Disabled!

Each family was given fifty silver coins, ten cattle, and one hundred sheep.

Those who returned alive were only ten cows and a hundred sheep.

In addition, those who have made outstanding contributions to the team will be rewarded based on their merits.

The lowest third-class martial artist can earn one hundred silver dollars.

These guys have copied it.

After they died, the family suddenly became rich. To be honest, I was a little envious of them."

"Uh...!" Li Yuan's eyes widened.

The reason for being brave is found, poverty!

For the happiness and prosperity of their families, these criminals are generally willing to give up their lives.

Even while alive, he is still pursuing the ultimate goal of making military exploits.

As long as you have military exploits, you will have money, pasture, livestock, and women.

In other words, having military exploits means having everything.

It's no wonder that in a short period of time, Geritu was able to gather two regiments with good combat effectiveness.

There are two fucking regiments. These are more than 9,000 death squads.

"The leader of Geritu also said that if you come back alive, I will be rewarded with two daughters-in-law." Hurge Jirel said eagerly.

"Uh...! Ambitious." Li Yuan sniffed.

"Stop lying on the roof for a while, the French are bringing the cannon over. That tower is no longer safe!

You'd better lie down by the ruins!"

In order to prevent Hugjiril's two daughters-in-law from becoming widows, Li Yuan carefully helped him choose a sniper position.

The rest time on the battlefield was short-lived. After receiving the mission, everyone ran to their bunkers to wait for the next battle.

The French will definitely launch another attack before dark. These French are actually quite capable.

The attack was launched with a direct-aimed cannon, and a shell hit the top of the tower where Hugjiril liked to stay.

With a huge roar, the tower broke into two pieces.

The upper tower fell to the ground, sending up a huge plume of dust.

Broken bricks flew everywhere, and the two Mongolian soldiers were unable to dodge and were buried alive by the bricks and stones.

Hugjirel turned his head and glanced at Li Yuan, who was five or six meters away from him!

If it hadn't been for Li Yuan, maybe the family would have had change and cattle and sheep.

French soldiers attacked again. These men were wearing red and blue military uniforms and white trousers.

It can be seen from a distance, five hundred meters away.

Li Yuan no longer has any heavy firearms in his hand. Rifle grenades and hand grenades are already considered "heavy weapons."

Everyone is running out of bullets.

Li Yuan was lying on the edge of a ruin, using a broken wall to cover himself.

The muzzle of the gun poked out from a hole in the remaining wall!

The bullets are not rich, so you have to put them into the person before you can shoot them. If you die, you will get money, but these people obviously have no suicidal tendencies.

Even if he died, he would still have to support him.

The Frenchman was holding a rifle with a bayonet, and the bayonet reflected the cold light in the setting sun.

Li Yuan tilted his lips and said that the French were very powerful. After two battles, it was just like that.

A long-distance charge must involve a shooting process.

At this time, attaching the bayonet will make the bullet inaccurate.

Among the Ming army, experienced veterans did not like bayonets.

Of course, the Liao army did not have much use for bayonets.

Because each of them is equipped with a revolver.

In close combat and hand-to-hand combat, the best equipment is actually not a bayonet, but a powerful nine-millimeter pistol.

Two bullets can knock a nine-foot-tall man upright.

The Mongolian soldiers obviously don't like bayonets very much. They prefer to swing their rifles as fire sticks.

Perhaps this has something to do with their ancestors' fondness for using maces.

The French soldiers were very close, almost a hundred meters away.

They took advantage of the ruins and continued to dodge and advance alternately. This is somewhat similar to the Liao army.

A French soldier was holding a gun and running nervously with his waist crotched. Just as he was about to fall down on the ruins to cover himself, a scorching bullet accurately penetrated his head.

The bullet carried huge kinetic energy and penetrated directly through his head.

The strong skull flew away at that time, and the gray brain and red blood spurted out far away.

Hugjiril rolled over and returned behind the ruins. He pulled the bolt of the bolt-action rifle in his hand and ejected a smoking bullet casing.

Reload the ammunition, hide on the other side of the ruins and lie down on the ground to take aim.

This is a good shot for a sniper!

Li Yuan decided to let this kid follow him from now on. He likes shooting, which is not a bad habit in the army.

Li Yuan aimed at a French soldier, held his breath and pulled the trigger.

"Da da da...!" The sound of the gunshot was obviously different from others.

He is the only one using the Aka rifle!

Three bursts were fired, all hitting the Frenchman's chest.

The Liao Army's shooting training never trains people to hit the enemy's head. It is not what soldiers should do to leave their broad chest and abdomen untouched and pursue headshots.

In fact, as long as a bullet hits the chest, the person will basically be disabled.

The bullet's powerful kinetic energy would instantly shatter the enemy's ribs and sternum. The bullet rolled back and forth inside the organs, and when it finally escaped from the back, the wound was already horrific.

People who can survive such injuries can only be said to be lucky.

Out of ten people, not even one could survive.

Especially the Aka rifle, which fires three rounds. After hitting the target, there is basically no possibility of survival.

Hearing Li Yuan's gunfire, the Mongolian men who had been holding back for a long time started shooting one after another.

These people are generally very good at marksmanship, which may have something to do with the fact that they have been shooting arrows since they were young.

Several French soldiers who jumped out and were advancing alternately were shot and fell to the ground screaming loudly.

"boom!"

Li Yuan felt the broken bricks and tiles flying in front of him in an instant, and he quickly pressed his body against the remaining wall.

He wished he could rub himself into the broken wall!

Broken bricks, tiles and stones fell down like raindrops. A large piece of brick hit the ground next to Li Yuan's helmet and broke into several pieces.

It was the French mortars that began to show off their power. The artillerymen behind them saw the position of the Ming army through their telescopes and began to use artillery shells to clear the targets.

In order to kill a Ming army, they did not hesitate to fire several mortars.

Li Yuan's body was pressed tightly against the remaining wall, and his ears were buzzing and he couldn't hear anything.
Chapter completed!