When the mines were laid, there were scattered people who retreated.

Fortunately, there is a passage in the minefield for these people who are finally cut off.

The people who ran by were very scattered, in groups of three or five.

There was even a guy running away with a gun!

Others threw away their guns and ran bare-handed.

"Be in good spirits, the Hebrews are coming."

The old monkey beckoned the sappers to come back, and looked into the distance with his binoculars.

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, the first Hebrew finally appeared in the telescope.

And then the second, the third......

There was a whole platoon, searching and advancing in battle formation.

Ding San was lying in the trench, and the sniper rifle in his hand had been set up.

With the bracket, the stability of the gun will be much better.

The trigger was pulled, and the guy in the middle fell to the ground.

At a distance of more than 800 meters, he could be killed with one shot, and the whole company was shouting hello to Ding San.

Ding San didn't move the nest, and it was another shot.

A Hebrew soldier crouched on the ground, ready to shoot in a crouching position, also lay on the ground.

Ding San quickly put away his gun, ran out twenty or thirty meters along the trench, and sat down next to the old monkey.

"Kill two, that place can't stay any longer." Before the words fell, several mortar shells smashed into the place where Ding San had just stood.

Shaking off the dust on his head, Ding San poked his head out and took a look.

The Hebrews were all lying on the ground, slowly crawling backwards.

"The mortar is in the barley over there." The old monkey pointed to the barley in the distance.

To say that the land of Ukraine is fertile, the land is not planted, and the weeds grow more than one person tall.

The mortars were hidden in the barley and were not visible at all.

That is, the old monkey is sharp-eyed!

With the little smoke coming out of the muzzle of the mortar, the location of the mortar was discovered.

Seeing it, he reported his position to the Computer.

Soon, the calculation soldier shook the phone, reported the coordinates here, and the shells came over there.

The artillery battalions directly under the regiment are all 120 howitzers.

Nine guns fired together and fired two salvos!

It wasn't until I saw the mortar shell detonating in the telescope that the calculator applauded again.

Accurate sniping, large-caliber tactical howitzer.

The Hebrews quickly reacted that they had been sniped by the Ming army.

The Russian army does not have such trained snipers, nor does it have such large-caliber artillery support.

One and two zero howitzers, there are not a few divisions of the Russian army.

How can it be as bold as the Ming army, there are artillery battalions in the regiment.

The Hebrews of that platoon didn't please either, and the calculating soldier calculated the shooting, shook the phone and reported to the back.

The 120 howitzer was just a cover shot, and that platoon was left with no one alive.

There is no way, these people are lying on the ground in order to avoid snipers.

In such close contact with Mother Earth, the shells fell, and the internal organs were shattered.

A front row was eliminated, and there was no movement on the Hebrew side.

When encountering the elite of the Ming army, the Hebrews were still more cautious.

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

The continuous flares illuminated the front of the Ming army's position.

The old monkey lay in the trench with a binocular.

It's probably the most pleasant time of the year, with no flies, no ants, and no annoying mosquitoes.

Ding San lay beside the old monkey and gulped into the canned luncheon meat.

"You can eat this thing so deliciously, give you this." The old monkey couldn't stand the sound of Ding San's lips, and opened his backpack and threw a can of canned beef to him.

This is not the canned beef of the Ming army, but the canned beef that was exchanged with the Germans when they were stationed on the Smolensk front.

"To say that this Hebrew canned beef is authentic, a lump of beef, not even a single bone residue.

It's a grade like our original canned beef, and I don't know what I think above, so I've replaced it with luncheon meat.

This thing is unpalatable! ”

Ding San opened the can while muttering.

"Look at you like that, you can't catch up with a good old girl.

Eating canned food can't stop your mouth!

Lunch meat is unpalatable, and you don't have a damn lack of food. ”

The old monkey looked at the darkness in the distance and said angrily.

"They said that we can't afford to fight the Ming Dynasty.

The cow couldn't keep up with the pace of eating, so the canned beef was replaced with canned luncheon meat. ”

"If the war is fought like this, I'm afraid no one can afford to fight.

A shell cost more than 50 silver dollars, and in the afternoon, the two salvos directly killed more than 1,000 silver dollars.

Let's Ming, how many people have a year's income, and the annual income is only a few dozen silver dollars.

A thousand silver dollars, how many people can be fed. ”

"One thousand silver dollars, I used to think it was a big number.

But now I don't think it's too much. ”

"Eating it, I can't stop your mouth.

The money obtained from the resale of military supplies was collected in a down-to-earth manner.

For most of my life, I will live on this money.

Eating bran swallow vegetables, it is still rich and expensive, all depends on the past few years of hard work.

In this life, how can there be a few opportunities to fight.

If we have such an opportunity, we have to get enough. ”

"Humph!

I'm afraid that I have my life to make money, and I don't have my life to spend this money.

Let's talk about it after tonight, I always feel that tonight is not going to be easy. ”

"It's half past six, and it's going to be a little bit in an hour and a half.

As soon as eight o'clock arrived, the big guy got on the tractor and whirred.

On this position, Lao Tzu fucking buried mines for him. ”

The old monkey looked at his pocket watch, and the hour and minute hands were together.

It's getting closer and closer to the time to evacuate!

"I said this early, I thought it wasn't that simple." Ding San muttered as he ate canned beef.

"Shut your crow's mouth, baa Retreat at eight, retreat at eight, on time! On time! The old monkey took two mouthfuls and kept muttering.

Whatever he said, the messenger ran over with the notice.

"Company commander, there is a new order from the regiment, saying that we should hold on until eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Look, what did I say?" Ding San smiled evilly.

"Dog's day, do you want us to stay until eight o'clock tomorrow morning?

a company guarding a two-kilometer front and guarding it all night? What about playing? ”

The old monkey jumped up and was about to run to ask for a phone.

"Forget it!

What are you talking to the head of the regiment?

The person is the colonel and the regimental commander, and you are the captain and company commander, you don't know how many levels there are?

The official level crushes people to death, and the other person's official can crush you into a cake. ”

The old monkey sat down in the trench in a huff, and he also knew that it was useless to run to the regiment commander to theorize.

"You say, all day long watching people retreat.

It was only in the evening that I saw a platoon of Hebrew troops, and of course you were asked to hold out for a little longer.

Anyway, you won't have any casualties this day.

I think the moon is still in place tonight, and with flares, it should be quite bright. ”

Ding San looked up and saw that there was a half-moon hanging in the sky, which was coming out of the clouds.

"I didn't do that!"

"Is there any, it's still the same sentence, people are big and you are small. People have big mouths and small mouths, when do you have the ability to be a colonel and regimental commander? ”

The two of them were grinding their teeth here when suddenly they looked at each other.

"Shelling, get into cover!" The old monkey shouted, turned his head and went into the bomb hole.

In fact, this kind of pre-war firepower attack really couldn't kill a few people.

Especially experienced veterans like the old monkeys, many times the shells have not yet landed, and these guys have already drilled into the anti-artillery holes.

Sure enough, after drilling into the anti-artillery hole, the first shell fell.

Ding San carefully put the canned beef into his arms, and the dust shaken down by the cannonballs fell all over his face.

The artillery fire lasted only five minutes, and as soon as the shelling stopped, the old monkey drilled out of the anti-artillery hole.

"Each platoon sent two observation posts, and the rest stayed in the anti-artillery hole, and no one was allowed to come out for Lao Tzu."

The old monkey roared loudly with a broken gong.

The recruits who had just come out were immediately kicked back by the officers' big feet.

The shelling stopped, and everywhere there was a strong smell of gunsmoke.

After the old monkey gave the order, he got into the anti-artillery hole himself.

The position was quiet, and there was no news of the enemy's attack from the guard post.

If it weren't for the crater smashed by the shells and the wild grass ignited by the artillery fire, it would have been as if nothing had happened.

It lasted ten minutes, and then two rounds of firepower.

This time the shelling was even more intense than the last one, and the shells fell densely for twenty minutes.

Listen to the sound, there are even a hundred and fifty mm heavy artillery.

Ding San and the old monkey in the anti-artillery hole were shocked like riding a boat.

The old monkey listened to the sound of heavy artillery, and his scalp was numb!

It's time to fight for character!

A 150-millimeter heavy gun, smashed down by a shell, is far from being able to withstand such anti-artillery holes.

If anyone is unlucky and happens to come across this thing and smash it on the head, the best outcome is to finish the battle and dig out two pieces of meat from the soil.

The shelling lasted more than twenty minutes and stopped again!

This time, no one dared to go out again.

Both officers and soldiers admired the company commander to death.

If it weren't for the company commander's advice, it would be hard to say how many big guys would survive on the battlefield at this time.

To the old monkey's surprise, there was still no news of the enemy's attack from the observation post in front.

This made the old monkey a little uneasy, what the hell were these Hebrews going to do.

"No, I'm not worried about these boys, I'll go out and have a look." The old monkey muttered and got out of the bomb hole.

As soon as it got out, the shells fell again.

Frightened, the old monkey hurriedly got into the anti-artillery hole again, and everyone was muttering in their hearts, what kind of road is this Hebrew making trouble.

This time the shelling was short, only five minutes.

As soon as the shelling stopped, the old monkey ran out.

Picked up the binoculars and looked at the front of the position!

The mines in front of the position, it is not known how much was detonated by artillery fire.

In the moonlight, groups of Hebrews could be seen crawling on the ground like maggots.

"Come out, come out.

Damn, the Hebrews are coming. ”

The old monkey found an observation post, and the boy was unlucky, his neck and head were gone, and his body was still in the trenches.

I'm not in the mood to go to another observation post!

One look at the wound knew that it was a Hebrew sniper.

This unfortunate observation post was blown out in the head by someone taking advantage of the sound of shelling.

"San'er! You have a job, and the other party is very prickly. "The old monkey finally understood.

The shelling just now was to destroy the minefield of the Ming army, and then cover the snipers to crawl over.

Although during the shelling, it is not possible to get within 300 meters of the shelling area.

But now most snipers can shoot at a distance of four or five hundred meters.

Although the Hebrews did not have scopes, they did have the ability to shoot accurately with mechanical sights at a distance of 500 meters.

"What's wrong!" Ding San got out of the anti-artillery hole and shook off the dust.

"Look, I was shot in the head by a sniper.

I don't know which crater to lie in front of the position, so we have to find a way to find the person.

Otherwise, when fighting, this guy keeps putting cold guns, and those recruits can't stand it. ”

"Let me see!" Ding San squatted down and walked over to the corpse to inspect it, and then raised the steel helmet with a gun.

It didn't stretch out much, and then quickly retracted.

So many times, finally when it came time to poke out again.

"Dang!" A bullet hit the steel helmet directly.

Feeling the general direction of the bullet, Ding San found a small gap between the two ammunition boxes, and looked through the gap in the direction he suspected.

"I think it's going to be around there."

Ding San pointed to a crater that was almost more than 400 meters away from the Ming army's position!

The ground over there had been plowed through by shells, and the mines in the ground had been detonated.

In the moonlight, it was dark inside the crater, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

"It's easy to do, I'll blast them out with a mortar."

The old monkey gave the order, and the whole company of six mortars threw at the place at the same time.

Even the grenadiers joined in the fun.

Explosions rang out one after another, and orange flames exploded around the crater.

The snipers of the Hebrews are very tolerant, no matter how the shells explode, they just don't move.

"Are you sure you're there?" The old monkey confirmed it to Ding San.

"Eighty percent!"

"Damn, you want howitzers, blast them out."

Shelling three or four hundred meters from the front line, this kind of shelling is risky, and if one of the shells misses the angle, it will fall into the trench itself.

The old monkey was talking, and suddenly heard Ding San shouting: "Come out, fuck, shit!" ”

The old monkey took advantage of the light of the mortar shell explosion and saw three guys running wildly with guns in their hands.

Ding San's hands were not ambiguous, and the two shots of "pop" and "snap" were put down.

The rest of the one had just fallen down when it was covered by a barrage of mortar shells.

The snipers solved it, and the Hebrews who climbed up in front were almost six or seven hundred meters away from the front line.

In the darkness, there were already Hebrew soldiers, firing their guns at the Ming army.

At this distance, the quasi-head is not to talk about, they are more courageous.

"I want artillery fire from the rear to cover them for Lao Tzu." At this time, the old monkey did not mention the matter of fifty silver dollars for a cannonball.

Anyway, the more shells that hit the front from behind, the better, provided that they don't hit themselves.

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