So the scene fell into an eerie stagnant, and seeing that the offensive could not be pushed in, the artillery fire began to cover in large quantities, wave after wave.

Even Vladimia was already wondering whether to call in armored vehicles to assist in the attack.

At the same time, Zhao Ming didn't expect this kind of change at all.

According to his initial guess, if they were lucky, these remaining miners would be able to hold out for one day for the longest expected, and if they were unlucky, they might be destroyed in one face, and then surrender in batches.

But who would have thought that this group of people would have such a fierce will to resist.

This group of miners who stayed behind were cornered and didn't want to follow the southward for too far, and they also didn't want to continue mining day and night.

Most of the family members who are related to them have died one after another in the last rebellion and suppression, and even if they did not die, they were also purged.

There is naturally a reason why these people have a strong will to resist, and they simply die with one word, whether to die of exhaustion or fight and die again, nothing more than these two choices.

And choosing the latter means that there is no turning back from the bow, they will not think that they are all fighting, and they can still have the possibility of survival if they surrender, and it is impossible to continue to let them mine.

This is a group of red-eyed outlaws, already barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes, trying to gnaw on this piece of meat unless they run out of ammunition, or kill them all.

But with so many people, and such strong fortifications, it is not enough to take them down with a full regiment.

Indeed, the only thing that can limit them is ammunition.

Zhao Ming left them with a lot of ammunition, and it wasn't much.

In the armory of this military station, there were a total of 500,000 rounds of machine gun bullets, because there were too many, Zhao Ming couldn't drag them all away in one go, so he left them 100,000 rounds.

100,000 rounds is definitely not a few, ten light and heavy machine guns, each of which can share 10,000 shots.

Normally, it is not a problem to block the strength of this full regiment, slowly consume, control the output frequency, and maintain it for half a month.

But where will this group of people save bullets, seeing the enemy pressing up, they are all venting firepower, and many bullets are wasted.

But even if they were so wasteful, Lieutenant Colonel Vladimia would not be able to make his men charge too often.

Therefore, the frequency of the opponent's bullet consumption depends on whether Lieutenant Colonel Vladimia is willing to charge again and again.

And because the whole circumstances of this incident are not known, not only Vladimia does not know, but even Major Petrov, who was ambushed, does not know.

So they thought it was the rebel army stationed here, so Vladimia simply died here.

And directly summoned the nearby armored battalion to ask for support, yes, it was so outrageous that it didn't even call for air support.

But considering that he lacks intelligence, this is also understandable.

After all, from the initial call for help, they received that the military station was attacked by rebels.

The signal for help is clear, but don't you want to die here.

Because it is not clear that there is still such a group of forces as Zhao Ming, the significance of air support is not great.

Air strikes can deal a huge blow to a military station, but if you want to take this military station, you still have to take the action of armored troops.

What's more, there is a discord between land and air.

So, the time came to the fifth day in a blink of an eye, and as Zhao Ming and his party were now resting in situ near the Saiyin Shanda Mountain Range, everyone was already a little exhausted at this time.

On the five days, except for a few sporadic hours of rest every day, the large army has been on the road without sleep.

Coupled with the constant fear of reconnaissance and even air strikes by air power, everyone's spirit has always been highly tense.

But the result is intriguing, so much time has passed, and there has never been any movement of reconnaissance planes flying overhead.

But everyone hadn't relaxed their vigilance yet, and after resting for a few hours, Zhao Ming decided to leave a small number of people here to answer, and prepared to go directly into the grassland.

After all, no one knows if they will encounter pursuers next.

However, when they were about to open, they found a large group of people rushing towards this side.

After a little certainty, I couldn't help but be surprised to find that this group of people turned out to be one of the Han people who were willing to follow them south!

"You didn't encounter any danger along the way?"

Zhao Ming looked at the one led by this group of people and asked in a deep voice.

The person on the opposite side is named Zhou Xiong, his ancestral home is from Lu Province, and he is the most burly in this group of people, with a height of 1.95 meters and a very wide skeleton.

"No... No! ”

Zhou Xiong shook his head, and responded angrily, while looking at Zhao Ming with some hesitation, and asked tentatively, "Sir, when you say this, you will tell us who you are, can you tell us now?" ”

Along the way, Zhou Xiong and they have been discussing Zhao Ming's identity.

In fact, there was a guess in their hearts for a long time, but they were afraid, afraid that it was just an illusion. Because once the final truth does not match the imagination, then they may collapse as they walk.

A lot of them want to go home, they want to get out of here.

Many people here came to Outer Mongolia from China 10 years ago, when it was still part of the country.

So some of them were businessmen, some were missionaries, and some were visiting relatives.

Later, because of the great change in the situation, the merchants could not go back, the Taoist priests who preached were persecuted, and those who had visited relatives in the past were also detained there.

All of a sudden, they seem to have become homeless and homeless, rootless.

In the beginning, if they had relatives there, they could stay with their relatives, and if they didn't, they stayed at the villagers' homes.

However, as time passed year by year, the high-level leaders of Outer Mongolia began to deliberately curry favor with Russia, and they made some radical acts.

Exploitation and deliberate repression have emerged.

That was also the main reason for the anti-independence in the first half of this year.

They want to go home, they want it, it's an army from their own country!

Zhao Ming was originally thinking about the meaning of the other party's first half of the words, since this group of southbound teams did not encounter any pursuit attacks, it means that there is a high probability that those foreigners were dragged back, or affected by some other factors.

All in all, they seem to be much more secure.

But suddenly he found that this group of people were staring at him in unison, their eyes were blazing and full of hope, and Zhao Ming remembered the second half of what the other party had just said.

Looking at these lovely eyes, Zhao Ming took a deep breath, nodded with a smile, and gave a satisfactory answer.

"Not bad! We are here to save you! Rest assured, you'll be home soon! ”

As these words came out, the expected excitement did not appear, but a silent cry.

Many men and women have begun to cry, and some of them are women, but there are not many of them, and the ratio of men to women is 9:1.

Most of the women are younger, no more than forty years old, because the older ones may have died of exertion.

Men are generally between the ages of 27 and 8 to 50.

Many may have arrived in Mongolia in their teens, and now this is almost thirty.

And some of those who came to Mongolia at the age of 30 may be in their forties or fifties now.

Just looking at it, everyone seems vicissitudes, and they don't ask, thinking that this is a group of middle-aged and elderly people in their forties and fifties, or even sixty or seventy.

The long hours of work have made them full of traces of time.

But anyway, they are better than working under the hands of the Orientals, Zhao Ming still remembers a documentary text he read in his previous life.

These people may not be as miserable, but they are just as good as pigs.