Raised his wrist and looked at his watch, half past one in the morning.

"Company commander, I've figured it out. It's not French on the other side! Hugejirile grabbed a bloody guy and threw it in front of Bayan.

"Not French?" Hugejirile hurriedly asked someone to turn on the lantern, pick up a rag, and casually spit two mouthfuls of spit and wiped the guy's face.

Yellow hair, blue eyes, and dirty skin, but the place where you wipe it clean is still quite white.

"How do you know you're not French?" Bayan looked up at Hugejiril.

"The tongue man doesn't know what he's talking about." Hugejirile hurriedly pulled over a tongue man.

"Isn't that French?" Bayan glanced at the captive, and then at the tongue man.

He still couldn't tell if the thing in front of him was French.

"I really don't understand, I have followed the owner to collect red wine in Bordeaux several times, and I can tell if he is speaking French."

The tongue man patted his chest and swore an oath!

"And what nationality is he?" Not French, Bayan is a little out of character in his heart.

"I don't understand, I'm not French anyway. It doesn't sound like a British either! ”

"Forget it!

If someone from any country has done it, you can go and talk to the camp. We're not looking at the French!

You, have you figured out the firepower? ”

Half an hour before the start of the battle, this was the last fire reconnaissance before the war. At this time, you have to fight anything.

"I figured it out, there were only two Maxims, three light machine guns. Less than the French! ”

"Then it may not be French."

If the tongue man may have heard it wrong, but the equipment is wrong, this is the problem.

The biggest possibility is that in the four hours after 8 o'clock in the evening and before 12 o'clock, the French changed their guards, and as for the ...... of the Chinese people who were changed, I don't know yet.

"What's the matter!"

"What else can you do, if it's not French, it's not neat?"

"him, him!"

"Company commander, whole!"

After many blocking battles, the soldiers held their breath, and tonight the regiment cooperated with the brother troops to fight a war of annihilation, and the big guys were very uplifted.

The correspondent soon returned, and the battalion orders were all over the place, no matter who was on the other side.

At 1:50, Bayan waved his hand and a group of men climbed out of the trench and began to crawl in the night.

Bayan snakes crawl close to the ground, and from time to time they have to lie on the ground to avoid flares rising into the sky.

It was very dark, and the interval between flares was already calculated, one every fifteen minutes.

The vigilance of the sentinels on the opposite side was very poor, and when Bayan and the others touched the front line, they were still hiding in the trenches to roast the fire.

In the Ming army, there will never be such a thing.

Although it is in the trenches, the fire at night is the best cannonball attractor.

In case of attracting the attention of the enemy's eighty-millimeter mortar, then you kid is not far from being killed.

This time there were no heavy mortars, which had been plowed by the battalion just two hours earlier.

Most of the mines were detonated, and many makeshift bunkers were overturned.

Several of the bombed-out fortifications are still burning!

It was too close to the front line for Bayan to dare to climb any further.

The brothers in front had already climbed to the vicinity of the trenches.

Against the backdrop of the flames, Bayan saw a man suddenly leap up next to the sentry, and the dagger pierced through the back of the head and poked out of the mouth.

The person was thrown directly into the fire, and the burning fire man made a "woo" and "woo" sound from his mouth and jumped up from the fire.

As a result, another soldier stabbed a bayonet in the chest and nailed the man directly to the edge of the trench.

"Smack......!" A gunshot broke the silence of the battlefield.

It should be the fraternal troops that were discovered by enemy sentinels!

The battlefield suddenly became as lively as a boiling pot, and Makqin, the light machine guns were shooting everywhere without a head.

Within two minutes, the mortars began to smash indiscriminately.

A bullet flew over Bayan's head, and Bayan quickly tightened his steel helmet.

"!"

Taking advantage of the enemy's confusion, the soldiers rushed into the enemy trench like leopards.

The sound of grenade explosions came and went, and the gunshots rang out like popping beans.

The domineering sound of the Aka rifle mixed with the sound of the enemy's single-shot rifles, mortars, and light and heavy machine guns Maxim.

In contrast, the screams of people seem to be somewhat discordant.

But the screams still rang out one after another, and Bayan saw his soldiers beaten to pieces by Makqin.

There were also mortars, which were blown up and flew three or four meters into the air.

Someone stepped on a mine, and one leg turned directly into a blood mist.

Although he had long been accustomed to the tragic scenes of war, Bayan still could not afford to see his brother's casualties.

As soon as he rolled over, Bayan rolled into the trench. Before the man could stand up, he threw a grenade into the anti-artillery hole not far away.

"Boom!" Shrapnel closed half of his arm, one hand, and half of his head flew out.

Bayan was also surprised that the grenade could explode to this effect.

There was no time to observe the results of the battle, and it was a shuttle to the trenches.

When it came to digging trenches, the French were a little lacking.

The trenches of the Ming Dynasty are all twists and turns. But the French were straight, and the trenches were dug in a straight line, and there was only a turn in thirty or forty meters.

Bayan didn't look at whether there was anyone either, and he set fire to the inside of the trench.

In the darkness, I don't know how many unlucky people who just escaped from the hiding hole were hit.

Anyway, there were several screams.

At this time, the advantage of the Arca rifle was revealed, and it was not a few shuttle bullets that were thrown out.

Bayan threw himself on the ground and rolled into the corner to change the magazine.

The bullets on his head "swished" and "swished" to fly, and from time to time bullets hit the trench wall, and the dust fell on Bayan's head.

Bayan shrank in a bomb hole, holding one shot here and one hand there.

Anyway, as long as you're in the trenches, you can't keep being hugged. If you can't beat it, one is to see Bayan's luck, and the other is to see which unlucky guy has a bad character.

In accordance with the pre-planned plan, each squad and platoon respectively killed the firing points, and then drove the enemy troops like wolves and sheep.

As soon as there was a fight here, the front side was also dry.

The battlefield presents a huge inverted triangle, and the Bayan regiment is sealed.

It is necessary to prevent the enemy troops in front from escaping, and also to prevent the enemy troops from behind from reinforcing them.

Li Yuan held the binoculars and followed the troops to check.

The heavy artillery behind him continued to fall down, and listening to the sound made people's scalps tingle.

This is a heavy gun of more than 150 mm, and it is likely to be the legendary train gun. It seems that for this attack, the Ming army even showed its family background.

The French army, which was still attacking during the day, retreated like a tide.

Unfortunately, their retreat has been cut off by the Ming army.

The bullets on both sides were like firecrackers set off on the night of the thirtieth day, and the French could not get close to their positions at all.

But behind them, another regiment of Ming troops was frantically chasing them.

The French army is like meat in a meat bun, and Li Yuan's battalion is also a piece of meat.

They were also flanked by enemy forces from both sides!

The enemy's reinforcements were very strong, and it was estimated that they were very eager to rescue their encircled troops.

In the sky, there were suddenly a lot of meteors.

These meteors shone brightly in the night sky, flying towards reinforcements who were trying to rescue the besieged French army.

"Rocket artillery! Get down! Get down! ”

Li Yuan shouted loudly, and then squatted on the ground holding his communicator down.

I felt a hot wind blowing violently, and the scorching air blew so hot that people couldn't breathe.

I don't know how many shells fell on the heads of the reinforcements, Li Yuan shook his head and shook off the floating soil on the steel helmet.

At this time, the enemy army had no reinforcements. Where it was plowed by rocket artillery, it simply did not survive without fortifications.

"Get down to the trenches and avoid the artillery! Dodge the guns! ”

The shouts on the battlefield came and went, and they were all veterans. Knowing that at this time, the enemy's fire retaliation is coming.

Sure enough, the big guy didn't even get into the anti-artillery hole for two minutes.

The first shell fell!

The same rocket artillery, and the fucking heavy.

Li Yuan looked worriedly at the anti-artillery hole he drilled, the anti-artillery hole supported by sleepers.

There are sleepers on top too!

As the dust exploded, wisps fell down.

This shows the industrial gap between the two sides, and Daming uses the standard welded cat ear holes. The anti-artillery hole has been dug, and it is enough to insert it into it.

And it is also an arched roof, which is very resistant to pressure.

As long as it is not a direct hit from a gun of more than one hundred and twenty mm, it is not a big problem.

Even in front of the anti-gun hole, there is a door that can nail quilts on both sides.

Not only does it protect against shock waves, but it also protects against loud noises.

During the shelling, many people were not killed, but were shocked to death.

Li Yuan's luck was good, probably because he consumed too many shells during the day, and the enemy's rockets did not hit closely.

Some people are lucky, and some people are definitely not lucky.

Several anti-artillery holes were blown off by shells, and there were not even scum left of the people inside.

After a busy night's work, the battlefield finally stopped at dawn.

Although there were still sporadic gunshots rang out once or twice from time to time, the machine guns finally stopped.

On both sides of the position, there were enemy corpses.

The reinforcements of the enemy army were blown to pieces, and many of them had their clothes torn off, and it was not known which country's troops they were.

But the enemy army behind him could see it clearly.

Red clothes and white pants, and red bars on the pants.

Most of them were shot to death, and many of the captives were taken away in strings.

For the Ming army, prisoners were money.

The Ministry of Internal Affairs, which bought the captives, waited at the railway station on the east bank of the Volga, and handed over the money with one hand and the other with the other.

If you don't want to ask for money here, you can directly hand over the money to your family in Daming.

The prices are all clear prices, and Tong Su is not bullied.

Most of these French people are stout and are in high demand in the labor market.

Anyway, it's much easier to use than those black monkeys in Southeast Asia.

Li Yuan was still in the old habit of inspecting them one by one along the trenches. If it is not reinforced, it should be reinforced, and if the anti-artillery hole is not up to standard, it will be repaired again.

The sappers had to lay mines 60 meters in front of them, and from 60 to 100 meters in front of the position.

Inside the trenches, there were also mines buried near the fortifications. When retreating, just hang the strings.

When he inspected Bayanlianli, Li Yuan received a battle report from the communicator.

"Get a box for the battalion commander." Bayan was sitting on the ground eating canned beef and nibbling on flatbread.

This thing is hungry, it's just a bit of wastewater.

According to the regulations of the Ming Dynasty, it is not allowed to drink water on the battlefield. The kettle must be delivered from the rear!

Now everyone's kettle is at the bottom, and the water in the rear has not been delivered.

Seeing that Bayan was choking uncomfortably, Li Yuan threw his kettle to him. Pick up a flatbread, take the open can and start eating.

"No wonder the French are in a hurry, the tongue you caught last night was Italian.

In front, there was a regiment of Frenchmen. It's still some kind of Praetorian Guard or something, it's all elite anyway.

Last night, we were wiped out by two of our regiments and a battalion that was transferred from behind.

More than 800 people were captured by the captives alone, and the dead were not counted! ”

"Italians? Where is Italy, relatives with the French? ”

"You ask me, I ask who to go, I don't fucking know where Italy is!

However, the war report said that the Italians were not very good at fighting, and saw that they could attack resolutely. ”

Li Yuan ate a mouthful of flatbread and canned food, and Bayan threw out a leather bag containing mare's milk wine specially supplied by the Mongolian camp.

At this moment, the cooking squad ran up with a cauldron.

Inside the cauldron was steaming rice gruel, and there was a sudden grumbling from the position.

They all said that they had eaten enough, so they brought the porridge, and they almost choked to death just now.

Although he said it, the big guy still made a bowl of porridge by himself. It's so hot that I scratch my ears and cheeks, but I'm all sucking and drinking.

The correspondent brought two basins, and Li Yuan and Bayan also took the basins and drank them.

Not to mention, this porridge is even more thirst-quenching than drinking water.

The main thing is that the water is relatively cold, and when you take a sip of cold water, the heat in your body seems to be dissipated.

This steaming rice porridge is different, and it is warm and smoky to drink into the stomach.

"Don't be happy yet, you've been made elite. If you are French, you must be in a hurry, and today's block is not easy to fight.

Anyway, we're going to have to hold on for another day. It's going to be evacuated, and it's a matter of night.

After a while, we will have time to replenish ammunition and supplies, and we will have to stay in this hellish place until dark. ”

"Not necessarily, they use Italians who are not good at fighting. This shows that their forces are insufficient.

Today's back is not necessarily the elite.

Anyway, we'll stay until the evening, and we'll withdraw at night. ”

Bayan didn't care, anyway, there were fortifications left by the enemy army. It can be used as long as it is renovated, and there is no need to dig field fortifications.

Last night, a battle was fought, and more than 200 enemy troops were killed. His own casualties were only more than 20 people!

It is enough to see how poor the combat effectiveness of this Italian is.

"Don't be careless, on this battlefield, cannonballs fly above, and bullets fly below. As soon as he was not careful, the grenade was thrown under the crotch.

The brothers who came out of Kharkov have not been left until now.

Be careful!

Live well until the end of the war, and I will go to your grassland to eat roasted whole sheep.

Then, take you to Zhangjiakou and play Mao Mei! ”

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