These French soldiers were very tactically literate, and they were not like the Italians, who ran forward with their guns in their hands, and could not even turn a corner.

The rifles of the French soldiers were carried in their hands, and none of them had bayonets.

They hunched over and minimized their physical targets.

Run a few steps forward and lie on the ground.

Or lie down under a ridge, or find a rock to use as a cover.

It's really nothing, and I know how to lie down in the pile of corpses.

In many cases, it is really impossible to tell whether it is a living person or a corpse lying on the ground.

The rush was very close, only five or six hundred meters away.

At this distance, you can't let the howitzer come and fight. After all, if you can't get this distance right, you will blow up your own position.

The artillery boys are not accurate, and if the secret position is adjusted a little wrongly, such a tragedy may happen.

"Grenadier, smash it for Lao Tzu."

Bayan desperately beckoned his men to smash the grenadiers of his men!

The accuracy of a skilled shooter at a distance of five or six hundred meters is still amazing.

Almost every explosion of a grenadier on a skirmish line would take a French soldier to their God.

These French soldiers were very scheming, and the skirmish line was very open, and usually the explosion killed only one person.

It happened to kill both of them at once, and that was really luck.

"Brothers, fear not, the French can't beat us. Daming will win! ”

This is the fool sent down from above yesterday, and everyone calls him Platoon Commander Zheng.

The deputy company commander was killed, and this cargo has just been promoted to a deputy company commander, and the excitement may not have passed.

He leaned out of the trench and shouted loudly with a box cannon in his hand.

Bayan wanted to warn this fool that his body was too big to lean out.

But as soon as the words reached his lips, he saw the mud of the big tent flying in front of him.

Then, half of the cargo was gone.

Half of his stomach was bleeding from a lot of intestines, and the two legs of his lower body were shaking and twitching.

It's over!

Another deputy company commander was killed, and from the day before yesterday to the present, the deputy company commander has changed.

Hugejiri ran over excitedly and pulled out a human hand from the earth, which still held a box cannon.

"Company commander, look, I got a box cannon." Hugejirile didn't like this deputy company commander surnamed Zheng at all.

For on several occasions in the battle, he pushed Hughjiril forward and shrank himself behind him.

Hugejirile wanted to tell this fool that when the bullet hit, his thin little body couldn't stop the bullet at all.

The bullets that came out of his body and then hit his body, then he would only be worse.

That's what the long-bearded military doctor said last time!

And as soon as he came to the position, this thing said that he was going to be a company commander.

"Get out of the way!" Bayan scolded.

The enemy troops, having paid a great price, rushed to a distance of three hundred meters.

At this time, their grenadiers and light machine guns also began to call.

The light machine guns fired three bursts one after another, and they hit steadily and accurately.

Hit two point shots, and the body will be on the side. Let the grenadiers be in a no-brainer!

The flying frozen ground hit Bayan's face with a hot pain, and Bayan was still very happy.

This place is all frozen ground, and if it were a stone, it would have richeted, so maybe it would have hung up by itself.

The Mongolian battalion also began to hold fires and greet the French on the opposite side.

At this time, the French, who were rushing closer, had already begun to shoot at the Ming army with their rifles.

The two sides were separated by more than 300 meters, and the bullets "swished" and "swished" in the sky, but few actually hit people.

At this distance, most people shoot because they are emboldened. Few have the ability to hit people at this distance.

Hugejiril is different, the sniper sent from the division yesterday was killed by shrapnel.

So, the sniper rifle was in his hands.

No one taught, but the kid was smart. He knew how to aim with the telescope on the gun, and if he aimed it, he could hit it.

But he doesn't know how to adjust the magnification, anyway, a dead horse is a live horse doctor. On the position, now there are no snipers either.

And even in the li, no one wants to use that thing that has to pull the bolt once to shoot a shot, and I hate the effort!

Hugjirile used the binoculars on the chamber of his gun to cover a French soldier.

The guy wears a blue hat, a red shirt, and white pants.

I hate these bastards in flowers, and they are not women, what red clothes they wear.

What's even more annoying is that the buttons on these guys' chests are shining.

The veterans lied to him that the glittering buttons were gold.

As a result, Hugh Jiril believed it, and in the interval between the battles, he crawled over and twisted two buttons from the corpse.

It was not rare to take it back twice, and it broke as soon as the hand was broken.

Bayan took a look and knew that the child had been deceived.

Something made of tin has been frozen for so long, of course, it will break with a little effort.

Poor boy, so sincere!

I was thinking about what the instructor said during the training in Xi'an, and I aimed at it intentionally and unintentionally to shoot. Slowly, slowly, the fingers pressed on the trigger.

"Smack!" The bullet went out.

In the binoculars on the chamber of the gun, you can clearly see a blood mist bursting from this guy's chest.

This shot was more than 300 meters long, and Hugejiril, who shot someone for the first time at this distance, was so excited that he almost jumped up.

The French soldiers were shooting and crawling, and the distance was getting closer and closer. Soon, it was at a distance that the grenade could throw.

The battle was brutal at once, and both sides threw black iron bumps around like monkeys.

Explosions rang out one after another, and shrapnel flew like raindrops.

"Be ......!"

A piece of shrapnel flew from the helmet, hit the helmet and opened a hole in the helmet and flew out.

In an instant, Bayan's back was cold.

Without the steel helmet, this is fucking over.

The Aka rifle in his hand did not stop, "Da Da Da", "Da Da Da", "Da Da Da" ......!

Triple burst shot after shot.

The goal of the French soldiers was in the wilderness that was too conspicuous. Either gray or yellow, and black soil that had been torn apart by shells.

Running around in red clothes and white pants, I don't know what to think.

The Ming army's clothes are much better!

Winter combat camouflage, the body is all earthy yellow and black stripes, and occasionally gray color.

The colors are soft together and look inconspicuous at all.

The French soldiers who charged this time had almost one reinforced company, at least one hundred and fifty or sixty men.

I lost almost half of it along the way, but the remaining half climbed to a distance of twenty or thirty meters.

The French soldiers were quite fierce, threw a round of grenades in unison, stood up and began to charge with "whoops" and "whoops".

While charging, he hung up the bayonet on the gun.

If yesterday, none of them could have rushed to the position.

But today, there are only more than 40 people left under Bayan's command. The casualties have reached sixty percent!

"Brothers, press down the French." Bayan howled, and the Aka rifle in his hand turned into bursts.

A burst of surprise at the French soldiers who rushed up!

Two French soldiers were knocked down, and the French soldiers behind had already pounced. The bayonet with the cold light of the forest pierced straight to the chest!

Without even thinking about it, Bayan threw the empty Aka rifle over.

Taking advantage of the French evasion, he drew the revolver at his waist. "Bang" and "bang" at that French soldier are two shots!

The distance between the two sides is at most two meters, and it is difficult to miss.

A nine-millimeter bullet got into the chest of the French!

The French soldier fell to the ground with a howl, and although he had not lost his breath for a while, he had completely lost his strength and was incapacitated.

Bayan didn't care about the bastard and ran around the position with a revolver.

Seeing a French soldier shake his hand is a shot!

Because everyone was equipped with pistols, the Ming army took advantage of it in close combat.

Although this thing can't hit far, at a distance of 357 meters, it is not a problem to kill people.

Although the French were fierce, they could not resist the power of the nine-millimeter pistol bullets.

The people who rushed up were killed and wounded more than half of them before they could get close to the Ming soldiers.

Another Frenchman pounced, got on his bayonet rifle, and without saying a word, stabbed Bayan in the chest.

Bayan pulled the trigger, but there was a "click" sound.

This voice made Bayan's soul fly out of the sky, and there were no bullets!

Just when the bayonet was less than two feet from his chest, the head of the French soldier with "bang......" burst like a watermelon.

This guy Hugejirile was standing five or six meters away with a box gun in his hand, and the barrel of the box gun was still smoking.

"Company commander, here you go!" Hugjiri threw his revolver over with a flick of his hand.

"Bunny, hit your chest so close next time. Your rotten marksmanship, if you can't hit Lao Tzu, you'll hang up. ”

He said with his mouth, but his hands were not slow at all.

He took Hugjir's revolver and shot the French soldier in the neck.

This guy's blood spurted out more than two feet away, and he fell to the ground in an instant.

"Company commander......!"

As soon as Bayan turned around when he heard the voice, he saw that the soldiers in his company had rammed a French soldier who wanted to sneak up on him into the trench.

"Boom!" With an explosion, a severed arm flew up.

"Fat man......!"

The short white-knuckle battle lasted for a short period of five or six minutes, but it was extremely tragic.

The positions were littered with corpses, some of the Ming army but more of them were French.

As the Ming soldiers walked, they picked up the reload clip of the Aka rifle that they had just thrown away.

And then start replenishing the guns of the French!

More than ten or twenty meters away, it was a shot in the head.

There are also those who hit the body, but that would have to take two more shots.

There was no request to capture prisoners, and the soldiers in the company did not think about taking prisoners.

These French people are very fierce, and many of the injured and immobile guys will lie on the ground and pretend to be dead.

Either slow down and shoot the black gun, or wait for the Ming army to get close to pull the grenade and die with the Ming army.

After suffering a few losses, the big guy has the habit of mending the gun.

The Frenchmen who had refilled their guns were left alone, and the big guys all shrank back into the trenches to take a breath.

It is very rare to take a breath between battles, and at this time, someone grabs the time to press the bullet into the magazine.

Some people used bloody hands to take out the big bread on their chests and gnaw on it.

There are also people who hold military kettles and pour cold water on their stomachs with "Gudu" and "Gudu".

Bayan retreated into the trench, took off his steel helmet and lit a cigarette with a shuddering hand.

There was an inch-long opening in the steel helmet, and the green patent leather was gone, leaving only white steel stubble.

When I touched it, it was quite scratchy.

The innermost one, which has been scraped through, reveals the terribly dirty liner inside.

"Fuck the grass!" Taking a puff of his cigarette, Bayan cursed.

Hugjiril leaned over and handed Bayan an an open can of canned beef.

"The old bear is dead!" Hugejirile came out of nowhere.

Didn't reach for the can, just leaned against the trench and smoked.

The old bear is the brother who just knocked the French soldiers into the trenches, and his body is as strong as a dog bear, so everyone calls him the old bear.

"A few dead!" With a long puff of smoke, Bayan lost his mind.

Running out of Kharkov, non-stop replenishment along the way, non-stop dead people.

The people in the company have changed several times, and some people Bayan can't be named.

"Eight, seven wounded.

There were forty-nine before the fight, and now there are ...... left Thirty-four all. Among the wounded, there were two minor injuries that could hold on, and if you count them, it was thirty-six. ”

Hugjiri counted with his fingers.

"One hundred and sixteen gentlemen, and now there are thirty-six left? You're not mistaken! ”

Bayan finally relented, threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, and picked up the canned beef.

Glancing at the French soldier next to him whose head was smashed, he twisted his face to the other side and ate the canned food.

No way, the color of his head is very similar to the color of canned beef.

"Company commander, don't bring such a burying person. I count the sheep in my family, and my father is like you, he doesn't know how to count! ”

Hugejirile retorted angrily.

"Get out!" After scolding, Hugjiril continued to eat the canned food.

"Company commander, why haven't the reinforcements come from above? It's not that it's two days here, it's the third day today. ”

"Let you fight for a few days and fight for a few days, and you can't withdraw without an order. You know the egg!

Let the brethren hurry up and recuperate, and the mortarsmen and grenadiers, machine gunners hurry to replenish the ammunition.

Grandma's, this French soldier may ......! ”

Before he could finish speaking, Bayan threw away the can in his hand. Pulled Hugjiril into the anti-artillery hole!

One shell after another exploded in the head, shaking people's chests and making them breathless.

"!" Bayan scolded.

At the end of this shelling, Bayan Mengmeng, who drilled out of the anti-artillery hole, was discovered. The French have already rushed to five hundred meters in front of the position!

And this time, there are significantly more people than the last charge.

Before the Ming army could counterattack, mortar shells rained down on the position.

The Ming army, which had just drilled out of the anti-artillery hole, was so crushed that it could barely raise its head, let alone counterattack.

The Ming machine gun had just sounded twice, and it was covered by a dozen mortar shells.

Looking at the large group of French people rushing up, Bayan muttered in his heart that it was broken.

"Company commander reinforcements are coming!" When the big guy was lying in the trench and couldn't raise his head, he didn't know who shouted.

Bayan got up and grabbed the trench and looked out ......!

Reinforcements......!

Reinforcements!

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