"Company commander, am I dying? Tell me Abba, I have a second-class merit. The court will no longer let the Hessler head bully him again. ”

"You fuck off, you're just stunned."

Bayan slapped Hugjirile angrily, and just now a cannonball hit the bell tower.

A flying brick smashed directly into Hugejiril's head.

The steel helmet was smashed into a dent and a large piece, but fortunately there was a steel helmet on the head, otherwise the head would have been smashed and deflated.

"It's all right!" Hugejiril touched his head.

"You kid, from the time you came out of Kharkov until now, the bullets have been hiding from your kid.

Heaven bless you, it's so easy to die wherever you want.

The people who are all platoon commanders are still shocked. ”

Bayan took out a cigarette and lit two cigarettes in his mouth, one in his own mouth and stuffed it into Hugejiril's mouth.

"It seems that the brothers from Kharkiv are the only ones left."

"The day before yesterday, there was still one subutai left, and now it's gone, just the two of us.

The unlucky guy was hit directly on his body by a howitzer, and he didn't even leave a single bone scum.

it! ”

Bayan took two mouthfuls of "bah" and "bah", I don't know if it was the soil or smoke in his mouth.

"it, less than three months. You became the company commander, and I became the platoon commander.

A few days ago, during the training, it was easy for everyone in the platoon to recognize everything, but now they can't recognize it completely.

Last night there was a soldier standing guard, and I got up to pee and almost killed me, not that I was a spy sent by the French.

...... the fuck I look like a Frenchman? ”

Hugejiril rubbed his dazed head in annoyance, believing that the recruit had lost his luck last night.

Otherwise, how could you be hit on the head by a brick.

"Eight were added yesterday, and twelve died today. There are more than twenty wounded, who have already been sent to the back. ”

"Need to add more?"

"Don't add, how do you let me fight.

There are so many French people, I am covered in iron and can twist a few nails.

By you? Just this little physique. ”

"Where is the big physique Nayaa, burned to ashes in Kharkov.

Maybe it's because of my small size that I survived. ”

"Hmmm! You're short, and a bullet can't hit you. ”

Bayan scolded stupidly.

No matter how ridiculous it is, the dead man's thing is always unwelcome.

"You're not tall either, maybe being short is really the trick to surviving on the battlefield.

I don't know what is happening on the grassland now, such a big snow on the grassland should be regarded as a white plague.

At this time of the year, they would stay in the grass nest with their flocks. When it's okay, ride a horse and fight the yellow sheep, hehe......!! ”

"I'm not so lucky, I have to follow my family and dig up the snow, otherwise the sheep will starve to death if they don't get grass."

"You don't shoot winter grass at home?"

"I'm ......!"

As soon as Hugejiril said a word, his body went into the anti-artillery hole like a mouse, and Bayan's speed was not slow.

The anti-artillery hole, which can only accommodate one, is very crowded after Bayan squeezes in.

A strong stench made the two of them cry.

"If you dare to fart, I'll plug you with a cork."

"You must have put it."

A loud explosion interrupted the two people who were arguing.

It didn't smell anymore, because the air was filled with the smell of gunsmoke.

The sound of explosions one after another shook Hugjiril a little sickly.

I kept praying to the immortal heaven in my heart, and while no shells fell on my head, this damn shelling hurried over.

The shelling stopped, and the two big men pressed their faces against each other, but no one dared to move.

After about a minute or two, it could be a year or two ......!

The explosion sounded again, this time in a volley of artillery fire, and a total of eight shells landed nearby and exploded.

This time, the sound of the cannon finally stopped completely, and it took a long time for the two people to dare to separate.

"Phew......! Damn, this Frenchman has learned to rape too. ”

"Phew......! Look at the soldiers under your command. Bayan kicked Hugjiril as punishment for his indiscriminate fart.

Everywhere there were shouting soldiers, several of them digging through the rubble.

Urban warfare is like this, bunkers and other things are often buried in the rubble that blows up.

But fortunately, there will always be gaps between the masonry and stones, and the people inside will not be buried alive for a while.

Soon, the shelling exploded in another neighborhood.

The Ming army named this type of shelling to sweep the streets!

The French must have numbered the neighborhood and blew it up with a howitzer if it was fine.

Thank you for the shells fired during the day, and the two shells fired from time to time at night, so that you can't sleep well at all.

However, in the midst of war, the rate of human evolution is astonishing.

Bayan and Hugjiril have developed a skill that allows them to sleep like pigs even in a place where artillery is under fire, as long as the enemy does not rush up.

This ability makes the recruits very envious!

"If you stay on the battlefield for three months, it's going to be like that."

Bayan's words made many recruits feel frustrated.

There are too few people who can survive three months on the battlefield, and in the past three months, only on the Tsaritsyn front, the Ming army has lost more than 60,000 people.

And that's not counting the wounded guys!

And now on the Tsaritsyn front, there are only 138,000 front-line fighters in the Ming army.

It can be said that the people who fought on the front line have changed almost all over again.

People like Hugejirile and Bayan definitely belong to God's favor.

Not bad, two people dug out of the rubble.

One arm was broken, the other head was scooped open by a brick, and he was bloody and didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"You're lucky, boy!" Hugjiri kicked the guy with the broken arm.

He would also like to break a bone if possible.

Lying in the hospital in the back is also better than staying in this cold and snowy place all day.

It can be said that a large group of gentlemen are envious of this lucky guy.

It's better to break an arm than to die here.

As for the guy with the head open, Hugjiril wanted to slap him in the mouth, but given that a slap could kill the thing, Hugjiril had to abandon the idea.

"Put on all the steel helmets, damn it, let you wear steel helmets and steel helmets, just don't wear them.

Okay now, head smashed and fart.

Look at what, send people to the rear, and see if there is any help. ”

"Oh!" The two recruits hurriedly lifted the bloody guy onto the stretcher, broke the bastard's arm, got up on his own, and staggered along.

"Platoon commander, you don't wear a steel helmet either."

A recruit said cowardly.

Only then did Hugejirile remember, and he chased after him, broke the head of the thing from his arm, took off the steel helmet and buckled it to his own head.

The familiar sense of weight is back, and it's really heavy to wear this doggy thing.

If possible, Hugjiril and Bayan hope that the snow will never stop.

When it snows, it is more favorable for the attacker. Especially in this hellish place like the city, God knows which ruins have a guy with a gun lying in it.

Or maybe there's something like a brick on the street, which is actually a landmine.

The battlefield is completely chaotic, with bullets and all sorts of explosive gadgets.

Now everyone builds mines with the same idea, which are generally small in size and average in power.

But if it really explodes around you, you'll have to lose some parts.

What's even more immoral is that the way of spreading has also changed.

Get a rocket and shoot it directly into the defense zone.

There were several mines hanging on one rocket, and even the enemy troops did not know where the mines would fall.

The most affected are the logistics people.

In the past few days, the cooking squad and the people who delivered the ammunition have been continuously killed and injured, and the Ming army has no way to do it.

"Battalion commander, why are you here?" Lian Li was coaxing to return to the position, and Li Yuan came to the position.

"Just under the shelling, the French took advantage of the chaos to touch the outpost position of the company next door."

Li Yuan rubbed his hands and muttered helplessly.

"Holy shit, that's fine."

"A class of people, all hiding in a bunker. The French took advantage of the shelling to touch it, threw a bag of explosives into it, and it was all gone.

The French are now reinforcing the fortifications, and must kill them as soon as possible before reinforcements of their men arrive.

That outpost was blocking the road of the entire block, and without that position, the French could squeeze them out with a little penetration. ”

Li Yuan's finger poked and poked on the map.

He had been promoted to regimental chief of staff, but he had not been able to leave the battalion.

There is no way, there is a shortage of officers at the grassroots level, and there is a shortage of them everywhere.

Li Yuan's battalion is also a battalion at the forefront, and of course it cannot change the commander at will.

"So what are we going to do?"

Bayan was a little confused, the position of the company next door was gone, what did it matter to them.

"Half an hour later, they will start feinting.

You and the old monkey are connected, one on the left and one on the right. Li Yuan made a hugging pose.

"There's no way around it, it's too hard to get down the front of that place, so you can only go around on both wings.

The two of you, each with a platoon, took the French to do it. ”

Now Bayan understands that Li Yuan is here to ask for someone.

Although I don't want to, I dislike the next door and even the waste next door, but I can't help it.

There are three companies in the battalion, the old monkey and their company, and the veterans of Yishui.

After more than half a month on the front line, only two people were killed and five or six were wounded.

This is a miracle on a battlefield where people die every day.

On his side, he rushed to make up for the casualties, and in general, the establishment was still fine.

The company next door doesn't matter, from the company commander to the soldiers, they are all newcomers on the battlefield.

After three days on the battlefield, the whole company killed thirty percent.

Most of the reinforcements in the battalion have been filled in with them.

The day before yesterday was even more powerful, and it was the company commander who took the lead during the countercharge.

Many people admired the company commander's courage, but more often felt that this thing was too stupid.

When charging, he actually raised the red flag in a hurry, disgusted that the French could not find a target, or laughed at the poor marksmanship?

The immortality of this kind of person is the greatest insult to the French army.

In fact, infantry was not used at all.

The French mortars believed that the goods were a challenge to their professionalism. Keeping him alive is certainly the biggest stain on his career.

Therefore, the six mortars did not hit other targets, but specially bombed the red flag that was obvious to this target.

The company commander and the red flag were blown to pieces, and nearly half of the company's casualties were taken, and the position was not taken.

This has just been replenished, and a class has been stewed by another spoonful.

Hugejirile felt that it was definitely a wise move for him to refuse to be the commander of that company in the first place.

There is a platoon in the battalion to catch the company, and Hugejiril, as the main platoon, naturally can't dodge.

"Come back with the skull and all the parts." That's all Bayan's advice.

Without any rhetoric, Hughjiril climbed into the ruins with his brothers.

Fifteen minutes later, the cannon rang out.

The battalion coordinated the regiment's 120-mm howitzers, plus the battalion's six 105-mm howitzers, to carry out a fire attack on the target position.

The Ming army had long drawn up a coordinate map, and all of them had corrected shooting. The shells were fired quickly and accurately, and the positions that had just been occupied by the French were filled with smoke.

Almost a platoon of French soldiers was covered by artillery fire on the way to support.

Hugejirile did not move, nor did the platoon of the old monkeys a few hundred meters away in the distance.

Sure enough, within a few minutes the French fire retaliation came.

In front of the position, the Ming army's position, which was shooting at the French army, was suddenly on fire.

"Damn, put the machine gun in front of that and look for shells." Hugejirile scolded.

When an inexperienced officer goes to command on the battlefield, he actually kills people.

I couldn't take care of other people's affairs, so I waited for a while.

The French shelling stopped, and while the smoke had not yet cleared, Hugjiril waved his hand, and the big guy followed him and climbed up like an enemy position.

Under the cover of various ruins, he climbed seventy or eighty meters away from the French position.

"Up! Above! Above! "You can't climb any further, it's an insult to the intelligence of the French to climb any further.

A group of people scurried up from the ground, running with the help of the cover next to them.

Shoot at the enemy's muzzle fire!

The continuous and domineering point fire of the Arca rifle pressed the French single-shot rifle to hold its head up.

Soon the troops rushed to within fifty meters!

"Grenades!" Hugjiri shouted, pulled out a grenade and threw it.

The troops of the old monkey on the opposite side also threw grenades almost at the same time.

An explosion of fire on the French position!

At a distance of several tens of meters, before the smoke of gunpowder had dissipated, the soldiers rushed forward.

There was a burst of Arca rifle fire on the battlefield!

In close combat, this kind of combo is best used.

No matter who you are, a shuttle of bullets will sweep you over, and it won't be good for any bullet to hit you.

The Aka rifle in the hand of "Kada" is empty and hangs up.

Hugjiril drew out the box cannon and hit the guy in black when he saw it.

The best weapon for melee combat is not a bayonet, but a pistol.

The Ming army has always thought so, and the effect in actual combat is also quite good.

It wasn't until a person wearing a Ming army uniform appeared on the opposite side that Hugejirile breathed a sigh of relief.

Glancing at the corpse that was pumping and still not dying, Hugejirile scolded: "Damn, it turned out to be Italian, no wonder it's so easy to fight." ”