"Head retracted!" Li Jiu slapped the big man's head irritably.

The rammer hurriedly retracted his head!

There's no way, these soldiers from China are all recruits.

It's like yesterday, it only took five months from being a soldier to being killed in battle. In between, there were almost two months left at sea.

It is said that a hundred rounds of ammunition were fired during the shooting training on the ship!

Oh my God!

A hundred rounds of ammunition to go to war?

When Lao Tzu was a soldier, the recruit company fired a box of bullets.

Marksmanship is fed by bullets, and if you learn it on the blackboard, can you still shoot accurately?

It's just that these boys are full of fanatical thoughts, and they are boiling on the battlefield. I can't see where the opponent is, so I probe my brain and want to kill the enemy and make meritorious contributions.

There are also some suffocating guys, who actually walk around with guns on their backs.

In Li Jiu's opinion, these guys are inferior to those Sikhs.

At least now the Sikhs know that the body must be hidden in the ruins. When looking outside, be sure to look through the gaps in the ruins.

Instead of poking your head out!

The street fighting inside the ruins had been going on for months, and the Arabs on the opposite side had practiced their marksmanship very well.

There are even smart ones who use dust, dust, mud and water as a disguise.

The gun also knew that it would be wrapped with strips of cloth so that the metal parts would not reflect the light.

Although the effective firing distance of the rifle was only about two hundred meters, this was enough in Damascus, where the ruins were everywhere.

In fact, more shots took place within a hundred meters.

In just three days, Li Jiu's subordinates were killed by these Arab gunmen and eleven people.

These boys don't have a long memory, so they poke their heads out casually.

The streets are quiet, and if there were no guns and explosions, the whole of Damascus would be a dead city.

But the occasional sound of gunfire and explosions is more dangerous than on the battlefield.

Because, with every sound, almost one or several lives disappear.

Damascus during the day is not bad, although it is necessary to hide in the shadows.

But as long as you don't go out, or don't show your head. There is no danger to life!

After all, appearing on the streets in broad daylight is tantamount to suicide.

The night slowly opened, and the darkness gradually engulfed the world. At this time, Damascus became a hunting paradise.

Under the shroud of darkness, everyone is prey, and everyone is a hunter.

While there was still the last ray of light, Li Jiu finally saw a lump of mud moving in the periscope.

"Five meters from the edge of the ruins of No. 2, behind that stone." Li Jiu said in a deep voice.

The mortar gunners immediately began to reload, and the area did not know how many shells had been eaten. As long as the enemy coordinates are reported, the mortar shells will be able to land exactly in that place.

Moreover, the mortar platoon of the Ming Dynasty is all five guns, and each time the guns are fired in a salvo of five.

In order to destroy the enemy, Da Ming did not care about firing a few more shells.

Soon the periscope saw a fiery explosion in the sky, and at the moment of the explosion, you could even see the blood rushing out.

An arm hanging from the edge of the ruins proves that this guy has been killed.

If you kill one more gunman during the day, you may die one less Ming soldier at night.

The last rays of light were finally swallowed up by darkness, and Damascus became a hunting ground for human life.

The flare went up at the first time, and a few guys who had been hiding for a day and wanted to move while the darkness were immediately illuminated.

Before he could get up and run, the mortar shells smashed over.

In the firelight, it can be seen that the whole person was lifted by the explosion of air more than two meters high.

Countless shrapnel struck him, and blood sprayed everywhere.

Then came the second, third, fourth, fifth!

One by one, the shells fell, and the people were lifted off again like fallen leaves in the wind.

And then he was constantly in and out of his body by countless shrapnel!

The flesh and blood left the body piece by piece as the shrapnel cut through it.

In the end, a shell exploded directly on the corpse. This is the end of the gunman's painful journey!

In just a second, a large living person was transformed into a disconnected corpse.

It's just the daily routine in Damascus, even the rats know it. Eat carcasses openly during the day, and don't come out at night.

A move in the dark is enough to kill.

"Spread out and don't sleep, shoot anything that moves." Li Jiu shouted loudly.

Then, burrow yourself into the foxhole under the big rock and put on a steel helmet.

Look out with wide eyes!

The flares behind him would fire every five minutes, and when one went out, the other would rise into the sky.

The interval in the middle is only ten or twenty seconds, and there are very confident guys who want to take advantage of these ten or twenty seconds to move their positions.

It is convenient to get closer to the Ming army, if you can bring a Ming military head back, you don't have to worry about eating and drinking for at least three years.

The weather in Damascus was very hot, and Li Jiu only dared to take the kettle and touch it lightly to his mouth.

This trench, which is one and a half meters wide and two meters long, is where he will stay tonight.

Even if it's and peeing, you have to stay in this trench.

There is no other way, as long as you dare to go out, you will be beaten into a sieve.

And you don't know exactly where the bullets came from.

The first half of the night was fine, and the mortars were booming.

Now it's not the same as before, and you don't have to worry about ammunition anymore.

Beirut is now back in the hands of the Ming Dynasty, and after the arms are unloaded at the port, they are transported by something called a car.

Li Jiu followed the car once, and the car could load five tons of ammunition at a time, running faster than the carriage.

A hundred kilometers away, it's just over three hours.

I heard that after the road was repaired, it would take less than two hours.

Now the mortar shells are open to fire, one base for one night, and it doesn't matter if the barrel is red.

In urban street fighting, mortars are definitely a good weapon.

"Boom!" A different voice was clearly heard.

It was the sound of mines, and it looked like the Arabs were still close.

They've stepped on a mine!

This one is relatively large, and one mine is enough to blow people flying.

This buddy should be lucky, after all, if you step on such a mine, you will be finished.

Most of the mines of the Ming army were small mines, and the explosion power was not great. It's not very lethal!

But as long as you step on it, you will die, either you will lose your whole foot, or you will lose half of your foot.

It hurts so much that I want to die, but I can't die.

Every day in the middle of the night, you can hear a wolf howl, which is made by the person who stepped on this mine.

Generally speaking, people with this kind of injury can still survive when they climb back.

However, if you want to walk on two legs in this life, it is basically impossible.

Li Jiu felt that there should have been a lot more Arab lame people in this land after the war, who had lost their left or right foot.

Soon, Li Jiu heard the sound of a faint explosion.

These are those small mines!

Li Jiu shook his head, pulled the bolt of the gun and began to prepare for battle.

His eyes were fixed on the snow-white earth illuminated by flares, and he pulled the safety with his thumb. Aiming at everything that was wriggling on the ground, the Arca rifle began to shoot.

Three shots greatly improved the hit rate within 100 meters.

At the same time, it also increases the lethality after hitting!

"Da Da Da ......!

Da Da Da ......! ”

The Arca rifle was constantly spewing tongues of fire, and what was wriggling on the ground quickly stopped moving as long as it was hit.

Under the light of the incendiary bombs, the blood that flowed out shone brightly.

Soon there were a lot of shells scattered in the crater.

Li Jiu changed a magazine again and glanced at the brothers on the battlefield.

The recruits were lying in the trenches, "crackling" with their guns, sounding like the New Year.

Recruits are always full of enthusiasm for guns, and 800 rounds of ammunition are enough for Li Jiu to fight for two or three days.

But these recruits can sometimes shoot 800 rounds a day. You have to change the barrel every few days!

Sometimes it is not understood that the opposite side of Mao is not equipped with an Acre rifle.

Now that I know, I can't afford to equip it!

The rifle can only shoot how many rounds a day, and there is no comparison with the Aka rifle.

The logistics of the Ming Dynasty not only had to supply ammunition, but also various firearm parts.

It is estimated that in this world, only Daming can afford it.

In such ruin-like places, large-caliber artillery has lost its relevance.

Small-caliber artillery and rifles are suitable weapons for street fighting.

Fighting with these weapons naturally consumes a lot. Now a lot of the ammunition of the Ming Dynasty comes from the Bombay Arsenal.

And not the traditional Jinzhou Arsenal!

The recruits around him kept shooting, and Li Jiu took the bullet and loaded it into the magazine.

With this style of play, it won't be long before they will mute the fire and then reload the bullets en masse.

I've said it many times, but few of them really remember.

The battlefield was tense and excited, and naturally he couldn't hold the fire.

But it should be a few more days!

After the nervous excitement of just entering the battlefield, it is natural to calm down when encountering an enemy attack.

When the war first began, Li Jiu was a platoon commander.

His platoon is almost gone, and his men have become Sikhs. The platoon commander suddenly became a battalion commander!

Later, the Sikhs were also wiped out, and their men became Ming soldiers again.

However, the battalion commander also became a company commander.

Li Jiu didn't know what his superiors thought, anyway, his position changed back and forth.

It is said that when the battalion commander of the Sikhs is not counted.

When I returned to Daming, I still had to be a platoon commander.

Only if your subordinates are real Ming soldiers, will your position be recognized by the imperial court.

According to this statement, he seems to have been promoted.

Sure enough, after Li Jiu filled four magazines. The recruits in the trenches around him have also run out of bullets!

One by one, they shrank back into the trenches and pressed bullets into the magazines with their lives.

Li Jiu held a gun, and his eyes patrolled the battlefield like owls. As long as there is something moving, he will give a shot.

Suddenly, Li Jiu felt that the soil in front of him was pressing down like a mountain.

Immediately afterwards, the man was overturned in the trench by a huge wave of air!

The stones falling from the sky "crackled" on the steel helmet, and there was only a "buzzing" sound in the ears, and no sound could be heard.

Broken!

Targeted by someone's mortar!

Li Jiu held his head and drilled into the anti-artillery hole in the trench!

The so-called anti-artillery hole is actually a hole in the wall of the trench.

It's only about a meter deep!

You can also avoid mortars, grenades or grenades.

When encountering large-caliber artillery, if you can't be killed by one shot, you will be buried alive.

Mortarmen of the enemy army, mostly Hebrews.

These people generally hide in the blind corners that the Ming people can't see and shoot outwards, and the people at the observation post are very powerful.

Because these people's artillery is always accurate!

Sometimes, mortar shells can even be smashed directly into the trenches.

Li Jiu's trench was in the corner of a ruin, facing the huge rocks that had collapsed from the roof.

He wasn't worried that the mortar shells would fly into his trench, but the mortar that smashed five or six meters away just now still made Li Jiu suffer enough.

I couldn't hear in my ears at all, my chest hurt terribly, and I was a little nauseous.

I retched a few bites, and my chest hurt even more.

There was a buzzing sound in my ears, and I couldn't hear anything at all.

The world was still to him, to be able to see the explosions, to see the orange fire, but not to hear anything.

This feeling was amazing, but Li Jiu also had to accept it.

After months of fighting, his ears have been blown deaf several times.

Each time, it takes three to five days to recover.

It's dizziness and nausea, which is more uncomfortable, especially the day after the battle, and the head hurts to death.

There are even some people who can't stand the pain and want to commit suicide!

Although it is uncomfortable, the battle still has to be fought.

The enemy's mortars were fired for a short time, estimated at five minutes.

There is no way, they still have to rely on mules and horses for logistical supplies. The Arabs don't even have a train!

On the battlefield, Li Jiu interrogated Arab prisoners, many of whom had only ten rounds of ammunition in their hands.

Rifles are mostly picked up from the battlefield, or they don't know where they came from.

Li Jiu had seen a rifle that was almost smoothed out, and he didn't know what year it was.

It is possible to be longer than your own military years!

It's good to have a standard rifle, and Li Jiu even found an arquebus among the captured weapons.

For the Ming soldiers, this is an antique weapon that exists in history books.

Although this thing was still very popular twenty years ago.

But now in the Ming army, many soldiers don't know each other. They were amazed that the older generation of Liao troops had used such weapons!

It's all a bunch of spoiled ones!

Ping Pong played another night, and it was dawn. Li Jiu felt that his body was about to fall apart!

Sitting in the trench, holding a rifle in his hand and motionless.

"Company commander! Captain! A soldier rushed into Li Jiu's trench and shouted desperately.

Li Jiu didn't even bother to move his eyelids, and now even if this little bastard scolded his eight-generation ancestor, he wouldn't be able to hear it.

When the correspondent saw that the company commander did not move, and saw his bleeding ears, he knew that his company commander had been deaf again.

Hurriedly took out a piece of paper in the wallet and handed it to Li Jiu!

Li Jiu glanced at it, and the two words of changing the guard made him get up.