Just blow up the French people in front of you!

"Boom!" As soon as he walked to the phone, there was a huge explosion behind him.

The blast of air shook the old monkey's chest and made him feel tight!

The machine gunner who had just received the order disappeared together with the machine gun, and only dots of flames remained on the ground.

Oops!

The ominous premonition was confirmed!

"Run!" the old monkey shouted towards the mortar position.

But it's too late!

The shells hit the mortar position with a whistle, and the explosions were so dense that they could not be heard.

"Boom!" There was an earth-shattering explosion, and the air wave blew the old monkey away more than thirty meters away.

It's over!

The ammunition was detonated and the mortar position was destroyed.

The little firepower in the company is completely gone, and grenade launchers are now considered heavy firepower.

But...but this thing is a supplementary firepower in the area between the machine gun and the mortar, and its power is inferior to the mortar.

The explosions came one after another, lasting only two minutes.

All the machine gun positions in the company that had just fired were wiped out!

Now the old monkey understood. He had just exchanged fire with the Ming army because he wanted to record the location of the machine gun position.

That Maxim was used to lure Ming army mortars. As long as the mortars fired continuously, the position of the mortar position could be determined by relying on the muzzle flash.

Although the mortar muzzle flash was very weak, the French found it accurately in the dark night.

Everything was carefully arranged, and the French were very patient this time.

Soon, the pinned down Frenchmen began firing.

The hot rifle bullets tore through the night, leaving fiery red bullet marks.

The Ming army infantry had no choice but to bite the bullet and fight back!

"Boom!" A cannonball landed accurately in front of a Ming army soldier, blowing up the man's upper body.

The deformed helmet flew more than forty meters and landed at the old monkey's feet.

The French didn't know what kind of cannon they were using, so they fired one by one with muzzle flashes.

As long as there is a muzzle flash, the shells will follow.

Even those with strong skills can find it difficult to avoid the bombardment.

Within only six or seven minutes, more than a dozen Ming soldiers were killed by artillery.

The Ming army, on the other hand, was unable to mount a decent counterattack.

"Company commander, I took my men and went over there and blew up their cannon with a grenade."

"Come back, you know where the cannons are." The old monkey roared angrily.

They were all brothers stirring up trouble in the same pot, and now they were being killed one by one as if by name, which made the old monkey feel bad.

But what kind of cannon did the opponent use?

Howitzer?

impossible!

Howitzers can't be that accurate!

Moreover, the power of the howitzer is far greater than this cannon.

What the hell is this?

The old monkey tried hard to figure out what kind of weapon this was.

There was no time for him to think about it anymore. The soldiers all huddled in the bunker and did not dare to shoot at all.

The French kept testing this with rifles. Some people had already run out of the bunker and began to approach the Ming army step by step.

As for the Ming army, as long as someone dared to shoot, there would be shells following the muzzle flash.

The power of the artillery shells cannot be said to be strong, but it is enough to deal with infantry.

The old monkey watched the flames explode, and the French soldiers in the distance became more courageous and began to charge with howls.

The situation is not very urgent, but extremely urgent.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" The explosions kept ringing, and almost every explosion was a living man.

"Get out! Damn it, get out!"

Get them all out!" The old monkey's face turned livid, and he roared out the order to retreat. The sound even drowned out the sound of exploding artillery shells.

"Company Commander, you will be shot if you evacuate the position without authorization." The deputy company commander was stunned at that time and pulled the old monkey's coat to persuade him.

"No matter how we fight this battle, it will be useful if all our brothers die here. Withdraw!"

Whoever doesn't fucking withdraw will be killed by me.

I am responsible for the orders I gave. If you are to be shot in the future, I will be the first one to hit my head."

The old monkey got angry, picked up the Aka rifle and roared.

"Company Commander, I didn't mean that. I...!"

“I don’t have time to write ink here, so I’ll remove it quickly.

Withdraw! Everyone withdraw!"

"What to do with the bodies of our brothers?" The deputy company commander thought of another question.

According to the rules, even if you retreat, you cannot leave your brother's body to the enemy.

"I can't care anymore. I can't even care about the living people. Why should I care about the dead?" the old monkey cursed.

The old monkey roared, and all the Ming soldiers ran back as if they had been pardoned.

They are all veterans who are accustomed to fighting. They know which battles are easy to fight and which battles are not easy to fight.

They all understand that this battle is hopeless. If they continue to hold on, the whole army will be destroyed.

If we continue at this speed, the whole company can support it for at most one hour.

The Ming army fled the battlefield for the first time, and the French rushed forward with excited shouts of "ooh" and "ooh".

Starting from the battle outside Tsaritsyn, there has never been such an easy victory.

Every time the Ming army conquered a position, it was not without mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

In the end, the trenches were filled with corpses, so that the Ming army could finally occupy the position.

The old monkey glanced at the French soldiers who were catching up behind him, and a sinister smile appeared on his lips.

"Chasing me, then pursue me well!"

The French soldiers chased and shot at the same time.

However, it is too difficult to shoot moving targets while running.

What's more, it's still nighttime and visibility is very poor.

The Ming army fled in embarrassment, and the French army also pursued them fiercely.

Suddenly, there was a slight explosion at the feet of the French soldiers who were rushing at the front.

The sound is not loud, but it is very deadly.

A landmine was stepped on and exploded. The mine was not very powerful. However, dozens of steel balls had been embedded in the legs of the French soldiers.

The French soldier fell to the ground and howled so fiercely that it made one's scalp numb. It was no longer a human voice, but an evil spirit from hell.

A French officer ran over and shot the soldier in the head.

The howl suddenly stopped!
Chapter completed!