The old monkey felt that something was wrong today, and the French army actually launched an attack at night.

The French army's logistical supply was not smooth, and the front-line soldiers could only receive two loaves of bread a day.

A single nutritional intake soon caused the soldiers to suffer from night blindness.

Therefore, the French would not attack at night.

But today, as if it had changed into an army, it launched a large-scale attack at night.

Judging by the sound of gunfire, the attacking French had at least one reinforced platoon, or even a company.

There were two of them in Makqin, as well as a significant number of mortars.

It was dark, and mortars were constantly shooting flares into the sky.

The position was lit as if it were daylight, but there were nothing but ruins and broken bricks and tiles.

As long as the soldiers of the Ming army wearing snow camouflage do not move, they will basically not be detected.

Instead, he climbed to Ding San on the roof of the boiler room, and with the help of the light, he could clearly see the attacking French army.

These French soldiers also hid behind the ruins, daring to shoot at the opposite side.

Makqin's "da-da-da" rang non-stop, and he didn't know if he saw the target. Anyway, it's just a sweep, and if you hit it, you can earn it, and you can't beat the Ming army and still be brave.

I don't know what the reason was, the mortars of the Ming army did not fire.

Could it be that the company commander who is like a bandit leader still wants to replicate the battle of the previous two days?

How is this possible, the French are not stupid and can be kicked twice by the same donkey?

The scope was put on the heavy several times, but had to be abandoned.

The distance is somewhat far and a hit is not guaranteed.

Ding San always felt that these French troops were a little different.

Compared to the French army during the day, they at least knew how to drape their bodies with white sheets. The hat is also wrapped in white cloth, and the style is very similar to the Daming filial piety hat.

It has to be said that the white sheets still bring some protection.

At least, better than that red double-breasted top.

More importantly, the white sheets concealed the military uniform, but also the rank.

Ding San can no longer easily find the officer in the crowd!

However, with experience, Ding San still aimed at a guy.

Every time the guy waved, someone from the French army would run forward.

There is no doubt that he must be an officer, or at least a command position.

"Bang!" A 12.7 mm bullet hit the guy directly in the back of the neck.

The powerful bullet almost blasted his chest open.

The head rolled out more than a meter, and the blood spurted farther away.

The French soldiers were so frightened that they were looking for cover to hide, and some experienced guys began to search for the gunman's location by following the wounds.

"His grandmother's, it's not easy to deal with!" An ominous premonition hit Ding San's heart, and without any hesitation, Ding San picked up his sniper rifle and hid behind the boiler.

"Boom!" Not even half a minute, a shell hit the window where he had just stood.

Countless shrapnel mixed with the crumbling bricks, causing the boiler to "thump" and "thump".

Fortunately, there is a boiler in the way, otherwise I guess I would have hung up by this time.

Ding San carried a sniper rifle and ran wildly in the dust.

He didn't care what the hell blew him up, Ding San just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

If a heavy artillery shell does come, even if you want to run, you won't have a chance.

The old monkey, who was hiding behind a low wall, immediately felt his scalp tingle when he saw the fire from the explosion in the boiler room.

The French troops who attacked tonight were very patient, they did not attack like those of the previous ones.

Rather, little by little, they moved forward, hiding behind the ruins, or behind the ruined walls.

Although the marksmanship of the Ming soldiers is good, there is nothing they can do with these people.

Because they hid more than 200 meters away and shot at the Ming army, they didn't take a step forward at all.

"Machine guns, not allowed to move." The old monkey shouted loudly again.

The machine gun was in the ditch ten meters away from him, and the machine gunner set up the machine gun and was about to pull the trigger, but was stopped by the company commander.

Makqin hit the mountains loudly, and bullets rained down on the Ming army's position.

Many Ming soldiers were so pressed that they couldn't raise their heads, and they couldn't shoot at the French at all.

A scream came from the darkness not far away, as if someone had been shot.

"Company commander, this is not the way to go. The brethren were so crushed by Makin that they couldn't hold their heads up! ”

"I always felt that something was wrong, why didn't they rush forward and hide so far away and shoot at us.

Could it be that their bullets are rich? ”

The French were logistically undersupplied, and they could not find many bullets from the corpses or prisoners.

The tongue man asked the prisoners, and each French soldier was only given forty rounds of ammunition before he went to battle.

Forty rounds of ammunition sounds like a lot, but in practice it is not enough.

The recruits, in particular, fired their guns as if they were setting off firecrackers.

It won't take long to run out of forty bullets!

The rifle is out of bullets, and it's not much different from a burning stick.

Since the crushing defeat in the white-knuckle battle on the outskirts of Moscow, the French were less willing to engage in a white-knuckle battle with the Ming army.

You're holding a bayonet, and they're holding a pistol. Before he got close, he had already been hit by several bullets and hated on the spot.

This is not a war, this is a naked slaughter.

"Company commander, let's fight!

If you don't fight, you can't do it, if you continue like this, I don't know if the French will have ammunition, anyway, our brothers are running out of ammunition. ”

“……！” The old monkey can't help it now.

The Ming army had many automatic weapons, and the consumption of bullets was naturally large.

With such a continuous output, even some ammunition stocks cannot withstand such a scourge.

"Company commander, let's let the machine gun fight."

The old monkey raised his binoculars and looked at it, and his cheeks were as hard as stones.

"Machine guns!

Beat! Almost as soon as he typed out, a long line of bullets was fired from a machine gun ten meters behind him.

The scorching bullet marks whipped like a whip at the positions of the French in the dark night.

The suppressive power of the machine gun is good, and the infantry on the opposite side is dumb at once.

They all retracted their heads and didn't dare to show their heads again.

"Mortars, bring their Makqin to Lao Tzu." Inside the telescope, the old monkey had already seen the location of Makqin.

Makqin is not as light as the MG-42. To transfer a position, you have to be carried by four young men.

Coupled with the continuous firing, the muzzle flame was obvious, and it was not difficult to find the location of Makqin in the dark night.

In the dark, judging distance is a technical task.

In order to ensure the accuracy of hits, the mortars of the company fired three consecutive salvos.

Strive to hit the effect of a covering shot and take out Makqin.

The old monkey was faintly uneasy in his heart, so that this little firepower of Lian Li was all exposed.

However, to deal with Makqin, it is necessary to have fire support from the battalion and regiment, which is somewhat unreasonable.

After all, dealing with this thing is Makqin. Da Ming has always been using company mortars!

In terms of range and power, Maxim is no match for mortars.

Especially with this covering shot, the Maxim machine gun did not have the possibility of escaping at all.

Sure enough, the mortars continued, and the orange flames lit up one after another, and the enemy's Makqin quickly lost fire.

The French, on the other hand, fell silent at once, with only a few single-shot rifles, and saw the opportunity to pick up the fire.

The old monkey's sense of foreboding was even stronger, everything was too abnormal tonight.

"Machine guns quickly shift positions!" The old monkey spoke, and then ran to the telephone.

He decided to ask for some artillery support from above.

Directly blow up these French people in front of you!

"Boom!" As soon as I walked up to the telephone, a loud explosion was heard behind me.

The explosion shook the old monkey's chest for a while!

The machine gunner, who had just received the order, disappeared along with the machine gun, and only sporadic flames remained on the ground.

Worst!

The ominous premonition is confirmed!

"Run!" The old monkey shouted at the mortar position.

But it's too late!

The shells smashed into the mortar positions with whistles, and the explosions were so dense that they could not be heard.

"Boom!" There was an earth-shattering explosion, and the air wave directly lifted the old monkey more than 30 meters away.

It's over!

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

Even this little bit of firepower is all over, and now the grenadiers are considered heavy firepower.

Can...... But this thing is a supplement to the fire in the area between the machine gun and the mortar, and it is less powerful than the mortar.

The explosions came and went, and it took only two minutes before and after.

All the machine-gun positions that the company had just fired at were wiped out!

This time, the old monkey understood, and just shot at the Ming army, thinking about recording the location of the machine gun position.

The Makqin was used to seduce the Ming mortar, and as long as the mortar fired continuously, it could rely on the muzzle flash to determine the location of the mortar position.

Although the muzzle of the mortar flashed very faintly, in the dark night, the French were able to find it accurately.

Everything was carefully laid out, and the French were very patient this time.

Soon, the French, who had been suppressed, began to shoot.

The scorching rifle bullets tore through the night, sending fiery bullet marks one after another.

The Ming infantry could only fight back!

"Boom!" A shell landed accurately in front of a Ming soldier and directly blew up the upper body of that person.

The deformed steel helmet flew more than forty meters away and landed at the feet of the old monkey.

The French did not know what kind of guns they were using, so they fired at the muzzle flames one by one.

As soon as there is a muzzle flash, the shells will follow.

Even the most athletic people would have a hard time dodging the bombardment of the shells.

In just six or seven minutes, more than a dozen Ming soldiers were killed by artillery.

And the Ming army, on the side, couldn't do a decent counterattack at all.

"Company commander, I took people to touch it and blew up their artillery with a grenadier."

"Come back, you know where the guns are." The old monkey roared angrily.

They are all brothers who stir horses and spoons in a pot, and now they are killed one by one as if they were named, and the old monkey is not a taste in his heart.

But what kind of cannon is the other party using?

Howitzer?

No way!

Howitzers can't be that accurate!

And the howitzer is much more powerful than this one.

What the hell is this?

The old monkey wanted to break his head, but he couldn't figure out what kind of weapon it was.

There was no time for him to ponder any more, and the fighters were all cowering in their bunkers, not daring to shoot at all.

The French kept testing this with their rifles, and some of them had already run out of cover and began to approach the Ming army step by step.

On the side of the Ming army, as long as someone dares to shoot, there will definitely be shells coming along the muzzle fire.

The power of the shells cannot be said to be powerful, but they are enough against the infantry.

The old monkey watched the flames explode, and the French soldiers in the distance became more and more emboldened, and began to howl and charge.

The situation is not very urgent, but very urgent.

"Boom"! "Boom!" "Boom!" The explosions were non-stop, and almost every explosion was a living man.

"Withdraw! Fuck, withdraw!

All to Lao Tzu withdraw! The old monkey's face turned pale, and he gave the order to retreat with a loud roar, and the sound even drowned out the sound of the cannonballs exploding.

"Company commander, if you withdraw from the position without permission, you will be shot." The deputy company commander was stupid at the time, pulling the old monkey's coat to persuade him.

"No matter how this battle is fought, it will be useful if our brothers die here. Remove!

Whoever the fuck doesn't withdraw, Lao Tzu killed him.

I give orders, I am responsible. In the future, he will be shot, and he will be the first to hit Lao Tzu's brain. ”

The old monkey was on fire, and roared with his Arca rifle.

"Company commander, I didn't mean that. I......! ”

"I don't have time to ink here, hurry up and withdraw to Lao Tzu.

Remove! Withdraw! ”

"What about the corpses of the brethren?" The deputy company commander thought of another question.

According to the rules, even if you retreat, you can't leave the corpse of your brother to the enemy to spoil it.

"I can't take care of it, I can't take care of the living, and I don't care about the dead." The old monkey cursed.

The old monkey roared, and all the Ming soldiers ran back as if they had been amnestied.

They are all veterans who are used to fighting and know what battles are good to fight and what are not easy to fight.

They all understood that there was no fight in this battle. If you hold on, you can only end up with the destruction of the whole army.

At this rate, the whole company can support for a maximum of an hour.

The Ming army fled the battlefield for the first time, and the French rushed forward with excited "whoops" and "whoops".

Since the battle on the outskirts of Tsaritsyn, there has never been such an easy victory.

Which time to conquer the position of the Ming army, it was not a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

In the end, the trenches were filled with corpses, so that they could fucking occupy the Ming position.

The old monkey glanced at the French soldiers who had caught up behind him, and a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Chase Lao Tzu, then chase well!"

The French soldiers chased and shot at the same time.

However, it is too difficult to shoot moving targets while running.

What's more, it's still nighttime and the sight is very poor.

The Ming army fled in disarray, and the French army also pursued fiercely.

Suddenly, a slight explosion sounded at the feet of the French soldiers who were rushing to the front.

It's not loud, but it's deadly.

A mine was stepped on and exploded, and the mine was not very powerful. However, dozens of steel balls have been embedded in the legs of French soldiers.

The French soldier fell to the ground, his scalp tingling as he heard the howl so terrible. It was no longer the voice of a man, but a demon from hell.

A French officer ran over and shot the soldier in the head.

The howl came to an abrupt end!

"Up! Capture a living Ming army and reward a thousand francs. ”

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