The sharp dagger slashed through his neck, and Joseph could even hear the "hiss" and "hiss" of blood spurting out of his veins.

His heart was very happy, he didn't expect the task to be so smooth.

In the past, there were always people who boasted about how powerful the Ming army was.

But I didn't expect that it would be such a weak chicken.

The commander's caution was not excessive.

It seems that the Ming army is no better than those Russians.

As soon as a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he saw a dark shadow pounce on him.

Then he heard the beast roar.

There was a sharp pain on his face, and a piece of flesh on his cheeks was torn off.

Not knowing what kind of beast it was, Joseph stuck the neck of the owner with one hand, and the dagger in his hand kept stabbing the guy indiscriminately.

I don't know how many stabs it stabbed, but the beast finally didn't move.

"Smack!"

It was the sound of gunfire, and Joseph was startled.

He didn't understand how he was exposed.

This foxhole is one and a half meters wide and about three meters long. I watched for a while, and I was sure that there was only one person in it.

Lifting the beast that pressed on his body, it turned out to be a dog.

Damn, the Ming people actually brought dogs to the battlefield.

The two armies had already connected the fire here, and the muzzle fire could be clearly seen from Joseph's position.

On each side was a rifle that shot out of the weed-covered bunker.

The guns of the Ming people are still good, they are all fired in bursts, and they can't raise their heads when they hit them.

Joseph sobbed in pain, but he gritted his teeth and crawled out of the foxhole. Slowly climb from the flanks to the bunker on the left!

He drew a grenade and threw it in, rolling to the side.

"Boom!"

Smoke rose from the bunker.

"Boom!"

The dark castle on the other side was also touched

Although he touched two hidden forts and killed several Ming troops.

But with such a loud noise, the Ming army on the top of the mountain had already been alarmed.

The Ming army's reaction was quite quick, almost only five or six minutes later. The mortar shells smashed down on the head and in the face!

Joseph lay on his stomach in the foxhole, feeling like a small sampan swaying in the wind and waves.

The shrapnel on the head, "whoosh" and "whoosh" flew by.

He begged all the gods he could think of that no shells would fall in the foxholes.

As long as one of them falls into the pit, it will die.

Perhaps Joseph was more religious, and not a single shell really landed in the foxhole.

Soon, flares were also lifted into the air.

Sneak attack, helplessly turned into a strong attack.

Li Yuan had already fallen asleep, and the shelling of the regiment commander Liu Wenxiu during the day made him feel that he could sleep peacefully tonight.

Unexpectedly, he was awakened by the sound of gunshots when he was sleeping soundly.

It's relaxing, but it's still the front line. When Li Yuan slept, he didn't take off his clothes.

He got up and picked up the Arca rifle at the head of the bed.

Halfway up the mountain, two dull explosions suddenly sounded.

It was the bunker that was blown up by enemy troops!

Li Yuan was shocked, he didn't expect that the enemy army had actually climbed to the front line.

At this time, the mortar behind him had already sounded.

The shooting Zhu Yuan has already been calibrated, and the coordinates are the bombed bunker.

"Flares!" Li Yuan roared, and someone behind him shot a flare into the sky.

As the flares fell, the slopes were illuminated in snow.

It can be seen that from the woods to the foot of the mountain, there are many people scattered on their stomachs.

Now these people are getting up and charging up the mountain.

"The flares are fired every two minutes, and they are not allowed to stop.

Machine gun, hit me. ”

In fact, before he could give his orders, the machine guns were already firing.

Although it was the first time to go to the battlefield, the machine gunners were all veterans. In addition, the Ming army is equipped with Aka rifles, and the continuity of firepower is quite good.

The position halfway up the mountain is only sixty or seventy meters away from the main position on the top of the mountain.

At this distance, a grenade with more strength can be thrown.

Many Ming troops were awakened by the sound of artillery. The man was still in a state of confusion, so he grabbed the gun.

Anyway, it's just to hit it down, and if you can't hit it, it's also enjoyable.

Liu Wenxiu, who was asleep in the back, was also shocked, got up and called Li Yuan's command post directly.

"Climb fifty meters to the front and you find out what to eat. Whoever comes, drive them down for me.

Push it down! can't stand it, Lao Tzu killed you. ”

Liu Wenxiu held the phone and yelled into the microphone.

"No!"

Putting down the phone, Liu Wenxiu was a little relieved.

Immediately there was another call from the artillery, the front line was already mixed together, and now only the second echelon could be called.

Then, Liu Wenxiu reported to the division.

Fifty meters, indeed, is the distance that a grenade can throw.

Again, it is a distance that a charge can reach.

The commandos selected by Frion are all good at one in a hundred.

These people bent their waists and scurried up to the top of the mountain. One moment this one lies down, and the other one jumps up.

The machine guns chased after them, but the guys were faster than the rabbits.

If one is not taken care of, someone will throw a grenade.

The grenade was thrown very accurately, and it was thrown at the machine gun, like a small mortar.

Although people were constantly hit, the machine gunners on the side of the Ming army also suffered casualties one after another.

Finally, the assault team rushed to the Ming position.

The soldiers held their rifles with bayonets, and the bayonets glistened in the light of the flares.

Joseph was the first to break into the Ming position, and a Ming soldier in the trench was obviously still a child.

The immature face of the Oriental made him very excited.

Holding the bayonet, he stabbed down with a loud roar.

This time, he is condescending like a tiger.

The Ming soldiers used the Aka rifles in their hands to block, and they were easily picked off by the tall Joseph.

Joseph looked at the Ming soldier with a smirk, and the bayonet in his hand poked out fiercely.

"Bang bang ......!" The continuous gunfire directly blinded Joseph.

The Ming soldier continued to pull the trigger in a panic.

The hammer keeps hitting the roulette wheel, making a "click" and "click" sound.

Joseph was punched six holes in his chest and stomach. The body instantly lost its strength, and his legs fell to the ground with weakness.

"Fuck, a soldier has a pistol." These were Joseph's last words before he died.

On this bloody night, many French soldiers left such last words.

What is the best melee weapon, some say bayonet, others say sapper shovel.

Some people even say that they need to practice kung fu for a few years.

Li Xiao said that the best melee weapon within five meters is a pistol.

If at a distance of five meters, you can't kill the enemy with six bullets, then you should die.

Nine-millimeter blunt-tipped bullet with a powerful stopping effect.

Don't say it's a person, even if it's a cow, it's going to be finished if you hit the vital point.

The distance between Joseph and this soldier was only one meter.

The powerful nine-millimeter bullet carries a huge kinetic energy because of the blunt head. The projectile kept rolling inside the body, stirring and shattering muscles and bones, as well as blood vessels and nerves.

Finally, a large cloud of flesh and blood erupted from his back.

A real hole in the front chest and a bowl in the back.

Six bullets, when they come out of the back, turn into six holes the size of bowls.

If a person is beaten like this, if he is still alive, it is estimated that there is only a Terminator or a Transformer.

Seeing Joseph fall to the ground, the Ming soldier remembered, quickly opened the revolver, and loaded the bullet with trembling hands.

There was no imaginary white-knuckle battle, these were the recruits who were drafted in the summer. I haven't even walked in unison, and I'm completely unfamiliar with the battlefield.

Counting on them to fight the enemy with a hand-to-head battle, in the face of Napoleon's veterans of a hundred battles, there is no need to fight at all.

However, Li Xiao's foresight saved them.

Each Ming soldier, in addition to an Acre rifle, was also armed with a revolver.

Revolvers, giving them an advantage in white-knuckle combat.

The tall French soldier had the upper hand in hand-to-hand combat, but he was no match for a pistol.

The battle ended quickly after a burst of pistol gunfire rang out from the position.

"Got it! Above. Fryan thought he had succeeded, and frantically urged his men to charge up the hill.

But before he could run halfway up the mountain, he was hit by a machine-gun bullet that cut his head and covered his face.

Frion was dumbfounded, he didn't expect that the commando team he had carefully selected would be easily killed by the Ming army.

An earth-shattering explosion was heard behind him, and the Ming artillery fire shattered the ground behind Frion to pieces.

Dirt and stones were lifted up and then rained down.

Many of the soldiers who were still trying to advance behind were engulfed in artillery fire in an instant.

The Ming army here fired artillery, and Frion also sent his men to shoot signal flares.

As the three red flares rose into the air, the French on the other side of the river began to roar.

The small hill, which slowly thinned out by the sound of gunfire, immediately turned into a sea of fire.

At first, the explosions were still one after another, and I could hear them.

But when the rocket launches it, it won't be able to hear the numbers.

Holding his head in his hands, Frion crouched on the ground cursed loudly in his heart the bastard artilleryman.

The distance between the two sides was less than two hundred meters, and the shells could easily injure their own people by mistake.

Thinking that he might be blown to pieces by a cannonball fired by his own people at any moment, Frion scolded his mother loudly.

Inside the tunnel, Li Yuan felt as if the giant was hammering the mountain with a heavy hammer.

Every time, dust falls.

If it weren't for the wooden support of the tunnel, it is estimated that it would have collapsed long ago.

The shelling made Li Yuan feel suffocated in his chest, and every explosion seemed to pound on his chest.

Li Yuan felt a chill in his spine and a numb scalp!

He had been on the battlefield and had seen live ammunition fired.

This kind of shelling, there are definitely more than one hundred and fifty mm heavy artillery in it.

Most likely rockets!

On the surface position, he set up a platoon.

This platoon, except for the platoon commander and machine gunner, who are demobilized veterans and re-enlisted. The rest are all recruits who haven't even walked in unison.

Will the fortifications be able to withstand such shelling? Under this shelling, how many people will survive?

No one could tell him, shells of more than one hundred and fifty millimeters. If you fall down, you can smash a large crater several meters deep!

People within 20 meters of the bullet point can be shocked to death by a shock wave without shrapnel.

Li Yuan had seen people who were shocked to death, it was really bleeding, and some people's eyeballs were bulging out of their sockets.

But no matter how much he worries, it will be useless, and he can't help the enemy from firing artillery.

I only hope that my own artillery will kill the enemy artillery.

The shelling lasted for thirty minutes, and when the shelling stopped, no one could hear from their ears.

As soon as Li Yuan waved his hand, the second platoon leader's mouth opened for a moment, and rushed to the position with his men.

Now it's a race against time, and if the enemy gets to the ground first, it's up to them to fight back and grab the position.

The position at the top of the hill had changed, and everywhere the earth was charred and blackened.

There was a pungent smell of gunpowder smoke in the air, and under the smoke, it was impossible to see people within five meters.

The ground under your feet is very soft, and your feet are like stepping on cotton. When you step down, the floating soil can cover your feet and necks.

Everyone shouted loudly, trying to find the living people.

No one answered, not even a single wounded, not even a single corpse.

It was pitch black everywhere, and when you saw the sleepers burning with flames, you knew that this was the original fortification.

As for the people in the fortifications, it was as if they had dissipated into the smoke of gunpowder.

The second platoon commander knew that low visibility at this time was the most dangerous.

But no one could hear his shouts, and the ears of the warriors were still "buzzing" and "buzzing".

He could only pull them one by one and let them dig into the bunkers. The machine gunner was a veteran and quickly found a good machine-gun position.

Another flare went up, and another group of people appeared at the foot of the mountain.

Look at what it looks like there are at least forty or fifty people!

They ran frantically to the top of the mountain, and they had no choice but to make tactical moves in order to grab the mountain.

However, in their opinion, under such artillery fire, there should not be a living person on the top of the mountain.

Only a quick climb to the top of the mountain!

"Da da da ......!" There was a burst of machine gun sounds, and five or six soldiers in front of them fell.

"Lie down! Damn, can't those Ming people be blown up? The officer leading the group cursed and ordered his men to lie on the ground.

Those who climb up with machine gun fire are living enough.

Several veterans unloaded their bayonets and hung grenades from their muzzles.

It was dark and there was smoke, but the flames from the muzzles of the machine guns were very eye-catching.

The grenades are loaded one at a time, and then each of them is aimed at the target.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ……！ After a series of explosions, the machine gun went silent.

The elated French soldiers, frantically rushed forward for more than ten meters, and then had to lie on the ground again.

Try to keep your head in the dirt so that the bullets don't hit.

Because on the top of the mountain, the Arca rifle began to "crackle" again.

Although these people's marksmanship is not very good, the firepower is still very fierce.

The horizon has already revealed the whiteness of the fish's belly, and then the hazy skylight. In the telescope, Frion saw his soldiers shooting at the Ming soldiers on unfavorable terrain.

From time to time, like monkeys, they throw grenades at each other.