Shells fell like hailstones, but fortunately there were anti-artillery holes left by the British.

The squad and platoon leaders grabbed their soldiers and beckoned to drill into the anti-artillery hole.

After the rectification of the center, especially after the old guy Geng Zhongming became the director, many veterans had to go back from the front line to serve as platoon commanders.

The level of training of the recruits, that's a straight line up.

This has been followed by an increase in the proportion of training casualties among recruits.

Someone sued Geng Zhongming that he was too cruel to the recruits.

As a result, the report was sent to Li Xiao, who only wrote one line.

One pound of sweat is equal to ten pounds of blood!

Since then, no one has dared to question Geng Zhongming's training methods.

When conducting artillery avoidance training in Xi'an, live ammunition was also used.

Which bastard dug an anti-artillery hole that is not qualified, if you are unlucky, then you basically have no chance to come to Russia, and you will hang up in Xi'an.

The shelling ended, and the positions were silent. No one drilled out of the bomb holes, they were all waiting for the commander's order.

"Alert!" A voice rang out.

Soon the spearhead came out of the anti-artillery hole and lay down on the position to observe.

It was dawn, the sun had not yet come out, and there was no shadow of the enemy on the snow at all.

"Dodge the cannon!" The spearhead who heard the whistle of the cannonball fell back into the anti-artillery hole like a rabbit.

Soon, the second wave of artillery fire fell again.

Now the coalition forces have also learned wisely, and in the Ming Dynasty, the artillery tactics are constantly escalating.

Today, I have learned to attack with real and false artillery.

However, the Ming army was not stupid, especially the Mongolian battalion, which was used to fighting on the front line, was guarding against this hand.

After the first round of artillery fire, they would send their soldiers out to take a look.

When the enemy attacked, he howled, but if he didn't attack, he couldn't stop it, and Lao Tzu didn't go out in the anti-artillery hole.

The artillery of the British was strange, and the infantry did not attack with the shelling of artillery.

They fired cannons, as if they were pure demonstrations, or sued.

Lao Tzu also has cannons, don't be arrogant.

Two rounds of artillery were fired, and then there was no movement.

Bayan is a little confused, you are not neat.

If you want to do it, send the infantry directly to do it.

If it is not tidy, Lao Tzu will have to seize the time to repair the fortifications.

Soon, the spearhead ran out again.

Mosquito coils were seen in the binoculars, but a British soldier didn't see it.

In the end, Bayan thought that perhaps the British shells burned too much.

So, the Mongol men were tossed out again, continued to wave the sapper shovel pickaxes, and began to dig trenches.

After the sun came out, the situation became even more bizarre.

Hundreds of bold Ming troops drilled into the six kilometers of the British hinterland to repair fortifications and sweat like rain.

But the British side didn't seem to see it, what should they do.

There was even a convoy swaggering along the main road.

Even Bayan was a little confused, how much the British had this experience.

When this kind of thing happened to the Ming army, it had to gather men before dawn to recapture the lost position.

"You go, give the British convoy to Lao Tzu."

Bayan pointed to a convoy of two dozen wagons!

"Boss, let's say goodbye.

There are tens of thousands of Britons around, and we get into people's stomachs and beat other people's convoys.

You're not trying to provoke the British to beat us? ”

Hugjiril is extremely opposed to Bayan's order to die!

"No, it's too quiet. I don't know what the British are doing!

Besides, if there is something delicious in those carts, our brothers will also get them back and drive meat.

Taste the British stuff, what it tastes like. ”

"Boss, can you eat what the British make?

The last time the cans were seized, you said it was a piece of fucking shit. ”

Hugejirile rang out the last captured British can, and his stomach began to churn.

I don't know what the smell of that can is, but it stinks after opening it anyway. It also has a strong fishy smell!

There are hundreds of heroes in the whole camp, but no one has the courage to try to eat that can.

I had no choice but to throw the can to the dogs in the camp, but I didn't even eat the dogs.

Not only did he not eat it, but he also dug a pit and buried it.

Since then, the canned food of the British has a nickname in the Mongolian camp, and the dog ignores it!

"What nonsense!

You can do whatever you want, you are the battalion commander or the fucking Lao Tzu is the battalion commander?

Hurry up and kill that convoy for Lao Tzu. Get all the things in the car back for Lao Tzu. ”

"No!"

Hearing Bayan say this, Hugejirile didn't dare to fight back, and beckoned Lianli's brothers to rush forward.

Inside the telescope, Bayan didn't look carefully.

It's a group of black soldiers, to be exact.

In the British army, black soldiers were inferior.

They can only be responsible for logistics and transportation, and some jobs such as guarding warehouses.

Hugejirile rushed with people, and the MG34 machine gun swept away.

The black soldiers immediately threw their wagons and fled.

The speed at which they fled was much faster than the speed at which the Ming army charged.

So much so that when the Ming army rushed to the cart, the black soldiers had already run out a mile away.

"Fuck me, these guys are rabbits, running so fast." Bayan panted and watched the backs that were rapidly disappearing.

Guns were discarded everywhere on the ground, and when I checked the cart, I found that it was full of food.

There was that kind of hard bread, and there was canned food that the Mongolian battalion called Goubuli.

"Company commander, there's another one who didn't run." A soldier came out from under the wagon, and a black guy came out.

Hugjirile walked over and saw that this guy did not want to run, but had injured his leg.

Standing there like a red-crowned crane posing in the shape of a golden rooster independently!

"Take it back!" Hugejiril had no choice but to bring people back, and it was always good to have a living mouth.

I just don't know if this guy can understand people.

The British are indeed very strange, and they are taken to the convoy, and they are like no one.

This makes Bayan even more strange, what the hell are the British doing?

The most unpredictable thing is that not only did the British not move, but even the Ming side did not move.

No one launched an offensive on the front line, and no follow-up troops interspersed.

In the regiment, it seems that they have forgotten that they still have a battalion that has burrowed into the belly of the British army.

Then, an afternoon of time.

The Ming army was sleeping in the trenches and basking in the sun, which did not look like they were on the front line, but more like they were on their own positions.

I wanted to continue repairing the fortifications, but after checking it around, I felt that there was no need to repair it again.

Anyway, there is no reinforced concrete, and no matter how much soil is dug up, this is the virtue.

from day to night, until the moon has risen.

The Mongolian battalion still had no one to care about and no one asked, the British army ignored it, and the Ming Dynasty did not organize follow-up troops.

Bayan couldn't get in touch with the regiment, so he could only wait stupidly in the position.

"Cheer up, maybe the British will take advantage of the chaos to take advantage of the chaos to take back their positions at night." Bayan stared at the two eyes and swirled in front of the positions of the companies.

"The troops sleep in shifts, and the people are in the anti-artillery holes.

In the evening, just after dark, men were sent to go 800 meters away and lay anti-infantry mines. ”

The platoon commander is a veteran who only joined the army three months ago, and under the high casualty rate, as long as he survives a battle, he can basically become an officer.

"Hmmm!

In front of the position, it is necessary to lay mines for Lafa. ”

Bayan is still not at ease!

The so-called Rava mines are mines that are planted thirty or fifty meters in front of the position.

Such mines are generally very powerful and are pulled on a position with a rope.

When people come up over there, they pull the rope on this side.

It's so powerful that even a tank can blow it up.

"It's all buried, not to mention the front of the position. Even two meters in front of the position, small anti-infantry mines were laid. ”

"Damn, you're a shrewd kid.

Tell the brethren not to pee at night and step on it yourself. ”

Small anti-infantry mines, the size of a one-third grenade.

The so-called laying is actually throwing it on the ground.

It was white, not much different from snow in the moonlight.

Stepping on this thing won't cause much of an explosion, that is, half of the foot will be blown off.

It's impossible to die, but the pain is worse than death.

The infantry of the Ming army would carry this thing with them, and when they slept at night, they would throw a few three or five meters in front of the position.

No one stepped on it, and picked it up again the next morning.

Therefore, when the Ming army came out to pee at night, they would not run outside the trenches, and they would solve it themselves in the trenches.

Bayan walked along the company trenches and found nothing wrong.

Back in the trenches, the orderlies boiled a large pot of footwater.

No one dared to light a fire during the day, because the smoke would invite artillery fire.

It's much better at night, you can light a fire inside the trenches.

Generally boiled water!

In the company, boil a big pot that is not big enough for the guys to drink.

But there are few people in the battalion, not only can the big guys drink water, but they can also have water to wash their feet.

The basin is the washbasin of the British, and it is still copper.

Some say it may have been the British company commander who was killed.

Soak your feet and sweat all over, wipe your feet clean here, and snoring on that side.

I'm so tired, from the middle of the night last night to now, I haven't even closed my eyelids, and I have always been in a state of high tension.

Now the man was relieved, and immediately he fell asleep.

I slept beautifully, and when I woke up in the morning, Bayan even heard the crow calling.

There were no other birds on the battlefield but crows.

Putting on his shoes and new socks, Bayan stepped out of the underground bunker.

The sun was shining outside, and it was definitely a good winter day.

Glancing at my watch, it was eight o'clock in the morning.

"Why don't you shout Lao Tzu, what if the enemy attacks." Bayan was a little annoyed.

"What's the attack, there's been no movement all night.

Except for crows, there is not even a fox. ”

Hugh Jiril complained!

Bayan held a telescope, lying on the edge of the trench and carefully poked his head out, carefully observing his front line.

It's really like Hugejiril said, not to mention people, there are not even a few crows.

"What do you mean! Hit or not! ”

Bayan's heart began to be bottomless, and he felt as if he had been abandoned by the whole world.

Since the British convoy was wiped out, there has not been a single figure on the position for several kilometers.

"Who knows what's going on? The brothers had no idea what to do. ”

"Let people light a fire outside the trenches, as if we were cooking."

After looking at the telescope for a while, Bayan suddenly said.

"I said battalion commander, it's daytime. If it's smoking, it's no joke to be shot! ”

"You stupid!

Ignition is to let them blow up.

I'd like to see if there's anyone in this place. ”

"No!"

Soon, several piles of dry firewood were lit outside the position.

When the fire was blazing, several sappers shoveled snow and threw it on it.

After a while, thick smoke came out.

Plumes of smoke rose into the sky, and they could be seen clearly from two kilometers away.

Bayan nibbled on the cake in his mouth and scooped up the canned beef with a spoon.

Pick up a telescope from time to time and look into the distance.

The two sides of the position were quiet, there was no artillery, no one attacked, not even a reconnaissance.

Bayan was suspicious that only their Mongolian camp was left between heaven and earth.

For a morning, the big guy was squatting in the trench with a gun. Some of them are bold and simply stand up and bask in the sun.

Anyway, the trench is two meters deep, and even if you stand up, the bullets from the opposite side will not hit you.

"Battalion commander, what's going on.

Why don't you send someone back and have a look? ”

Hugejiril was most familiar with Bayan, and Bayan's command was also on his position.

The two of them leaned in the trench, and the sun could reach their upper bodies.

Bayan closed his eyes and enjoyed the leisure of the battlefield.

From Kharkov to the present, there have been many battles, and there have been many births and deaths.

But there really wasn't a comfortable basking in the sun behind the enemy's rear like now.

"Who to send? You.

Around us, there are tens of thousands of Britons.

You send three or five people back to ask for a message, just for a message, and let them go to their deaths?

Stay here, the British will not attack.

We're here to lean on!

Anyway, yesterday we confiscated twenty carts of things, and we won't eat the canned food if the dog ignores it, and we can still eat the bread and English wheat.

With the ones we have with us, I don't think there will be any problems at all if we stay for another three or five days.

The British will not always let us be like this, and the above will not leave us behind the British.

Look, maybe there's some kind of demon to do. ”

"So what are we going to do here?"

"Don't wait, what else do you want to do. In broad daylight, you want to go out and die.

Take advantage of the good sun and bask in the sun.

Maybe there's a fierce battle at night. ”

"Boss, don't say such unlucky things.

I'm looking at it, and we'll come in in the evening.

This kind of worrying day is really too difficult, and I miss Tsaritsyn a little. ”

"You can sleep well in the afternoon, and in the evening, you will send out a platoon to reconnoitre.

See where the British have gone, remember!

If you encounter resistance from the British, retreat, don't be reckless and follow others. ”

Bayan actually wanted to scout last night, but he always felt that the enemy would sneak attack last night.

Unexpectedly, last night was very peaceful.

"My boss, we don't have a fool here. One person singled out tens of thousands of stupid things, and he didn't even think about it. ”

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