Mortar shells exploded one after another, and shrapnel flew sideways in the head. Almost instantly, both brothers were covered with a layer of floating soil.

"Bah, ......!" The old monkey kept spitting out the dirt in his mouth, lying on the edge of the ditch and looking at the column of smoke rising in the distance.

"The Swiss are pretty quick to react!" Ding San also looked around for a while and saw that one shell fell where the mortar was.

Many Kurds were engulfed in artillery fire, and some Kurds could be seen being lifted by shells more than a dozen meters high. Waving his claws in the air, constantly scratching.

"The Swiss fight a war, but the technique is good. The howitzer hit accurately, you see, the landing point. It's almost smashed on a mortar! ”

The old monkey said, pointing to a mortar position in the distance.

Now the Kurdish positions have been engulfed by howitzer fire from the Swiss. There is nothing more capable of threatening them!

As for the legendary snipers, they didn't see it. Even if there were, they were busy with the Swiss soldiers surrounding them.

The Swiss reacted very quickly, and the howitzers were firing. The infantry had already followed the smoke of artillery fire and began to advance towards the Kurdish population.

Recently, the Swiss have been collecting weapons from the conquered Kurds, and whoever has any weapons has to hand them over.

Even if it's an old-fashioned firecracker, you have to hand it in.

The Kurds handed over some broken guns and told the Swiss that they had no more guns in their hands.

Now, all of a sudden, there was a cannon fire.

The Swiss immediately began to storm the Kurdish ghetto, shooting at everything with weapons.

The Kurdish ghetto suddenly became lively, with the sound of machine guns, rifles, and grenade explosions.

The old monkey and Ding San found a new place and began to watch the excitement.

The two of them are ready to be good spectators like Da Ming.

"Hey......! Look, there's a sniper underneath the ruins of that tower.

Holy shit, this kid can shoot well. Exploded the heads of two Swiss soldiers! ”

The old monkey held up the binoculars and kept talking.

But before he could finish speaking, a bullet passed through the sniper's head. You can see it clearly in the telescope, the blood is flying far away, and the wall behind him is a lot red.

"What did you do?" The old monkey lowered his binoculars.

The sniper rifle in Ding San's hand was still smoking, and at this time he picked up the binoculars again and looked into the distance.

"This is what I saw, and you beat me half of it." The old monkey is trying to fight for his rights.

Ding San didn't speak, still holding the telescope and searching.

The battle of the Swiss is not the same as that of the Ming people, if it is a street fight. The Ming army's combat regulations were to shoot at anything hostile.

It doesn't matter if the other party is a dog or a child with a grenade.

The Swiss, on the other hand, raised their guns and waved when they saw someone who was not armed with a weapon.

Some ran away with their heads in their hands, others waited for them to raise their guns, then drew their guns from their robes and fired.

Unprepared Swiss soldiers, often knocked to the ground.

At their level of ambulance, being injured on the battlefield is simply a life of death.

"Damn, these Swiss people are just delaying their work." When the old monkey saw it in the telescope, he cursed.

There can be no kindness on the battlefield, this is a lesson summed up by years of bloodshed.

These lessons are written in blood!

It doesn't matter if the other party is an elderly person, a child, a woman, or a disabled person. As long as it is a hostile person, giving a shot without saying a word is the best choice.

Otherwise, if one of them doesn't get it right, it will be you who will die.

On the battlefield, there are not one or two people who are killed by kindness.

He had seen that someone had planted a mine under the corpse of the Ming army. The person in charge of collecting the corpse, because he sees the corpse of his own person, often solemnly collects the corpse out of respect.

These are often the ones who are the most hurt!

I've seen so many people wailing that even hearts made of cotton have now turned to stone.

The telescope clearly shows a child hidden behind the rubble, holding a bag of explosives, ready to throw it at a passing Swiss soldier.

The explosives package was very large, estimated to weigh 10 pounds. The child was very thin and had a large belly.

This kid looks like he's only eight or nine years old.

The hand holding the explosives bag was constantly shaking, and a small face was as red as a monkey's butt for fear or nervousness.

Ding San's finger was on the trigger, but he didn't pull the trigger for half a day.

The Swiss soldier got closer and closer, and was only about ten meters away from the little boy. It is clear that the Swiss soldiers did not see the danger behind the ruins.

They bent their waists and marched forward with great vigilance.

This is a ten-man squad, a standard squad of the Swiss Army. They looked like they were well trained, with their guns pointed in all directions, their hands on the triggers ready to shoot at any moment.

The soldiers at the front had approached the ruins of the little boy. But the little boy still didn't move!

The old monkey understood that he wanted to wait for more Swiss soldiers to come closer and kill more people.

I can't see it, I'm still a greedy kid.

Ding San's trigger still didn't pull! A puff of green smoke came out of the explosives bag in the little boy's hand.

"Boom!" A grenade hit the little boy only half a meter away.

Although this shot was not accurate, the power of the 33-millimeter grenade was there.

Countless steel balls shot into the little boy's body, and blood continued to fly in the air.

The smoking explosive bag fell on the rubble, "Boom! "The explosives pack exploded. Blasted countless bricks and stones into the sky!

The Swiss soldiers scattered in all directions, dodging the falling masonry like drops.

"Oh yes! This explosives bag is at least twenty pounds! Seeing the power of the huge explosion, the old monkey licked his lips.

Ding San just stared blankly and didn't speak.

"Look at the hair!

The life of the little rabbit cub is life, and the life of those Swiss is not life? The Swiss looked like ghosts, though they had yellow hair and blue eyes.

But he is also a human being, and there are also mothers and sons, as well as sons and daughters.

They're dead, that's a big family.

What's that little bunny?

At most, there is a dead ghost father, ** old lady. It is a curse for such people to stay!

Today, Lao Tzu sent him to heaven, which is considered a good deed. The old monkey spoke to himself, I don't know if he was talking to himself or Ding San.

Shooting a heroic little boy will not be much better.

The two of them continued to lie on the high place and watched, and for a while no one had any interest in talking.

Soon, the Swiss army swept the entire neighborhood.

At least a hundred and ten Kurds were killed, and the losses of the Swiss army were not much less than those of the Kurds.