"Shrink your ground!" After once again repelling the British attack, the Mongol battalion had already suffered more than half of its casualties.

A battalion of several hundred people is okay to defend a position several kilometers long when it is fully loaded.

Most companies can also set aside one or two squads as reserves.

But now it's over, under the attack from both sides, more than half of the casualties of the whole battalion.

In any case, the Mongol battalion could no longer defend such a long position.

Explosions rang out one after another, and the earth and rocks were directly overturned into the sky by the huge explosion power.

The trenches dug by the British, reinforced by the Mongol battalions, were blown up one by one.

The trench, which was two meters deep, was also filled in a lot by the blasted earth and rocks.

The position was now reduced to less than a kilometer, and there was no need for anything on the flanks, directly blocking the road necessary for the British army to retreat.

The artillery company has now all picked up its guns and has directly turned into infantry.

There is no way to do it, the cannons have all been destroyed, even the cannon that was put together from a few broken cannons has also been destroyed.

The infantrymen could only pick up their rifles and stay in the trenches like the infantry.

Now the whole battalion of clerical and cooking classes is on the battlefield, not to mention their artillerymen.

The remaining shells were buried directly in the earth, and the fuses were twisted into instantaneous.

Not to mention that people step on it, as long as a small rock hits it, it will explode.

Liu Wenzheng, commander of the Ninth Division, is now extremely nervous.

He was afraid that the Mongol battalion would not be able to withstand it, and if it could not withstand it, the 60,000 British soldiers would flee along that road.

The war of annihilation has become a war of defeat.

The marshal once said that it is better not to fight a rout battle. A lot of manpower, material and financial resources were wasted, but not many enemies were killed.

The seizure of land meant nothing to the Ming army.

Because the land is Russian, it is impossible for the Ming Dynasty to go thousands of miles away to grab the land of the Russians.

For the Ming Dynasty, the purpose of the war was to destroy Europe's war capability and potential.

Let the Europeans, at least for fifty years, no longer have the ability to wage war.

For the Ming army, the task was to take out more European troops.

In the middle of the morning, napalm, heavy artillery, and even the 480-millimeter train guns that had just arrived from Tsaritsyn were all pulled up.

The reinforced concrete strongholds at the front of the British army were opened one after another, like cans.

The two thickest forts are only three meters above the ground, but the reinforced concrete is up to two meters thick.

155 shells smashed up, but it just gnawed off a layer of skin.

The 480-mm train guns, with only seven cannons, blew up two fortresses into the sky.

What makes Liu Wenzheng grit his teeth is that no matter how ferocious he attacks, no matter how he gives full play to the artillery advantage of the Ming army.

Even the British positions were plowed directly with rockets, and when the attack was launched again, bullets still came from the British positions.

The more than ten meters of soil slope that was piled up by hand became an insurmountable moat for the Ming army.

It was really impossible to stand it, and Liu Wenzheng bet on the heavy troops assigned to him, the tank battalions under the two group armies.

This is also the only formed tank unit on the Southern Front!

With the roar of machinery, driven by powerful diesel engines, the steel monsters cover the infantry and begin to charge.

Five pairs of load-bearing wheels of the No. 4 tank, with the round turret hatch erected, carefully poked its head out, shrunk behind the hatch and observed the battlefield.

The field of view inside the tank is so narrow that as long as it's not too dangerous, commanders like to poke their heads out to observe the battlefield.

Below the commander is the driver.

The commander's foot is on the driver's shoulder, and if he kicks his left shoulder, he turns left, and when he kicks his right shoulder, he turns right.

Kick your head, that's straight forward!

Each tanker wore a heavy tank cap, and some even wore masks.

They care more than anyone about the washing of the car captain's feet!

The gunner was next to the commander, and being slapped with one slap was a cannon, and being slapped twice was a few shots.

The gunner also has someone to bully, and that is the loader.

Hitting with a fist is a blasting bomb, poking with a finger is a grenade, and if you slap it, it's powerful, incendiary bomb!

The unlucky ones are even the loaders and drivers, who have been completely reduced to the bottom of the tank biosphere.

I was kicked and beaten by this and that all day long, and I couldn't fight back.

After all, people are also needed for work.

The commander operated a 12.7mm machine gun on the roof of the car, and from time to time fired a string of tracer rounds.

This heavy machine gun is not loaded with other bullets, only tracer rounds.

A string of tracer bullets flew out, directly indicating the target, and the gunner followed the tracer bullet to shoot at the target.

As for the bomb, that's what he has to think about.

The infantrymen followed closely behind the tank, and no one cared about the tank's smoky exhaust.

The closer you get to the tank, the better, and listen to the tinkling of bullets on the tank.

Small-caliber guns hit the turret of a tank and will be bounced off with a "ding".

With the presence of the Mongol battalion, the depth of the British was only six kilometers.

The large-caliber artillery ploughed the same artillery fire, and under the watchful eye of bombers like falcons in the sky, there was no hope of survival at all.

As for the famous 88 anti-aircraft guns, as long as they outcrop, they will be covered by key artillery fire.

The tank is like an invulnerable Xuanwu, arrogantly advancing across the land.

British snipers and machine gunners are all frantically pumping out at tanks.

Mortar shells were constantly exploding around the tank, but most of the shrednel was blocked by the tank's tall body.

There were only a few fragments, which wounded the infantry hiding behind the tank.

But no matter how they output, the only thing that hurts the most can only be the paint on the tank.

The tank gun, as a direct-aim artillery, kept an eye on the British firepower.

High-explosive shells exploded directly at the point of fire of the machine guns, and the strong explosion wave directly lifted both men and machine guns.

The tanks drove fifty or sixty meters to the front line, and the side-by-side machine guns swept at the infantry.

The British soldiers did not dare to show their heads at all, so they could only hide in the trenches.

Several British soldiers were so angry that they poked their heads out and tried to shoot, but before they could pull the trigger, they were hit in the head by a volley of machine-gun bullets.

Ming soldiers, while firing, approached the British trenches.

Seeing the British soldier outcropping, the people in the back shot and the people in front threw grenades.

The artillery of the whole division is going all out to extend the artillery fire and suppress the artillery of the British army's large and small calibers.

The battlefield became a stage for artillery shells, and the shells of both sides were so dense that they collided and exploded in the air.

No matter how tenaciously the British counterattacked, with the blessing of tanks, the Ninth Division still took the front line of the British army.

The British soldiers, who were scattered, ran to the rear like a tidal wave.

Bayan soon spotted the fleeing British!

"Why are there so many cavalrymen, and they are all officers." The British were still attacking, but there were already people running along the road.

"Those few, those who rode horses, kill them."

Bayan pointed at the men and yelled, and the Heavy immediately took aim and swept over.

The guy who was galloping on his horse was immediately swept down by a rain of machine-gun bullets.

There is no way, the cavalry target is big.

The British attack on the positions of the Mongol battalion was close to madness, and the infantry of the whole company and battalion rushed over in a frenzy.

But in the face of the frantic strafing of automatic weapons and the barrage of mortars, no one could rush through the line of fire of the Ming army.

This kind of group charge can only cause more casualties.

"Battalion commander, the mortar is out of shells."

At the critical moment, the mortar suddenly stopped.

"!"

Looking a few hundred meters away, the British organized a charge again, and Bayan's eyes were about to pop out.

The whole battalion has been fighting so far, and it is almost running out of ammunition and food.

In fact, it is not easy to survive until now just by relying on the ammunition that is carried.

"The gunners all took their weapons and went into the trenches to fight with the infantry."

Bayan has no choice, since the mortars are out of shells, let's just be an infantryman.

Fortunately, there are also grenadiers to hold up.

But Bayan underestimated the tenacity of the British army, and these people kept crawling towards the Ming army's position as if they were dying.

The Makqin machine gun fired loudly, and bullets rained down on the Ming position.

Mortars chased the Ming machine guns, and as long as the location of the machine guns was discovered, at least a dozen mortars would launch a salvo.

In just over half an hour, all the machine guns of the Mongolian battalion were destroyed.

The attenuation of firepower greatly boosted the morale of the British army.

They frantically approached the trenches of the Mongolian battalion, and both sides had already climbed to the distance of throwing grenades at each other.

A dozen guys, and even climbed to a distance of more than thirty meters.

"Boom!" There was an earth-shattering explosion, and the two British soldiers who climbed up were blown into the sky.

The scattered shrapnel blew up an unlucky Ming army.

Bayan was also a little bit closer, and a shrapnel with a whistle smashed less than five meters beside Bayan.

Sharp shrapnel emitted green smoke, and this thing beckoned to you...... If you don't die, you will be wasted.

This is a bomb buried in the earth, and the battle has reached this point, and the anti-infantry mines have long been used up.

"Brothers, them down."

Bayan knew that if these people rushed up and became entangled with the Ming army.

The British troops that rushed up behind them could completely engulf them.

"Kill!"

Hugjiri took the lead, carrying sapper shovels and revolvers.

The weapon of the Ming army's fighting is basically a sapper shovel. This thing is ground by the sand so quickly that it will immediately peel off the flesh when scratched on the body.

Of course, the main weapon of the Ming army was still the revolver.

The exception was Hugejiril, who carried a twenty-round box cannon.

This thing has three times as much ammunition as a revolver, and if everyone has this guy in their hands, these dozen British soldiers are simply not enough for a spoonful of stew.

Sure enough, the hand-to-hand combat lasted only a minute or two before it ended.

A dozen Britons approaching the trenches were all killed by revolvers.

From a hundred meters to a few hundred meters, there are still companies and battalions of British troops, launching a group charge.

Bayan's heart was cold, and now the Mongol battalion not only lost shells, but also lost all the machine guns.

Even the infantry, there is not much ammunition available.

As for the grenades, they have long been thrown out.

When the enemy rushes up again, they can really only fight with sapper shovels and revolvers.

Can......

Can that beat the outnumbered, well-armed British army?

Just when Bayan was on the verge of despair, the roar of the engine was heard in the sky again.

The ship-shaped bomb was dropped again, and a sky-high fire dragon rose from the ground in an instant.

The fiery dragon devoured everything it encountered, including the British who were screaming and charging with a "whoop" and "whoop".

The British soldiers, whose bodies were on fire, scurried around like rats.

They wailed in despair, as if it had come to the end of the world.

This time, twenty came from the sky, a whole squadron of Stuka.

Ship-shaped bombs were dropped one after another, and the sides of the Mongol battalion's position were almost engulfed in flames.

The soldiers of the Mongolian battalion did not dare to show their heads, and their faces were burned hot and painful from a distance of five or six hundred meters.

Five hundred meters away, the smell of burnt skin and flesh smoked people's heads hurt.

Even Hugejiril, who crawled out of the pile of dead people, lay in the trench and vomited.

"How the are you going to let people eat roasted whole sheep in the future." After vomiting, Hugejirile squatted on the ground and shook his head.

Now the smell of barbecue is disgusting!

"Grow your heart!

Without these bastards in the sky, you're a fucking roasted sheep. ”

"Battalion commander, as far as you chicken thief knows, wear a mask."

Glancing at Bayan, Hugejirile's eyes were full of resentment.

He actually brought a mask with him, but he didn't have any paper to last night, and he couldn't find anything else to use.

The fire burned widely, and the Mongol battalion lost the pressure on both sides and began to deal with the British rout on the road with all their might.

The Arca rifle was like a target, shooting at the British troops more than a hundred meters away.

You don't need to aim at all, the team is too dense, and it's more difficult to miss than to hit.

On the highway, it can only be described as a river of corpses strewn all over the field.

Everywhere were the British soldiers who had been hit, the dead lying directly on the road, and those who were wounded were trampled on by an unknown number of pairs of big feet.

At first, I could howl and scream twice, but soon, people stopped screaming.

On the road, the corpses pillowed the corpses, and the corpses were stacked on top of each other, and there was a section of road about two or three hundred meters long, and the corpses were stacked on three or four floors.

Far away, two or three kilometers away, the roar of tanks could already be heard.

These steel monsters, with fire on their tracks, continued to crush forward.

The mortar position was crushed directly into the ground.

The guy who didn't have time to escape was knocked down by the tank and crushed into a meatloaf.

The anti-aircraft machine gun on top of the turret constantly spat out tongues of fire.

The British soldiers who fled were shot like bald men one by one.

Inside the trenches, Ming soldiers were searching for the remnants of the British with Arca rifles and grenades.

The ten-kilometer-long British defense line completely collapsed, and Haig could only watch his soldiers run for their lives in a frenzy.

"Gather the defeated soldiers and use them. Be sure to hold the second line of defense! ”

Haig put down his binoculars and sighed helplessly.

He was sure that the attacking Ming army was less than 20,000 men.

He had an army of 75,000 men, but he could not withstand the attack of more than 10,000 people.

The elite Royal Rifle Regiment was dispatched, but it couldn't even take the positions of hundreds of Ming troops.