As a good military general, Manstein made the right decision, run!

He quickly slid down the tree, and then quietly burrowed into the forest. He knew a path off the beaten track to escape from the forest.

Manstein was a good military general, and he carefully observed the terrain before a battle. This was what was taught to him at the Dresden Infantry Academy, and as an excellent graduate, he carried out this dogmatic discipline very strictly.

Unexpectedly, this discipline really saved his life.

The airships in the sky kept strafing downward, and the rifles of the Polish partisans could not hit those airships at all.

After all, a twenty-five-mm shell has a much longer range than a nine-mm rifle.

The battle soon became a one-sided slaughter, with dense woods obstructing the view. But it doesn't matter, all airships are divided into areas, and they strafe the ground indiscriminately.

If there is a large crowd, the airship will also launch a smoke-emitting thing. This thing will explode when it falls to the ground, and the power is not small.

Although it is a small airship, the airship pod also has a load of six tons.

It can be said that every airship is a small ammunition depot.

The guerrillas who fled in all directions in the mountains and forests could not run far before they were knocked to the ground by oncoming bullets.

The armament of the Ming army and guerrillas was clearly superior, because the Ming army had Aka rifles.

This rifle has a capacity of thirty rounds and can shoot continuously. Moreover, the ballistics of this gun are stable, the gun is well maintained, and the shooting skills of the soldiers who have undergone strict training are very good.

Hitting these scattered Polish soldiers was like shooting a target.

Scattering and retreating, in fact, there is escape. The difference is only that one runs in an orderly manner, and the other runs without the slightest order.

The Polish army was in a rout, those in front were shot down, and those behind would just continue to flee in a different direction.

They're like headless flies, scurrying around.

Until it's them who are shot down!

Of course, there are many who are very conscious, throw away their weapons, fall to their knees, and pest their heads into the dirt, waiting for the enemy to kill them, or mercifully let them go and let them be prisoners of war.

When Batu saw the old monkey, the guy's face was only a small blackened.

·“ You Han people often say that the thousand-year-old king is an eighty-thousand-year-old tortoise. If you live like this for 10,000 years, you will become a sperm, and you can live for a thousand years. ”

Batu sat down next to the old monkey, took a cigarette out of his pocket, and handed it to the old monkey.

", you don't have a good word in your mouth. In the mouth of the Han people, Wang Ba is a curse.

According to the story, in ancient times, the turtle king was not a curse. I don't know when this became a curse.

If you come a little later, maybe I'll really become the food in the mouth of the turtle king.

Damn it! The old monkey lit his cigarette and took a deep puff, he didn't know what he was talking about, he just wanted to speak.

Today's battle is really dangerous, and if Batu comes a little later, maybe someone will really kill him.

After all, he only has one company in his hands.

"You! You came up with this trick, so you said you were the bait. And now they're scolding me again!

You know, the bastards who drove the airships didn't have a score. Batu was also smoking a cigarette.

Except for the Ming army, there is no shadow of any Polish army around.

Today, I cast a big net to catch fish, and all the fish I caught were small fish.

There is nothing to say, many of the prisoners of war were Polish soldiers who had fled from Russia. There are also some guys, Polish peasants who can't survive.

These people are willing to do anything for the sake of stuttering, even bandits. Not to mention, to be branded in the name of patriotism against the hateful barbaric Russians.

Of course, there are more hateful, more barbaric, and more powerful Ming people.

It took four hours to cast the net and two hours to close it.

Strings of captives were taken out of the jungle, and Tumenovsky, with his men, conducted a brief interrogation of the captives.

After the interrogation, a thick wire was threaded through their lute bones and waited on the side.

Wait for the next person to be threaded onto the wire until they are ten and then lined up in a row.

"Commander, catch a few Germans." Hugejiril excitedly ran over to report.

"You're so excited, it's so easy to stop.

What can you do if you catch a few Germans? Make contributions? Awarding? Or will they send you a decent bonus?

What about above?

These Germans will continue to ask for credit from the top, and then get more bonuses and credit than you.

And then what?

It was passed layer by layer to the ears of the handsome!

If the commander is ready, we are ready to fight the Germans in Poland. It's a real stumbling, the Germans are not easy to deal with, I've seen it. ”

The old monkey smoked a cigarette and gulped into a canned beef.

There were not many canned beef, and it could only be distributed to those who had made meritorious contributions to the war and the wounded. The old monkey, as the chief of staff, was only given a can like an ordinary soldier.

"That's ......! Let's ...... then! The simple-minded Hugjiril suddenly did not know what to do, and looked at Batu with a distress look.

"Fuck, fuck it or die, live cock up. Catch a captive and send it to you. How to decide from above, let the top decide.

We big soldiers can't control it at all.

And also!

Look at these brothers, they are the sons of the hardest and hardest herdsmen.

What did they come to serve as soldiers for? It's not just a chance to fight for your life!

They are not afraid of war, they are not afraid of death, they are not afraid of those things.

What they are afraid of is being poor, and what they are afraid of is being bullied by those leaders.

If they don't fight, what will they do? Batu didn't know where to find a Mongolian-style leather wine sac and took a big sip.

The old monkey snatched the wine bag without saying a word, and also took a big sip.

The wine is mare's milk wine, and the milky smell is very unaccustomed to drinking. The old monkey took a big gulp until his cheeks bulged like a squirrel.

Some people are willing to exchange their lives for wealth, and some people need to use their lives to enjoy wealth. Life is this thing, rich life, poor life, who can say it accurately!

The Polish captives were left behind, and they were the ones who died. The country is gone, and there is nothing to talk about wealth and life.

The Germans were taken away by airships, and those people were more noble. It was so noble that before they got on the airship, they ate and drank.

Everyone has a bottle of wine to drink, and the height of Hengshui is old and white. Mongolian men like high wine, but even Mongolian men don't touch this thing.

This thing is about the same degree as medical alcohol, and it can indeed be used for disinfection when medical alcohol is expensive.

Each German gave a bottle, stuffed a funnel into his mouth that he couldn't drink, and poured it into it.

As a result, the Germans vomited, were tied up like pigs and carried onto the airship.

They vomited everything they had just eaten, but with this bottle of wine as a base, they were unconscious for at least a few hours.

Flight safety is guaranteed to the greatest extent!

I have to say that the methods of these people are somewhat inferior, but they are very effective.

There has never been a shortage of smart people in the Ming Kingdom, and there has never been a shortage of effective methods.

The old monkey craned his neck to look at the airship that flew away, after this encirclement. Warren should have stopped for a long time!

Very long!

The old monkey hoped that it would be better to live in peace for the rest of his life, and he didn't like to fight very much. At least I don't like it as much as I used to!

How good Daming is, there are gentle women, familiar hometown dialects, delicious food, and everything that has been familiar since childhood.

Although there are familiar things inside, there is warmth and pain. But now when I recall the pain at the beginning, it's all so sweet.

Even the old monkey feels a sense of intimacy when he thinks of his original enemy.

The emotion of homesickness is sometimes like the black and white impermanence of the soul, which makes people confused.

Now I regret going to the Middle East during the holidays, maybe I should go home. Even though there is no one in my hometown anymore, I still want to go back.

When I go back on the next trip, I don't know when it will be. I don't know if I have the life to go back.

People are strange sometimes!

He had seen more than a dozen battles all over his body, and almost all of his body was a guy who had been put together by a military doctor, and he was able to come out of the field hospital alive. There is no shortage of parts on the body!

Except for a few scars added to the body, nothing was missing.

These bastards still hold their scars as medals, and they take off their clothes to show others at every turn.

There are also some unlucky guys who were shot in the chest by a piece of shrapnel the size of a finger.

It's so good that I don't die and hit the heart directly!

There wasn't even a skin broken anywhere else on his body, but the man died.

It's easy to survive this war, but who knows if you can survive the next one.

Ding San just struggled from the line of life and death, maybe Lord Yan didn't like this guy who was the deputy chief of staff and still carried a sniper rifle, he didn't die.

The bullet grazed his neck and into the stomach of a soldier behind him.

The bullet pierced his vertebrae, causing the guy to become incontinent, and before he could be evacuated, the hygienist decided that he would probably never walk again for the rest of his life.

The guy was stubborn, saying that it didn't matter if he couldn't walk, as long as he could ride a horse and herd sheep.

But the hygienist said that he couldn't walk the road, let alone ride a horse. If you want to herd sheep, let's go in the next life!

Hearing this, the wounded were silent, and while the hygienist was calling for a stretcher, a gunshot rang out behind him.

Bullets went through the temples and came out from the other side.

The brains sprayed into the nearby tree, and this time not only could not walk, but also could not breathe.

"His family is very poor, and he doesn't even have a good bag. He doesn't want to burden his family! A soldier he knew well said.

"Let's make a record!" Ding San shook his head.

As a sniper, Ding San hates this kind of behavior very much.

Only fools do that!

Also as a sniper, Ding San easily found the guy who was not very skilled.

A sniper who actually stayed in a tree and missed the sniper target.

Ding San naturally knew that that guy's goal was himself.

"Seeing that the tree is not, hang the instantaneous fuse to Lao Tzu." Ding San turned around and gave an order, and then three mortars fired at the fool in the tree.

Watching this guy fall from a tree to the ground like a bird.

In the explosion turned into a pile of minced meat, and then into a pile of rotten meat.

The mutilated head was found by the soldiers of the Mongol regiment and placed next to the corpses of their comrades.

Ding San didn't know if this was a Mongol tradition, anyway, those Mongol soldiers started singing.

The song is very desolate and pathetic, and it is heard far away in the forest!