Kharkiv!

The Ming army held out here for seven days, and Kharkov was in ruins.

As with all cities that have passed through the war, the streets are littered with broken bricks. You can also see the corpses lying on the side of the street.

Most of these corpses were dressed in red and blue French military uniforms, and due to the street fighting, their corpses were relatively well preserved.

After all, heavy weapons are of little use in street fighting.

At most, that is, the direct-aim cannon is bombarded at the building.

Occasionally, some Ming army corpses can be found in the ruins of dilapidated houses, or under broken bricks and tiles.

Their bodies were easily recognizable, all dressed in olive-green military uniforms. Compared with the dazzling military uniforms of the French army, it looks a lot rustic.

Reload a full magazine and pull the bolt.

The street he was going to defend was 500 meters long, and yesterday he had a company, but now he had only thirty-eight men left.

The wound on his shoulder hurt from one after another, and Li Yuan, who never smoked, had to light a cigarette.

"Company commander, when will the reinforcements come?" An old soldier ran over.

This guy is a Mongolian, but his Chinese dialect is smoother than Li Yuan's, and his Liaodong accent sounds more authentic than Li Yuan.

"Who the fuck knows, our job is to stay on guard until dark. There are still three hours, and we will leave as soon as it gets dark. ”

Li Yuan took a puff of cigarette!

In the distance, several subordinates were planting explosives under the leadership of platoon commander Bayan.

There were a lot of explosives, and Li Yuan asked people to stuff them into the ruins.

Put as much as you can!

It explodes like this, and nothing else. Those broken bricks and tiles are the best killing weapons!

On the street ahead, no less than a hundred corpses of French soldiers lay down.

The street was narrow, and the French cannons couldn't push it in. You can only use infantry, a little bit of gnawing.

From the morning gnawing to the present, there have been no less than 500 casualties.

Li Yuan's subordinates have also changed from a fully formed company to a company of 38 people.

"Company commander, give me a cigarette."

Bayan ran back and sat down beside Li Yuan.

Li Yuan likes these Mongolians very much, they have a straightforward and heroic personality, and they don't hide any careful thoughts.

The most rare thing is that they didn't treat Li Yuan as an outsider.

As a person who was only transferred to the company as a company commander before the war, he went to the battlefield without knowing everything, which is a taboo for soldiers.

But there is no way, there is a shortage of officers everywhere.

It seems that Li Yuan, who was still slightly injured, was also sent to the Mongols as a company commander.

Even, some have been promoted to battalion commanders, regiment commanders in the line of fire!

The old leader Liu Wenxiu is now the head of the provisional division.

The cigarette case was thrown out directly, and a large group of Mongolian men and monkeys grabbed apples and tore the cigarette case apart.

Seeing that he didn't smoke enough, Li Yuan took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket again.

He doesn't usually smoke cigarettes, and he doesn't smoke cigarettes sent by the quartermaster. Now I have three boxes of cigarettes in my pocket!

After a battle, more than half of a company was lost. I don't know how many of the rest don't survive the three hours before sunset.

People are willing to give up their lives, what is there to be reluctant to do with a box of cigarettes.

For a moment, Li Yuan even thought of talking to the Frenchman on the other side.

Anyway, Lao Tzu got the order that you can withdraw after dark, so it is better for everyone to be okay, and wait until it gets dark for you to take over the position generously.

It's good that you don't have to fight to death like this!

Why bother, everyone is fighting desperately.

Could it be that it is just to occupy the position two or three hours earlier?

For these two or three hours, I paid 100 lives, and I don't know if I really lack my heart.

"Company commander, why are you a soldier?" Bayan took off his shoes and poured out the muck inside, and the smell of salted fish immediately permeated.

"Me?

Why are you a soldier?

I don't know, I just want to be a soldier. My classmates all want to be soldiers, or we men in Liaodong want to be soldiers.

became a soldier, and said that daughters-in-law are better than others. ”

Li Yuan scratched his head, he had never thought about this question.

Boys in Liaodong have been playing the game of war since they were young.

The children who went to school together, the teacher asked them what they were going to do when they grew up. Almost all boys will say, go to war, be a Liao army.

I defeated many opponents and went to military school, which was a farewell for the whole school.

The students were very envious, and the teachers were very proud. Daddy's nose almost blew out snot bubbles.

Why be a soldier, glorious!

Glory to the whole family!

The government issued a glorious plaque to every family member who joined the army. Placed on the lintel, the sun shines brightly.

This is the real glorious lintel!

"Why did you become a soldier?" Seeing that Bayan was confused, Li Yuan asked curiously.

He also couldn't understand that these Mongols had bolt-action rifles in their hands. The equipment is obviously worse than that of the Liao army, but if you start a war, you don't want to die, you dare to play with your life!

The will to fight is even stronger than the subordinates he originally led.

At the beginning of the Don River, it was full of artillery fire and there was nowhere to escape.

If they could escape, someone would have been a deserter a long time ago.

In fact, Li Yuan himself was not sure whether the few people who died in the artillery fire wanted to escape.

"Me?" Bayan puffed out a puff of smoke.

"I slept with Nayan's daughter-in-law and was caught by Nayan. He tried to kill me, and I killed him.

The big man wanted me to be executed, and later said that I could avoid death by joining the army, so I signed up for the army. ”

"What?" Li Yuan's jaw almost fell to the ground.

As a soldier in Liaodong, the first thing is to be innocent.

Since the grandparents, they have never violated the "Da Ming Law".

Unexpectedly, there were soldiers among the Mongols to avoid trouble.

"Him!

Originally, the son of the chief man was coming, but the first man gave him five oxen, and he came to serve as a soldier.

And he, with fifty more sheep in the house.

He, the creditor forgave his debts.

He, he came of his own free will. ”

"Why did you come voluntarily?"

"I like to shoot guns, and I heard that soldiers are given guns, and bullets still require money, so I came."

It was a young man named Hugjiril, who looked to be at most eighteen years old.

Maybe it's talent, this guy shoots very accurately. A bolt-action rifle was shot like a sniper rifle by him!

In the morning, Li Yuan saw with his own eyes that this little guy killed a French soldier more than 200 meters away with one shot.

Of course, this is also related to the red and blue military uniforms on the French soldiers, which are too fucking conspicuous.

Li Yuan didn't expect that his subordinates were such a group of people. Their origins seem to be far from their daytime performance.

Such a group of people should be a rabble.

But during the day today, they experienced a terrible battle. There were even two white-knuckle fights!

The Mongols only had bayonets in their hands and would not have been armed with pistols like the Ming army.

It was really a white knife in and a red knife out, Li Yuan didn't dare to imagine whether the group of people under his command on the edge of the Don River could hold on to such a battle.

"That's what you're doing as soldiers?" Li Yuan blinked his eyes and looked at a group of Mongolian men with faces like little ghosts.

"The big man of Gezhitu said that this time he came to Russia to fight. When they died, each family was given 100 Ming silver coins, 10 cows, and 100 sheep.

Crippled!

Each family was given fifty silver coins, ten head of oxen, and one hundred sheep.

Only ten oxen and a hundred sheep returned alive.

In addition, those who have made meritorious service in the team will be rewarded for their meritorious deeds.

The lowest-level third-class merit can also have a hundred silver dollars.

These guys are kind of copied.

When they died, their families became rich all at once. To be honest, I kind of envy them. ”

"Uh......!" Li Yuan's eyes widened.

The reason for the bravery was found, poor!

For the sake of the happiness and prosperity of their families, these fellows who have committed crimes are generally willing to give up their lives.

Even if they are alive, they are all pursuing the ultimate goal of making military achievements.

As long as there are military exploits, there is money, pastures, livestock, women.

In other words, having military merits is equivalent to having everything.

It is no wonder that in a short period of time, Ge Ritu has put together two regiments with good combat effectiveness.

Where the fuck are these two regiments, these are more than 9,000 deathsquads.

"The head of Geri Tutou also said that he would go back alive and reward me with two daughters-in-law." Hugejirile hurriedly said.

"Uh......! Ambitious. Li Yuan sniffled.

"Don't lie on the roof for a while, the French have pulled the cannon over. That tower isn't safe anymore!

You'd better lie on the edge of that ruin! ”

In order to keep Hugejiril's two daughters-in-law from being widowed, Li Yuan carefully helped him choose a sniper position.

The rest time on the battlefield was short, and after receiving the mission, everyone ran to their bunkers and waited for the next big battle.

Before dark, the French would certainly attack again. These French, in fact, are quite axial.

The attack was launched by a direct-aim cannon, and a single shell hit the top of the tower where Hugjiri was fond of staying.

With a loud roar, the tower snapped in two.

The upper tower fell to the ground, raising a large cloud of dust.

Broken bricks flew everywhere, and the two Mongol soldiers couldn't dodge, so they were buried alive by the bricks.

Hugejirile turned his head and glanced at Li Yuan, who was five or six meters away from him!

If it weren't for Li Yuan, maybe the family would have been able to change and cattle and sheep.

The French attacked again, wearing red and blue uniforms and white trousers.

Far away, you can see it from 500 meters away.

Li Yuan no longer has a heavy firearm in his hand, and gun grenades and grenades are already considered "heavy weapons".

In everyone's hands, the bullets are not rich.

Li Yuan lay on the edge of a ruin, covering himself with the help of a ruined wall.

The muzzle of the gun peeks out of a hole in the remnant wall!

The bullet is not rich, and you have to put people in it to fight. There is money to take when they die, but these people are obviously not suicidal.

Even if you die, you have to pull a few pads.

The French carried a rifle with a bayonet, which reflected the cold light in the slanting sun.

Li Yuan crooked his mouth, and said that the French were very powerful, and after two battles, it was like that.

Long-distance charge, there must be a process of counter-shooting.

At this time, the bayonet will make the bullet inaccurate.

In the Ming army, experienced veterans did not like to use bayonets.

Of course, the Liao army did not use bayonets very much.

Because each of them, armed with a revolver.

In melee combat, white-knuckle combat, the best equipment is actually not a bayonet, but a high-powered nine-millimeter pistol.

Two bullets can make a man nine feet tall stand out.

The Mongol soldiers, apparently, were not very fond of bayonets either. They liked it even more, and used their rifles as burning sticks.

Perhaps, it has something to do with the fact that their ancestors liked to use maces.

The French soldiers were very close, about a hundred meters or so.

With the help of the ruins, they kept dodging and alternately advancing. At this point, it is somewhat similar to the Liao army.

A French soldier ran nervously with a gun in his hand. He was about to fall to the rubble to cover himself, when a scorching bullet pierced his skull.

The bullet carried a huge kinetic energy and went straight through his head.

The sturdy skull flew at that time, and the gray brains and red blood spurted far away.

Hugejiril rolled over and returned to the rubble. The bolt-action rifle in his hand pulled the bolt and withdrew a smoking cartridge case.

Reload the bomb and hide on the other side of the ruins and aim on the ground.

This is a good seedling for a sniper!

Li Yuan decided to let this kid follow him in the future. I like to shoot guns, which is not a bad thing in the army.

Li Yuan aimed at a French soldier, held his breath and pulled the trigger.

"Da da da ......!" The sound of the gunfire was noticeably different from others.

He was the only one with an Aka rifle!

Three bursts, all of them hit the Frenchman in the chest.

The Liao army's shooting training never trained people to hit the enemy's head. Putting a wide chest and abdomen and not fighting, but pursuing headshots, this is not something that a soldier should do.

In fact, as long as a bullet hits the chest, the person is basically useless.

The powerful kinetic energy of the bullet can instantly shatter the ribs and sternum of the enemy. When the bullet rolled back and forth in the organs, and finally escaped the back, the wound was already terrible.

Those who can survive this kind of injury can only be said to have a great fate.

Not necessarily one out of ten will survive.

Especially the Aka rifle, this three-shot burst. After hitting the target, there is basically no chance of survival.

Hearing Li Yuan's gunshots, the Mongolian men who had been holding back for a long time began to shoot one after another.

These people are generally very good marksmanship, which may have something to do with the fact that they have been shooting arrows since childhood.

Several French soldiers who jumped out and were advancing alternately were shot one after another, falling to the ground and screaming loudly.

"Boom!"

Li Yuan felt that the broken bricks and tiles in front of him flew up in an instant, and his body hurriedly clinged to the remnant wall.

He wanted to rub himself into the ruined wall!

Broken bricks and stones fell like raindrops, and a large brick, attached to Li Yuan's steel helmet, smashed to the ground and shattered into several pieces.

It was the mortars of the French army that began to exert their power, and the artillery behind them saw the position of the Ming army from the telescope and began to use artillery shells to carry out targeted killings.

In order to blow up a Ming army, they did not hesitate to fire a salvo from several mortars.

Li Yuan's body was clinging to the remnant wall, and he couldn't hear anything "buzzing" and "buzzing" in his ears.

Damn, deafened again.