Mortar shells with whistles constantly fell on the side of the Ming army, which either hid on the rubble or behind houses.

It was still a squad or so of troops, shooting at the French army.

The marksmanship of these veterans is generally very accurate, and no one likes it as well as the recruits.

They all hit the wide side of the chest or belly, and the powerful rifle of the Aka rifle.

No matter where it hits you, it can immediately make the opponent incapacitated.

Ding San found a surprising scene, even though the French army had two or three times more people than the Ming army. There were also mortars as artillery support, but under the accurate fire of the Ming army, they failed to advance a bit.

The French soldiers, who were surrounded by fire, were killed by two instead.

The remaining French soldier shrank behind the wall, trembling and not daring to move.

Ding San didn't make a move, and the sniper had a sniper's target.

In the words of the handsome, high-value goals.

The second lieutenant platoon commander of the enemy army could not arouse Ding San's interest.

The two sides were on both sides of this small square and fired at each other for more than ten minutes.

The French began to lose patience, the platoon in the middle was still using fire to attract the attention of the Ming army, and the remaining French troops began to move to the flanks, preparing to outflank and detour.

At this time, the Ming army took the initiative to retreat.

The veterans covered each other, staggering backwards.

Ding San noticed that they were traveling almost the same route.

Most of the time, they are able to step on the footprints of those who are behind them.

The veterans retreated very quickly a hundred and ten meters away, hiding in a factory floor.

The French army, which was about to make a detour, immediately rushed up.

It seems that they are preparing to surround the workshop and completely annihilate these more tricky Ming troops.

Ding San adjusted the scope and quickly found the French company commander wearing the captain's epaulettes.

"Dadada......!" The French army soon fell into the encirclement set by the old monkey.

Three MG-43 general-purpose machine guns fired wildly on the flanks, and mortar shells and grenadiers hailed down like hail.

Shells smashed into the French charging formation one after another, and the French troops running were immediately engulfed in smoke and flames.

"Bang!" In the explosion of the shells, Ding San shot the company commander who was lying on the back.

The huge kinetic energy of the 12.7 mm bullet directly cut the French company commander in two.

The upper half of the body turned over, but the lower half of the body twisted strangely.

The French mortars were eagerly searching for the location of the enemy mortars.

Unexpectedly, they had become Ding San's prey.

Ding San killed the French company commander with one shot, turned the muzzle of the gun directly, and aimed it at the mortar in the distance.

This thing is now the most lethal weapon against the Ming army.

Just when Ding San was still aiming and preparing to shoot, there was another explosion, and the mortar position of the French army was also surrounded by gunsmoke.

What kind of force is this, in such a short time, it has found the mortar positions of the French.

After two more rounds, Ding San finally saw a more violent explosion.

The ammunition was detonated, and the enemy's mortar positions were finished.

The mortar positions were gone, and the Ming firepower began to pour frantically down on the French.

Mortars even shelled French soldiers one by one!

At first, the French army was still desperately resisting.

But in the end, the French also gave up.

There was no way to fight, they had no chance to run into the Ming army at all.

Ferocious machine-gun fire crushed people behind walls or on the edge of the ruins, and then shells continued to fall.

A French soldier stood up from behind the rubble with his hands raised, but a few seconds later he was torn to pieces by bullets.

The blood gushing out of his body had not yet hit the ground, and the other French soldiers also stood up.

They threw away their weapons and fell to their knees with their hands raised.

Shouting loudly in French, no one in the Ming army could understand.

But the gunfire stopped, and two Ming soldiers ran over.

They cat-waisted, like raccoons, jumping through the rubble.

I'd rather walk on a pile of rubble than on the road.

Soon they came up to the French and drove them back in a group.

They walked at the back with their Aka rifles, and Ding San felt that their guns must have been adjusted to burst fire.

Maybe the French were lucky, or maybe their God really blessed those who didn't want to fight anymore.

No one stepped on the mines, and everyone walked safely to the side of the Ming army.

The old monkey came out of nowhere, and after examining the French one by one and making sure that they had no weapons.

Roughly untied a person's belt, and took away that person's pocket watch by the way.

The other Ming soldiers followed suit, and soon the French had to follow the soldiers who were escorting them back, with their trousers in their hands.

On such a cold day, it's not a good idea to run bare-ass.

Ding San put away the gun and carefully leaned the gun against the wall.

After a careful search, I finally found some dry firewood in the corner of the boiler room.

A fire was lit and the kettle was hung over the fire with wire.

There is no need to worry about smoke here, because there has just been a war and there is smoke everywhere.

There's nothing better than drinking some hot water on a cold day.

Although they are all Ming troops, the gap is really big.

These bandit-like veterans are more alert than lynxes and more fierce than hungry wolves on the battlefield.

Every detail reveals the experience of these people!

In this tragic battlefield environment, a recruit who can survive one battle becomes a veteran, and if he can survive two battles, he is a veteran oil.

Obviously, these guys down there are all oiled up.

There are only two situations in such a collective, one is to hang up quickly, and the other is to live a long time.

The former is mostly for recruits, and the latter is mostly for veterans.

Ding San's heart is a lot more steady, maybe he can live in this collective until the end of the war.

It's cold, even if it's on fire.

The Ming army's eiderdown clothes were good, but they were still a little cold.

When the canvas on the outer layer of the eiderdown garment rubs against it, it always makes a sandpaper-like sound.

Ding San heard a familiar voice, the friction of the French soldier's clothes, and it would never make such a sound.

But he pulled out a grenade anyway, and his fingers pulled out the pin.

The old monkey sat down on the edge of the fire, took off his shoes, pulled out the insole, and began to roast.

The smell of salted fish immediately spreads!

"Next time, don't touch people behind you like this, you'll die." Ding San inserted the pin back and put the grenade back into his arms.

"In this dog's day, you must keep your feet warm. But the feet are the most unaccustomed to this thing, and they sweat when they are warm.

When you sweat, the insoles are wet, and the wet insoles are fucking cold like ice cubes.

You also take off and bake and bake! ”

The old monkey didn't answer Ding San's words, and kept flipping the smoking insoles with both hands.

Ding San didn't say a word, and immediately took off his shoes from the good flow, and baked them with socks and insoles.

The flavor of salted fish is even stronger!

"Why with grenades, without guns. It's good for you above, and there's a box cannon for it. ”

The old monkey glanced at the box cannon that Ding San was carrying on his waist!

Most of the infantry of the Ming army were armed with revolvers and box guns, which were sharp weapons in close combat, which almost every infantry dreamed of.

"I can touch the distance I heard, and no matter how fast I pull out my gun, it's useless.

Grenades, at least have a chance to fight to the end.

If you want to kill me, you'll have to bleed a little bit anyway. ”

"Okay!

Boy, there's a lot of ruthlessness.

I just killed a company of the French, and you killed that captain company commander, it's good.

I don't think it will be long before the French will attack.

You have to take it easy, the enemy officers, and the mortars are up to you. ”

The old monkey took out a box of cigarettes and handed one to Ding San.

Ding San took the cigarette, lit a match for the old monkey, and then lit it for himself.

"How far can you hit this thing?" The old monkey took a puff of his cigarette and picked up the white-baked insoles again.

"Theoretically, you can hit a thousand meters, but in practice, it is difficult to hit people on eight or nine hundred meters."

"How many can you fight!"

"Generally, 800 meters is no problem, and 900 meters is good for sight."

"Hmmm! There is a spectrum. "The old monkey put on his socks and tucked his insoles into his boots.

"Warm! Comfortable! ”