Guderian gritted his teeth and watched as the opposite position stood tall under artillery fire.

His troops had been attacking for two days, even during the day, despite military orders.

The cost of the frenzied offensive was very heavy, and the path of the attack was littered with the mutilated corpses of the German army.

Every night, artillery shells continued to fall on the positions of the Ming army.

Under the cover of artillery fire, the Germans rushed frantically towards the Ming positions by stepping on the corpses of their own people.

The Ming army's position was already scorched, and the craters were stacked on top of each other.

The barbed wire fence in front of the position was gone, and the trenches were littered with bullet casings.

The Ming army, which had always relied on the superiority of artillery fire, now had to rely on rifles to fight.

The secondary shooter of the machine gun replaced the barrel of the MG-34 machine gun, and the thick gloves had long been burned black by the barrel.

The barrel of the gun was thrown next to the trench and immediately ignited the dead grass in the meadow.

The Aka rifle in Hugjiril's hand kept firing, and as a veteran he knew it.

If the barrel is overheated after continuous firing, the accuracy will be seriously affected.

So he tried to shoot as much as he could!

On the battlefield, recruits are most afraid of the sound of machine guns.

Hearing the sound of machine guns firing continuously, they generally lie on the ground, trying to fit their bodies to the ground.

Then, they will be blown up by mortars or grenadiers that fall nearby.

The veterans were different, they were not afraid of the sound of machine-gun fire.

Because the shooter, who likes to strafe with machine guns, must also be a novice.

Only those who like to shoot short shots are scary.

As soon as they hear the sound of breakpoint shooting, the veterans will immediately find cover.

The bunker was either a crater or a pile of corpses.

Then they will be alert to see where the other person is, and finally take advantage of that person's inattention to kill them.

Because there was no big fight with the Ming army, the proportion of veterans in the German army was still very high.

Most of these men had participated in the last war against the French and had accumulated a wealth of combat experience during the war.

Hugjiril hated this kind of veteran soldier the most, and they would charge one after another.

This one stood up, took two leaps, and then quickly found a crater and lay down.

While you're aiming at him, a bullet that flies out of nowhere will end your life.

Then, a person will run out behind the guy and continue to run.

The three of them formed a gang, one of whom lured the Mongolian battalion to shoot, and the other two were responsible for sniping.

This tactic brought great casualties to the Ming army.

The two squad leaders under Hugejiril were killed by this tactic.

There were fewer and fewer people on the positions, and Hugjiril had to pick up his rifle and take part in the battle himself.

There's a three-person team right up front, and these three guys are very sophisticated.

On several occasions, Hugjiril was almost shot by a bullet.

"Phew!" A bullet struck Hugejiril in the head, and the splattered dirt entered his mouth, and Hugejiril spat it out.

"What's wrong?" Batu didn't know when, but ran down the trench.

"Damn, I've got a hard idea. It's a prickly one! Hugjiril changed his magazine, walked two meters forward, and fired two quick short shots into the outside.

Batu brought a grenadier canister, loaded it with propellants, and stuffed a grenade into it.

The grenadier canister, after there are no shells, can fire the Ming army's standard grenade.

However, because the air tightness of the grenade is not good, the range is greatly reduced, and the distance is only about 200 meters.

Hugejirile glanced at Batu and nodded at him.

He stood up violently and shot quickly as he ran.

The rifle bullets over there were almost chasing Hugejiril.

Hugjiril slipped on his feet and threw himself forward, leaving his head covered in mud.

"I didn't find it, I almost fucking got fucked by someone." Before he could get up, he yelled at Batu.

"Found it, you're okay!" Batu crouched on the ground, the grenadier was angled, and a snap was pulled.

"Bang!" The grenadier made a sound.

More than 150 meters away, a spark exploded inside a crater.

With the explosion of the grenade, a German soldier covered in blood was kicked out of the crater by the blast of the explosion.

Batu hurriedly shifted his position, poked his head out to take a look, and then filled in another grenade.

"Bang!" There was another soft sound, and more than a hundred meters away, another German soldier was killed.

The Germans were stunned by the Ming army's accurate grenadiers, and the remaining German jumped out of the crater and ran backwards like crazy.

"Bang bang ......!" Hugejirile shot a short shot and sent this guy directly to the western sky.

The gunfire on the battlefield gradually thinned out, and the German attack was repulsed.

The two brothers leaned together, and Hugejiril took out a box of cigarettes from Batu's pocket, took two from it, lit them in his mouth, and gave one to Batu.

"Are there many casualties?" Batu took a drag on his cigarette, his face full of exhaustion.

"I went, half of the casualties of the whole company.

I have to guard this more than ten meters of lot.

Damn, when will the reinforcements arrive, and will they really wipe us out again? Hugjiril grumbled.

The marshal gave the Mongolian battalion many privileges, what is not forbidden to drink, all kinds of canned goods, all kinds of cigarettes, all kinds of good wine are given priority to the Mongolian battalion.

But the price that the Mongol battalion had to pay for these privileges was to charge at the front and defend at the point where the guns were most intense.

Since the formation of the Mongolian battalion, it has been beaten several times to the point that only a dozen people are left in the battalion.

Several times, on the basis of these dozen people, the new recruits were quickly filled to restore the formation.

Then they are sent to the battlefield to be disabled, and then they are filled again and sent to the battlefield.

So much so that now the first batch of soldiers of the Mongolian battalion is only two people, Hugejirile and Batu.

The two of them, one mixed with the company commander, and the other mixed with the battalion commander.

"Not this time, we can retreat until dawn.

There are planes in the sky to cover us! Hughjiril pointed to the heavens.

"Humph! It's better to ask for the blessing of the heavens, those guys in the sky will blow us up as the German army, and when the time comes, we will die unjustly. ”

Hugejirile took a big puff of his cigarette, his heart full of resentment.

"Alright, stop whining. Here's for you, there's a box of grenades over there, enough for you to hold out until dawn.

I left, don't forget, withdraw from the battle at seven o'clock. ”

Batu patted Hugjiri on the shoulder and stuffed the grenadier in his hand to Hugjiril!

"Why are you going?" Hugjiril asked when he saw Batu who was about to leave in a hurry.

"Me?

Go to other companies to inform, I'm the battalion commander, and I have three companies under my command, and you're not the only one. ”

Batu said as he threw away the cigarette butt.

"Where's your correspondent?"

"Dead, six in a day, all dead.

I had no choice but to convey the order myself.

After a while, I will return to the battalion headquarters and send an infantry chariot to your company's position to increase your firepower. Batu said and walked along the trench cat's waist.

Leaning against the trenches, Hugjiril took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled one out and smoked it.

The nearest soldier was twenty meters away and appeared to be smoking a cigarette as well.

In normal times, Hugjiril would have run all over the company's positions to boost the morale of the soldiers.

But now, he really can't run.

I haven't slept for days, and as long as I rely on it, I am in danger of falling asleep, and I can only rely on smoking to refresh myself.

Look at the pocket watch, it's only a little past eleven o'clock in the evening.

There were still seven hours left before the retreat, and I really didn't know if I would be able to hold on for those seven hours.

On the battlefield, life and death are nothing more than a matter of probability.

Maybe there's a bullet flying over there, and you'll be done playing.

Or maybe when you don't think it's dangerous, a whistling cannonball blows you to pieces, and in the end you can't even leave a whole corpse.

After the attack was repulsed, the Germans stopped for a while.

Hughgiril had a bad feeling, because the longer the Germans stopped, the more fierce the next attack would be.

True, Guderian is mobilizing on a much larger scale.

It's been two days since the offensive, and he has three regiments under his command, and now he's suffering heavy losses.

A company that had been withdrawn last night, the company commander called the name above, and the answer was followed by a second lieutenant and two corporals.

The regiment under his command is now only half of what it was when the war began.

His division was fully staffed, with a total of 9,000 men.

And that's not counting the direct troops of the division!

If you count all of this, there are more than 11,000 people.

With such a huge force, half of it was knocked out.

If it had been another force, it might have collapsed by now, or it might have mutinied.

I have to say that Guderian still has a hand in leading the troops.

The troops suffered such heavy losses that their morale did not fall.

"Lads, I know it's cruel to send you up.

But think about how many of your brothers died on that front.

They want to win until they die!

I want you to rush forward and finish the regrets that they didn't finish.

Let them rest in the kingdom of heaven, and not die like this. ”

Guderian shouted at the two companies that had been mobilized.

Then with a wave of his hand, two companies of German soldiers walked to the field of life and death.

The artillery units in the rear made the most intense artillery preparations to date.

The overwhelming artillery fire fell on the position of the Ming army, and the fire of the artillery explosion reflected half of the sky.

Hugejirile hid in a cannon shelter, enduring the onslaught of sounds.

My ears have long been inaudible, and now my ears are full of "buzzing" and "buzzing" sounds.

My chest was so tight that I could barely breathe.

The body squatting in the anti-artillery hole is more like a sampan in a storm.

In the past, there were other people who could comfort each other in the cannon shelter.

Now it's a good thing, there is only one person in the cannon shelter.

He was not alone, there were many corpses of Mongolian battalion soldiers.

This is the tradition of the Mongolian battalion, as long as the corpses can be recovered, they will try to recover them and drag them into the artillery shelter.

Batu said that they are all men on the grassland.

Although they died in a foreign land, at least they could not be left without their bones.

The corpse was placed outside, and the corpse was broken after two rounds of cannons, and it couldn't be put together neatly no matter how hard it tried.

There were eight people stuffed into this anti-artillery hole, which was exactly the number of people in a formation squad.

This is one of the most capable squads under Hugjiril, and the squad leader is a wrestler from Colin Left Banner.

The body is majestic like a bear, but who would have thought that this guy was actually shot into the temple by shrapnel the size of a date core.

This side went in and there out, and before it was completely out, the barbs on the shrapnel stuck on the bone of the other temple.

He was in great pain when he died, and he stumbled like a fish on the shore for more than ten minutes before he died.

It took a great deal of effort for the three soldiers to drag his body back into the cannon hole.

He is also the guy with the largest area in the cannon shelter.

At this time, the guy's eyes were wide open, and he looked at the top of the cannon shelter.

Strands of dust kept falling, gradually covering his eyes.

Hugejiril tried several times to get him to close his eyes, but none of them succeeded.

No way!

That's all he can do with his eyes open!

When you leave, you must get a few more incendiary bombs to burn this place.

Even if they can't return to the Mongolian steppe, they can't let the corpses of these brothers be insulted by the enemy army.

Although, the Germans now have no precedent for insulting the corpses of the Ming army.

But who can guarantee that there will be no in the future?

What's more, so many people died in front of this position.

Under hatred, morality is a fart.

When the shelling stopped, Hugejiril poured a mouthful of water, and then took two handfuls of water and smeared it on his face.

This time, the face is like a mud monkey.

Ignoring his face, he picked up his Arca rifle and rushed out.

At this time, the Ming army also began an artillery counterattack, and a wall of fire was beaten out in front of the position.

On the first day of the battle, the 107-mm rocket artillery company was completely wiped out.

However, only half a day later, two more 107 rocket artillery companies were transferred from the rear.

And the German heavy rocket artillery battalion, because it was not well concealed during the day, was discovered by the falcon-like Stuka.

But the Germans can't be blamed for this, they have covered the artillery carriage well with branches.

Who would have thought that the pilots of Stuka would fly at ultra-low altitudes.

The air currents that swayed under the wings forced the branches covering the gun wagon to blow away.

This time, those heavy rocket launchers are no different from streaking.

Like a vulture seeing a corpse, Stuka dived down one after the other to drop bombs.

There are also stukas with napalm, in the midst of flames and strong explosions.

The heavy rockets had turned into clouds of smoky scrap metal, and Guderian almost fainted when he heard the news.

Without the heavy rocket artillery battalion, the firepower advantage on the battlefield came to the side of the Ming army again.

In front of the German attack, there must be a wall of fire and iron, and if you want to pass through this wall, you must lose at least 30% of your manpower.

But this is the case, and the Mongolian battalion, which has suffered serious attrition in successive battles, can hardly withstand an attack of this scale.

Hugjiril held an Acre rifle and kept firing.

From time to time, they would also stop, roughly calculate the position of the enemy troops, and shoot with grenadiers.

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