"Sir, Brauchitsch's family got out of the car while they were parking in Almaty.

As a result, when local bandits kidnapped the ticket, our personnel rescued it in a very timely ......! ”

When Lu Zhu spoke, the corner of his eye glanced at Li Xiao's face.

"Dead?" Li Xiao smoked a cigar and looked at the military newspaper, without raising his eyelids.

"Yes! The bandits are quick to get started, and we ...... I didn't have time. ”

"Brauchitsch was a good man and an old friend of the Ming Dynasty, and he died, and his family was martyred.

Ay......!

Let's bury it thickly, and the murderer must be investigated to the end, no matter who it is, they must make them pay the price. ”

"No! Nian Qianyao's team has been sent to do it, and it is estimated that it will be done soon. ”

"Oh, Nian Qianyao's commando.

Okay, kill chickens with a knife.

It's okay to let them test it, they will be of great use in the future. The knife must also see blood in order to have a murderous aura. ”

"No!"

"That's right! Brauchitsch's daughter, who was with me the other day in charge of translating the material, should be properly protected.

Brauchitsch has such a bone and blood left, and we can't be sorry for our old friend. ”

"Uh......!

When Miss Peggy was sent back to Daming yesterday, she suddenly broke away from our supervision at the landing field.

We're chasing, Miss Peggy......! ”

"What's wrong?" Li Xiao still didn't raise his head.

"Miss Peggy was killed in a car accident."

"Car accidents? Then arrest the perpetrators, these stunned young people, driving a car is like flying an airplane.

They should be arrested and severely punished to set an example.

This month, there were more than a hundred car accidents in Moscow, killing more than 80 people.

It's time to take care of it. ”

"Uh......!" Green Bead immediately had a stool on her face.

"What's wrong? Have scruples? Li Xiao put down the military newspaper and looked at the embarrassed green beads.

"Uh......!

It was the young marshal who hit the person, he drank wine, and he was going to take the landing to see off Miss Peggy, but the result was ......! ”

"Okay! Sending people on the road becomes sending people to God.

Drunk and driving.

Seven days of confinement. ”

"Zhao Liangdong had a conflict with the guards, and was accidentally injured by the guards."

"Li Lin drank and drove, and he didn't stop him, and he was locked up for seven days."

"No!" Lu Zhu walked out of Li Xiao's office with ease.

Rasputin died, as did Brauchitsch. Now even Brauchitsch's entire family is dead, and the rest of the insiders are all Ming people.

The events of that night, there is no more trouble with secrecy.

Rasputin's body had been burned to ashes, and Brauchitsch had not even left his ashes, but threw them into the sea and fed them to the sharks.

Now that the entire Brauchitsch family has been thrown into the crematorium, this matter has become a secret history that no one knows.

It's just that because of this incident, the young marshal was involved in squatting in the confinement room, which was inevitably a fly in the ointment.

These people under him became more and more useless, and they didn't recognize that it was the young marshal's car.

If you really hurt the young marshal, I'm afraid you will have to move your own head.

Li Xiao was not distracted by his son's affairs, and was still watching the military newspaper.

On the southern front, units are conducting frequent fire reconnaissance.

The intensity became greater and greater each time, making the French army loud and noisy.

According to rumors, the French Emperor Napoleon had left Paris and returned to the Kiev command.

The source of the rumors was the Paris daily newspaper, and a group of people under Green Pearl censored newspapers around the world and then used the radio to inform the intelligence services in Sicily.

In the end, it was able to reach Li Xiao in Moscow.

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Bayan looked back at his men, but in a few months, he had gone from a big-headed soldier to a battalion commander.

The speed of the ascent is comparable to that of a helicopter, but it corresponds to the 90 percent casualty rate of the Mongolian battalion.

Participated in the Battle of Kharkov, and has survived to the present, the most important is Hugejizhil, whose current position is acting company commander.

In the past six months, the Mongolian battalion has experienced the experience of being defeated and then reorganized, and then reorganized, and then reorganized, and then reorganized.

Even Bayan doesn't remember how many times he made up for it.

Anyway, I heard from the logistics officer that a battalion-level unit has more than 8,000 people coming in from front to back.

This is the first in the entire Ming army!

These people behind him are basically all children of poor herdsmen.

If there is a way to live, he will never come to this battalion of nine deaths to serve as a soldier.

Only a few are the second sons of rich families, and they have no chance to become the sons of Shouzao, so they can only come out and fight while they are young.

After all, the families of the dead Mongolian battalion soldiers received a lot of pensions.

Those who are disabled can still go to live in the Western Regions, and I heard that they receive a stipend every month.

There are no veterans in the Mongolian battalion, and a battalion with a casualty rate of 90 percent cannot survive veterans.

Fortunately, these people have all been trained at the Xi'an Rehabilitation Center.

At least, there is no need for officers to teach them how to shoot guns.

Today's mission is fire reconnaissance, and Bayan feels that the mission sent down by Shangfeng should be disgusted that the casualty ratio of the Mongolian battalion has not reached 100%.

The moon in the sky was very round, and the binoculars could clearly see the British soldiers in the trenches shrinking their heads and stomping their feet.

The British soldiers were easy to recognize, because their steel helmets looked awkward, as if they were plates.

Fought the French, the Italians, the Swiss, the Spaniards, and this time the British.

It is widely accepted that the Italians are the most difficult to fight. Then the Spaniards, then the French.

The strongest fighters are actually the Swiss, they have good marksmanship and strong bodies.

The most important thing is that the fighting will is very tenacious, and they tend to fight until the end.

A position was defeated, and I was stunned that I didn't see a single Swiss man.

It is popular in the whole army that it is better to fight a regiment in France than a company in Switzerland.

It's so cold that your feet will go numb when you stand for a while.

Bayan, who lurked in the middle of the night, already felt that his feet were not his own!

The lurking place is a barren beach, and the low weeds are all rocks underneath.

The people of the Mongolian camp were all wearing snow-white sheets and lying quietly in the snow.

Recruits have one or another problem, but one thing is better, and that is obedience.

If you don't let it move, there really isn't a single one who moves.

Watching, the morning star rises.

When it was dark, Bayan glanced nervously at his watch.

Before I could see the hands on my watch, I felt a thrust in my chest.

Looking up, he saw a huge fire coming out of the British position.

This is a 155-mm howitzer in the regiment, and the shell is half the size of Bayan's body.

With one shot, it can blow up a pit five or six meters deep in the ground.

Seeing the British troops in the telescope flying into the sky just now, he was almost a kilometer away from the enemy's position, but he could still feel the shaking of the earth.

"Toot! Honk! Honk! Bayan hurriedly blew the whistle, but only the sound of a fart was loud.

When I got closer, I saw that the fuck was frozen.

I could only take the whistle in my mouth and lick it a few times with my tongue before I took it out and blew it again.

"Toot! Honk! Honk! ”

The whistle blew, and all the soldiers of the Mongolian battalion stood up. On a front of two or three kilometers long, charge at the British.

The early hours of the morning were the time when people slept most energetically, and the British, who were awakened by artillery fire, never thought that the Ming army would attack at this time.

A 155 howitzer shell smashed directly on the bunker, and a squad of British soldiers was wiped out before they could get out of the bunker.

Bayan ran "snort" and "snort", and after a while, he felt that his feet were his own again.

It's just that the feeling of numbness, itching and pain almost drove him crazy.

Looking at Hugejirile more than 100 meters in front, this little bastard ran up and jumped, and it didn't look much better.

Everyone rushed forward vigorously, feeling the wind whirring in their ears.

Over there, 155 had already finished three volleys and began to shoot in depth.

Now it is the battalion howitzer battery that is bombing the positions of the British.

Six howitzers were hidden under a small plateau a little over three kilometres away, and the observation post was on top of it.

The shells can be said to be chasing the British feet, and as long as the British find people running on their positions, the shells will be beckoned in less than ten seconds.

The artillery company is the place with the largest number of veterans in the battalion, and almost all of the 10 percent veterans are in the artillery company.

The artillery fire was well connected, and the British were subjected to large artillery bombardment and small artillery bombardment.

The mortar platoons of each company rushed to a distance of 500 meters and found a place to set up mortars.

The sharp knife squads of each company had already rushed to a distance of three hundred meters from the British.

The battalion howitzers also began to shoot extended.

If you fight again, you will blow up your own people.

The howitzers stopped, and the mortars were in spirit.

In the darkness, the muzzle fire was very clearly visible.

Wherever there is a fire, mortar shells follow and hail for that place.

The British either chose to change places with one shot, or they would beat shrapnel into a sieve.

Even so, the casualties were not small.

After all, when a mortar comes down, the shrapnel kill radius is seven meters.

And the mortars of the Ming army, in order to increase the hit rate, generally fired a salvo at a two-shot target.

Man is not a machine, and not everyone can run out of a dozen shells in a matter of seconds.

The most unfortunate were the machine guns of the British, most of which were covered by mortar guns as soon as they fired a few shots.

The machine-gun shooters who forced the British only dared to shoot short shots.

However, shooters who dare to interrupt point fire generally have good marksmanship.

In the sharp knife squad that rushed to the front, many soldiers were swept down by machine guns.

What's even worse is that the British mortars also reacted and began to fire sporadically at the Ming army.

Under the cover of artillery fire, the sharp knife squad rushed directly to a distance of several tens of meters.

The fighters were in a battle group of three people, constantly rolling forward and leaping forward, one person acting, and two people shooting and covering.

Although there were casualties, they were not large, but they were more physically demanding.

"Damn it, you fucking keep your cannonballs for the grenadiers." Seeing that the knife squad was almost dead, Hugjiril slapped the grenadier in the face.

Generally speaking, the grenadiers follow the company commander, and they are the heavy firepower in the hands of the company commander during the charge.

"No!" Wiping a handful of nosebleeds that had been drawn, the grenadier immediately fell to one knee on the ground.

Stretch out your arms flat, and raise your thumbs high to calculate the yuan.

"Tom!"

"Tom!"

"Tom!"

Three grenadiers were fired at the same time, and Hughjiril watched as the machine gun and the machine gunner were blown into the sky.

"! After the fight, you will be rewarded with a bottle of old dragon's mouth. ”

Hugejiril excitedly patted the grenadier on the shoulder!

Selectively ignored, the kid was still bleeding from his nose.

"No!

Don't dare to deceive, sir! ”

The rammer actually grinned.

The knife platoon has rushed to the British position, and the next thing is about rifles and grenades.

It has little to do with grenadiers!

Bayan looked at the watch issued in Moscow, and it only took more than 20 minutes from the 155 howitzer being smashed down to the time the gunfire gradually thinned out.

When the correspondents sent by the companies reported the number of enemies destroyed, there was only a little more than one company.

No wonder it is said that it was so easy to play.

The order of the regiment was to defend on the spot after taking the position.

It seems that the regiment does not intend to give up if it occupies this place.

"The companies strengthened their positions and built ring fortifications.

The artillery company, pulled into the middle of the ring fortifications.

In the communication class, the telephone line is pulled to each company. ”

Bayan began to give orders and prepared to hold on.

After the order is given, it is customary to open the map in the hard folder.

This is a mistake that I developed during training, and I studied the map whenever I had time.

Their position was a stronghold about six kilometers behind the junction of the British and French, which happened to be stuck on a road.

Although the British and French did not have tractors, their carriages were more in need of roads.

Because tractors can travel off-road, horse-drawn carriages cannot.

As long as the wheels sink into the ground, it is useless for you to smoke the horse to death.

In such an important stronghold, there was actually only one company on the defensive.

Although the battle was won, Bayan also knew it. The Mongol battalion slipped in along the gap in the battle line, and it was not so easy to get out.

That's why, he thinks it's not enough to dislike the casualties of the Mongol battalion.

The Mongol battalion was now alone six kilometers behind the battle line, that is, surrounded by the enemy on all sides.

It is estimated that from the beginning of dawn, the Mongolian battalion will be attacked by wave after wave of coalition forces.

And they are attacking from all directions.

I don't know what kind of charter the regiment is, anyway, the order of the regiment is to wait for help.

Whether he can hold on to it or not, Bayan doesn't have a score in his heart.

When the company got the order, it began to toss.

The craters that had just been blown up by the 155 shells were all turned into foxholes.

Everyone had to dig a foxhole, but this foxhole had to be filled in.

Otherwise, there is a danger that people will not be able to climb up if they fall into it.

However, this place is very suitable for mortar positions.

Mortars are hidden here, and they can't be seen outside with binoculars.

Howitzer position, hidden on the edge of a forest.

Bayan felt that if it was placed in the forest, it would definitely be shelled.

Because within a few kilometers, there is such a forest.

This side is not done yet, and the artillery shells of the coalition forces over there have already smashed over.

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