, naturally did not let go of the details of the battlefield.

Through Odessa's investigation report, Moses Dayan learned that the Ming now had an iron chariot.

These carts are resistant to all bullets, even 12.7 mm rifle rounds.

At a certain distance, the 25-mm anti-aircraft gun is just a thing to tickle him.

Moses Dayan, of course, knew that these iron chariots would certainly not be pushed by men.

This can be sure that the Ming Dynasty is strong in military technology!

He thought that it would be naïve to rumor that the Ming people used this method to deceive themselves.

Since it wasn't pushed by a human, there would definitely be a power plant.

Needless to say, that kind of power device is the diesel engine developed by Daming.

What surprised Moses Dayan even more was the iron bird flying in the sky.

The flight is more than twice as fast as that of an airship, and the anti-aircraft gun is not much different from the decoration in front of this thing.

And as long as the anti-aircraft guns fired, they would suffer from the crazy attacks of those iron birds.

The mighty Polish army was destroyed by these two weapons.

Moshe Dayan knew that the Hebrew army would have to face the same problem if it wanted to defeat the Ming army.

Iron Cars and Iron Birds!

So Moshe Dayan was ready to start from the ground up and directly cut off the largest oil field in the Ming Dynasty, the Basra oil field.

As long as the oil supply of the Ming army is cut off, then their iron cars and iron birds are a pile of scrap iron.

So, he ordered the Arab guerrillas to gather their forces and move closer to Mosul.

In the end, 250,000 troops were assembled in Mosul and rushed straight to Basra.