Sure enough, it was dark after the set-up.

The old monkeys were assigned to a wall about two kilometers long.

There are two towers on the side of the wall, which can be used as watchtowers.

In addition, near the fence there is a two-story building that has been half-blown and collapsed, which can be used as a strong support point.

This kind of half-blown house is actually the most popular, because another shell will probably not cause much damage.

In the city, many of them were blown to pieces, but there were still a lot of ruins and broken walls.

"Be vigilant, I always feel that guy named Nian Qianyao is not a good thing.

The same goes for the one named Yue Zhongqi! ”

Not far from the two-story building, the old monkey dug a foxhole.

A two-kilometer-long front that a company has to defend is actually very difficult!

Fortunately, the Ming army was generally equipped with Acre rifles, and the continuity of firepower was greatly enhanced.

In addition, each platoon of the Ming army had a general-purpose machine gun, and the company headquarters also had one.

The crossfire of four general-purpose machine guns is enough to block an area within two kilometers.

What's more, the Ming army still has grenadiers, mortars, and other things.

Not to mention the guerrillas, even if they encounter the regular army, the old monkey will not be afraid.

But today is still the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and the big moon is hanging brightly in the sky.

Looking at the moon like a silver plate, the old monkey could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

At least, it won't turn blind.

"I looked at that young Qianyao's eyes coldly, like a wolf."

"Such people are all fucking ruthless people who kill people without blinking, we can't afford to provoke them."

"You're killing less?"

"It's different, I think if I fight him, I must die in the end." The old monkey looked into the distance and took a hard puff of his cigarette.

"Dragon Soul Special Brigade, what is this? Haven't heard of it before! ”

"I don't know, I heard that it's specifically against the guerrillas.

Last time, the guerrillas we chased in the mountains were killed by them. ”

"Smack!" A sudden gunshot rang out, messing up the conversation between the two people.

The old monkey took out his binoculars and looked into the distance.

The buildings in the distance were full of people, and I don't know how many people there were.

"There's one on top of that workshop across the street!" With years of battlefield experience, the old monkey is very quick to find people.

Ding San immediately used the scope to trap the person, and when he pulled the trigger, the person fell off the roof of the workshop.

It was too far away for people to fall down and hear screams.

But despite the distance, the screams could be heard clearly.

It can be seen how desperate this guy was at the end of his life.

The old monkey did not despair, only disappointment.

I thought that after killing a guy, the people in the workshop opposite would stop a little, but I didn't expect a few mortar shells to smash over without purpose.

Although it didn't hurt anyone, it made the atmosphere suddenly tense.

"It's really fooled you, in the future, the war will be fought at night.

It's a good thing you let the big guy sleep for a few hours, otherwise I would have been sleepy tonight. ”

"Damn, it's not easy to fight tonight.

We have mortars, and people have mortars.

But behind us, there is no such heavy artillery as before.

Excited, maybe it's up to you tonight. ”

The old monkey knew that the guy he had just knocked out was most likely an observation post.

And judging by the sound, those mortars were also near the workshop in front.

However, the mortar is a curved artillery, and it is very difficult to find a position.

"On the roof over there, there's another one to climb." The eyes of the old monkey are specifically looking for the roof.

Those guerrillas are also really lacking in heart, and they are trying to climb to the heights.

Don't they know that when you have a wide field of vision and can see everyone, everyone can see you?

Without any suspense, the guy also screamed and fell.

Shoot down six or seven like birds, and even the most stupid person will know that he can't climb any higher.

Inside the workshop, a few ghostly guys came out sporadically.

At first glance, I knew that I didn't have much combat experience, and I walked with a rifle on my waist.

The big moon is shining brightly in the sky, and even if you crawl and walk, you won't be able to attract bullets.

Sure enough, the Ming army's machine-gun rifle bullets shot over like locusts.

Several people didn't even have a chance to lie down, and they were beaten into a sieve by bullets.

However, the people in the workshop don't seem to have much experience, or there is something important outside.

After the first wave was killed, three or four more men were sent out in a short time.

These three or four people, unsurprisingly, were also killed.

The old monkey was the first to react: "Stop shooting!"

Stop shooting! ”

Crawled out of the foxhole and grabbed the messenger.

"Tell the machine gun, shift positions, quick!"

The communicator ran away like an arrow in the ass!

Just as the communicator ran out, two or three more people came out of the workshop, still sneaking forward.

The machine-gun bullet once again pierced the night sky and shot through.

"It's over!" The old monkey felt a chill in his heart, turned his head and went into the foxhole.

"Boom!

Boom! "Explosions rang out one after another.

Orange flowers bloomed on the Ming army's position!

The firing point that was exposed in the shooting just now was taken care of by the mortars as if they were named.

Everything was an illusion, including the extremely amateurish mortar fire twenty minutes earlier.

Those who slipped out of the corner of the workshop, like rats, were beaten by the Ming army.

As long as the Ming army fired, those observation posts hiding in the shadows would record the location of the Ming army's firepower points.

They have been entrenched here for so long, they have already calibrated the shooting Zhuyuan, and they may even have test-fired here.

Careless!

I don't know how much the machine gun can be saved, if the machine guns are blown up, then it will be very passive below.

The first round of mortar firing took more than ten minutes to finish, and one mortar fell on the old monkey's foxhole only about ten meters away.

The ears of the old monkey and Ding San were shocked to "buzz" and "buzz".

Just as the brothers were still shaking off the dust that had fallen from their bodies, hundreds of guerrillas dressed in black slipped out of the workshop silently like fish.

These people walked and opened fire, and in a window on the second floor of the workshop, a barrel of a gun poked out, and continued to shoot point-and-shoot to suppress the Ming infantry below.

Listening to the voice, you can know that it is a Makqin.

Maxim is known for its fast rate of fire, but the real Maxim shooter shoots short shots.

This heavy machine gun is still amazingly powerful at a distance of about 500 meters.

The Ming infantry was so overwhelmed by Makqin's short-spot shot that they couldn't lift their heads!

Even the old monkey just raised his Aka rifle above his head and shot it.

As for whether you can hit someone, it all depends on the character of the other party.

"How do they know we're hiding here?" The old monkey was puzzled.

"Steel helmet, steel helmet.

Our steel helmets are reflective! ”

In an instant, Ding San looked at the old monkey's steel helmet and reacted.

Although the steel helmet was sprayed with paint, it was still a little reflective in the moonlight.

Those guerrillas saw the reflection of the moon shining on the steel helmets that they were able to suppress the Ming army.

"!" Without saying a word, the old monkey took off his helmet.

Ding San did the same, took off his steel helmet and threw it into the foxhole.

They reflected, but the others didn't.

Many soldiers were still shooting at the guerrillas who rushed out of the foxholes.

The scorching Maxim bullets flew towards them!

The machine gunner was very powerful, and he fired quickly and fiercely in short bursts.

One after another, the Ming soldiers, especially the recruits, were shot to the ground.

The old monkey gritted his teeth and crawled out of the foxhole and ran wildly on the battle line.

Every time you see someone, ask them to take off their steel helmets.

After running two kilometers, the old monkey felt like his lungs were about to explode.

He was shocked by the scene along the way, and all four machine guns in the company were spared.

All of them were killed by mortars, as well as the machine gunners.

Judging by this density of fire, at least twenty or more mortars were fired at the same time.

Moreover, these mortars also fired at different targets, respectively.

To be able to use mortars to this extent, ordinary Ming army companies can't do it.

Damn it!

What kind of people are those who are so good at fighting?

I asked the platoon commanders once, and the casualties of the company made his heart bleed.

Without machine-gun suppression, only the mortars of the company could be relied upon.

But the whole company only has three mortars, and even with grenadiers, the firepower is not enough to block the attack of so many people within a range of two kilometers.

And those guerrillas in the charge are also quite skilled in tactical movements.

Three or four of them were in a battle group, and one person ran forward a few steps and lay on the ground.

When you aim at the person, the person behind him gets up and runs forward.

When you move the muzzle, the other guy stands up again.

In short, you're aiming most of the time.

And those guerrillas, like marmots, this one stands up and that one lies down, this one lies down, and that one stands up.

The end result was that a lot of bullets were consumed, but few people were killed.

Seeing that, the enemy army approached from 300 meters away, all the way to 200 meters, and then 100 meters.

In the end, it actually broke into the range of fifty meters.

The guerrillas, while leaping forward, threw grenades at the side of the Ming army.

With the explosion of grenades one after another, the casualties on the side of the Ming army increased a lot in an instant.

The old monkey saw with his own eyes that several grenades were thrown into a foxhole one after another.

The Ming soldiers in the foxhole were directly lifted up by the explosion.

His body was covered with shrapnel, and his body was covered in blood.

The old monkey gritted his teeth and ran as he fired a short shot with his Aka rifle.

His point shot was steady and accurate, and he knocked out four or five guerrillas in a row.

The body was short and rolled into the foxhole to change the magazine, and just fell into the foxhole.

A mortar shell exploded right next to where he had just stood, only three or four meters away from the foxhole of the old monkey.

The old monkey felt a "buzz" in his brain, and then he couldn't hear anything.

I touched my ears behind me, and my hands were all slimy.

You don't have to look to know that your ears are bloody from the shock.

It was as if the whole body was falling apart, and my back hurt terribly.

At this time, I don't know if I was injured or not.

He spat on a mouthful of blood and took two large breaths.

My lungs hurt a little, probably from the mortar just now.

But I still have to be glad that if I hadn't rolled into the foxhole to change the magazine, I would have been shot by shrapnel and covered in holes.

After changing the magazine with difficulty, before the man could get into it, he saw several black muzzles facing him.

The guerrillas shouted something, but the ears of the old monkeys could not hear anything now.

Suddenly, these people exploded before their eyes.

Broken human body fragments, as well as blood mist and various organs, piled up the old monkey.

The worst thing is that one of the guys was beaten in two by the waist, and his intestines fell off and hung around the old monkey's neck.

The bowels that are still wriggling are still hot!

Fortunately, my nose was so smoked that I couldn't smell anything, otherwise the smell would have made people sick to death.

Hurriedly reached out and took off the slimy intestines, threw them on the ground, and stepped on them twice!

The guy who had been knocked off half of his body kept scratching his hands on the ground, and the old monkey didn't dare to look at it.

A handful of blood-soaked blood soil was thrown straight into the old monkey's face.

It seems to blame him for stepping on his own intestines!

The old monkey blew the guy's head off with a single shot, and the shredded flesh and bloody brains sprayed him in the face again.

Originally, there was a steel helmet blocking a little, but now it's good, it's really sprayed all over the face.

I can't hear a sound, but I can feel the ground trembling.

Boldly poking his head out of the foxhole, the old monkey saw three Type 1 tanks, firing rapidly with their two-five rapid-fire guns.

This obsolete tank, although overwhelmed on the front-line battlefield, was beaten by various anti-tank weapons of the coalition forces and could not find the north.

It can be used against guerrillas who are only mortars with heavy weapons, but it is very useful.

Twenty-five mm rapid-fire guns, the shells are shot out like a chain of bullets.

Wherever this chain goes, people will be reduced to a pile of pieces.

Blood and minced meat greatly stimulate people's visual nerves.

The cruelty of war is vividly reflected in this moment.

The old monkey let out a sigh of relief, and slowly sat down against the wall of the foxhole.

There was some panic under the buttocks, and I looked down to see a human hand exposed.

The old monkey didn't pull out the man's arm and throw it away!

I really don't have any strength at all, and all I can do at this time is breathe.

I don't know how long it took, but I finally saved some strength.

Standing up against the wall of the foxhole, he saw a pair of military boots and Ding San's face that was beaten to the extreme.

Lao Tzu is like this, this bastard is still laughing.

Ding San's mouth moved and moved, but the old monkey still couldn't hear what he said.

gestured to Ding San irritably, and motioned for Ding San to pull himself up.

Now, I really don't have the strength to climb up.

Ding San stretched out his hand and pulled the old monkey up.

Under the silver moon, three Type 1 tanks were chasing the guerrillas.

Tracer bullets kept firing at the Maxim machine gun hiding in the window of the building.