Ten kilometers ahead, there is a small town called Tikrit.

It's actually a small town, but it's home to more than 50,000 Kurds and Arabs.

The houses in the town are next to each other, and many of them are small two-story buildings. In the middle of the town, a tower was erected.

Underneath the tower, the golden dome of the temple can be seen.

Hearing that the Ming army was coming here to open the way, he was very unconvinced by the Ming army and the Swiss army, and did not shell this place.

So, the houses in the town are all complete.

In order to attack this town, the Ming army sent out a regiment of troops. This left the Swiss army speechless, attacking a town where almost all the people were soldiers, and actually sent only one regiment.

And it is not the main regiment, but the regiment with a tentative number.

The Swiss army waited from top to bottom to see the good show of the Ming army, how the Ming army was beaten to the point of howling, and then waited for reinforcements from the Swiss.

Even the Swiss officers who came to learn tactics were in the mood to watch the excitement.

The commander of the Ming army was a native of Shaanxi named Ma Bao, who joined the Liao army very early. After more than ten years, he went from a big-headed soldier to a regiment commander, and entered the army officer academy twice.

It can be seen that this guy is indeed a character.

When the regular army arrived, the stragglers like Old Monkey and Ding San were naturally summoned by higher-level commanders.

Knowing that they were the guys who took advantage of the vacation to come to earn extra money, Ma Bao smiled!

"You two are really promising, you have been fighting in Russia for three years, and you haven't fought enough.

Calculate the military salary for these three years. Coupled with the reward of the imperial court, you have a lot of net worth, so why bother to come here to do this knife licking blood. “

"Adults don't know, and the family is poor. I want to make more money and go back home and open a small factory or something. ”

The old monkey replied with Pira.

"Young! It's still an aspiration to open a factory. What kind of factory to open? Ma Bao was very interested in this little captain who wanted to open a factory.

In general, the Ming army, especially the officers of the Liao army. After retiring, they will enter the officialdom and be placed in the corresponding position according to the corresponding level.

It is as if the county order is at the same level as the head of the regiment, and in many places in the Ming Dynasty, officials at this level are also called county regiment level.

Ma Bao is at this level, if he returns to Daming, even if he is not a county order, he can be a seven-rank official in the Futai Yamen.

It's like an old monkey who wants to go home and open a factory, but it's the first time he's heard of it.

"Hmmm! I figured it out, and when I got home, I started a match factory.

This thing can be used by everyone. And with one less is a good business. ”

"Huh! Nice head, what about you? Ma Bao pointed at Ding San!

"Go home and buy land, landlord." Ding San replied very unproductively.

"Huh! You are honest, but our Ming Dynasty has banned land trading. All the lands within the territory of the Ming Dynasty were owned by the Ming Empire.

I'm afraid it's a little harder to think about the landlord. Ma Bao looked at the honest lieutenant with pity.

"I want to buy land in the Western Regions, and that land can be sold, I have inquired. The government sells it and returns the title deed. ”

"You're not going back to your hometown in the Central Plains?"

"If I don't go back, there is no one in my hometown."

He found a good partner in Russia, and he was afraid that his mother-in-law would be looked down upon when he returned to the Central Plains. Only then did he think of going to the Western Regions, where no one dared to look down on his yellow-haired son. ”

Seeing Ding San's squeaking and not telling the truth, the old monkey simply debunked the twists and turns in this guy's stomach.

"Huh! It turned out to be a seed of infatuation, rare! Rare! Ma Bao smiled and waved his hand.

The Ming army found a lot of good looks in Russia, but most of them were temporary solutions to the problem of demand.

Few people really dare to bring the yellow-haired woman to the Central Plains!

Da Ming, especially the current Da Ming. The sense of superiority is bursting, and he looks down on all foreigners.

To the Koreans, the Japanese people, and the Jiaozhi people, they are like slaves.

But anyway, those people look similar to the Ming people. As long as you change your clothes and learn to speak fluent Da Ming, you can still be welcomed.

The yellow-haired woman can't help it!

Yellow hair, blue eyes, and red hair. Isn't this the same as the legendary ghost?

Don't doubt it, Russia used to be called the Rakshasa country.

Now that it is friendly with Russia, it has been changed to Russia.

The people are more willing to call them Lao Maozi.

If a yellow-haired woman is brought back to the Central Plains, maybe the whole village will drive them out together. Who wants to stay with ghosts!

From this, it also shows how precious Ding San's infatuation is.

In fact, after experiencing the war, Maozi's life is quite sad.

The number of casualties of the Russian army is much greater than that of the Ming army. Many times, the Russian army is carrying its life.

It's not like the Ming army's side, where shells often wash the ground. The positions that had been attacked by the Ming army were basically ploughed by artillery shells.

Even the soldiers of the Ming army, often after a battle, did not fire a few shots.

The reason is simple, the artillery in the back was killed by the aircraft not long after the start of the battle. Tanks on the ground began to charge with impunity, machine guns and artillery on tanks and infantry fighting vehicles, as well as anti-aircraft machine guns.

All of them had a longer range than rifles, and they were bombarded by enemy troops point-to-point at a distance of a thousand meters.

Before the infantry could charge, the local defenders were already pinned down in the trenches and could not move.

Many enemy troops even need cats in anti-artillery holes to be able to dodge howitzer strikes.

In this case, the more suitable weapon for infantry is actually a grenade.

Throw one into the trench before jumping into it. When you come across a corner of a trench, throw one into it.

Encounter the entrance to the underground bunker and throw a grenade inside. Then, wait for the sappers to come with the attack, and blow up this entrance with explosives packs.

Many coalition soldiers were actually buried alive.

At the end of the whole battle, probably the snipers who shot the most.

Equipped with scopes, these guys can easily shoot enemy soldiers at a distance of 800 meters with a 12.7mm sniper rifle.

These guys hit more accurately and deadly.

Because of the presence of these guys, enemy soldiers did not even dare to show their heads in the trenches.

On the battlefield, those guys whose Heavenly Spirit Cover was lifted away were all good deeds done by Ding San's group.

Most of the guys that Marble is searching for in Baghdad are snipers who are extremely efficient at killing.

The army marched mightily towards Tikrit, much to the surprise of the Swiss. Fifteen kilometers away from Tikrit, the Ming army stopped and set up camp.

The tanks came forward as a fixed fortress, and artillery positions were provided in the rear for fire support. Aircraft warned in the sky, and the infantry searched the vicinity in a skirmish.

That's fine, but isn't this forward base too far away from the enemy?

Fifteen kilometers!

But Mingjun didn't seem to feel embarrassed, and dozens of large construction machines began to work.

There are excavators with big claws, forklifts with big shovels, and bulldozers and rollers.

It only takes an hour to dig a large underground bunker. A foxhole is only ten minutes!

This efficiency is outrageously high compared to the Swiss army.

On the first day, the Ming army built countless foxholes for the soldiers to stay in for the night.

Sure enough, the Kurds came to sneak attack at night. After a few mortar shells fell, the infantry charged.

The flares on the side of the Ming army rose into the air, and the Kurds who were scattering and charging were all exposed to the empty firing range.

The sound of machine guns, machine guns, and acre rifles rang out, and the Kurds were torn to shreds by the red-hot steel.

The rest of the people saw that the situation was not good, and fled without looking back.

For this unsuccessful sneak attack, the Kurds threw down dozens of corpses.

The next day, the Ming army still had no offensive momentum.

Instead, continue to dig trenches, and with such an artifact as an excavator, digging is simply not too easy.

One day, the trench was dug three kilometers forward.

There were sporadic exchanges of fire, each time ending with Kurdish snipers being torn to pieces by Ming tank guns or howitzers.

At night, the Ming army still did not move. The Kurds also did not launch a night attack, as they did last night.

The Kurds know that even a night attack would cost lives.

The Ming trenches approached step by step, but the Kurds had nothing to do. Tikrit was their hometown, and they couldn't move away.

And they basically didn't have any heavy weapons, and a limited number of artillery pieces were also blown up by the Ming Air Force.

Now they have only a few mortars in their hands, which is already a heavy weapon in their hands.

On the third day, the Ming army advanced to a distance of only eight kilometers from Tikrit.

Eight ten-meter-wide trenches were dug straight to this point, and then the horizontal excavation began.

Ten kilometers of trenches, dug for two whole days.

The Swiss had no choice but to dig eight kilometres in five days.

In the evening, the Ming soldiers entered the trenches on all fronts.

"This is called Ma Bao's two brushes, and he is stable enough to fight. I heard that he was also transferred from Russia.

Belongs to the kind of people who are not comfortable without fighting! ”

The old monkey huddled in the anti-artillery hole with his beloved 33-millimeter grenade launcher in his arms.

Tikrit is a hellish place, hot during the day, but cold at night.

Both of them were wearing military coats, eating canned food with a small sip of wine, while looking at the cold moon.

Today is better than the previous day, at least there is a crooked crescent moon in the sky.

"People who came out of the Shanhaiguan Army Military Academy, how can there be a simple one.

I see, tomorrow should almost start.

Listen to the back, the airship has been flying all night. Supplies, ammunition and so on, have long been prepared and abundant. ”

Ding San took a bite of luncheon meat, and the taste of luncheon meat was far less good than that of canned beef. Dan Ding San doesn't care, it's already good to be able to eat luncheon meat this year.

I didn't see the Swiss munching on those sweet cakes and the potato soup from the sticky lake.

took a small bite of the second pot head, and the heat on his body was much higher.

"Do you know why those people on the other side are fighting with us?" The old monkey dug up a big spoonful of luncheon meat and stuffed it into his mouth, and said with a vague voice.

"Why?" Ding San only cared about eating canned food, and didn't even look at the old monkey.

"Because of this!" The old monkey raised the luncheon meat in his hand, thought about it and raised the wine in his hand.

"This?" Ding San was a little puzzled.

"They don't want to eat pork or drink alcohol. Now, our buddies have done both. So, they're going to fight us. ”

"And ......! You know again. Ding San ignored the old monkey's fallacies.

"Really, I didn't lie to you. Those people on the other side will never eat pork. ”

As if hearing the words of the old monkey, a mortar shell fell a hundred and ten meters away.

The old monkey and Ding San listened to the sound of the cannonball exploding, and continued to eat and drink without even blinking their eyelids.

After so many years of mixing, it would be a shame to be startled by the sound of mortar again.

The Kurdish mortars fired a few indiscriminately and then stopped!

You don't have to look at it to know that you must be taking advantage of the night to masturbate two shots. It's better to hit people, even if you can't hit people, it doesn't matter.

It's also good to disturb the sleep of the Ming army!

Sure enough, several rounds of mortars were fired overnight. But this did not affect the sleep of the old monkey and Ding San!

I drank two taels of wine last night, and slept in a goose-down coat in the trenches for a night.

When the sun came out in the morning, the old monkey was still snoring.

"Get up, eat!" Ding San kicked the old monkey with his foot.

The two brothers ran to the cooking class with the rice bowl, and the breakfast was mutton soup flatbread. There was already a group of people there snorting, sipping and nibbling on the flatbread.

The food before the Ming army was generally meat. When it was the worst, I would also cook the canned beef and make beef soup for everyone.

Flatbread was the main food in wartime, and sometimes the main thing would become a pot helmet. Rice is rarely eaten, and it is common to drink a meal of rice porridge when there is no war.

Most of the soldiers who were added later were from the northwest, and these people did not like to eat rice, but they had a soft spot for pasta.

The old monkey went out for a while, and then he got two cucumbers like a trick.

This guy always has a way to make his own food good.

Ding San didn't care where the cucumber came from, and he started to gnaw on it when he rubbed it on his clothes.

After snoring and eating the mutton soup and noodle cake, Ding San took out an egg from the basket, smashed it on the stone, and picked up the egg skin little by little.

The eggs are very fresh and very skin-protective, and a lot of egg whites are removed when Ding San picks up the eggs.

According to the regulations of the Ming army, every soldier and officer of the Ming army must eat an egg every day no matter what. This is the most basic nutrition!

There is also a saying that eating eggs has good eyes at night.

Anyway, every soldier of the Ming army will have eggs to eat.

The old monkey took two eggs, this guy never suffers, and if he can't pick up money when he walks, it's a loss.

Ding San deeply suspected that the big dung truck had passed in front of him, and he had to taste the salty soup.

After eating the eggs, he took out two oranges from the basket of fruits, one in his pocket and the other in his hand.

Fruit is a few things that can be exchanged every day. Oranges, oranges, apples, nothing else.

The old monkey took three oranges, and he couldn't hold them with one hand, so he had to hold them with two hands.

"Wait for me! I just inquired, and it starts at nine o'clock! ”