A black figure appeared on the street corner, and immediately shrank behind the wall. Bayan pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Strings of bullets hit the wall at the corner, and bricks and debris flew everywhere.

When the black figure appeared again, he had fallen to the ground, with a large amount of blood oozing out of his body.

The recoil from the gun tore open the wound on his shoulder.

Bayan tightened the tourniquet on his shoulder, and the severe pain almost made him faint.

The injury on the shoulder came from a bullet graze two days ago.

This time, it was the most dangerous time for Bayan in the hail of bullets.

If the bullet was tilted a little to the left, it hit the neck. If it was tilted two inches downward, my arm might be useless.

"What's wrong? Still hurts?" Hugjirel crawled over and looked at Bayan's bleeding tourniquet.

"Damn, it hurts every time I jump. My whole arm can't work hard, so I can't shoot anymore."

Bayan cursed.

"It's better to go down. We have been guarding for three days, and we will go down one day."

"No!

This is the position of our Mongolian battalion. Here is the blood and soul of our brothers.

I'm leaving before the time comes, I'm sorry to them."

Bayan looked back.

In a house two hundred meters away, the bodies of brothers killed in battle were placed.

The tractors pulled away one car after another, and each and every lively man was now turned into a corpse, lying in a green body bag.

It’s been hard for three days!

The brothers suffered heavy casualties, with more than 20% killed and more than 40% wounded!

The current combat effectiveness of the entire battalion is less than half of what it was before the war.

The Israelis, dressed in brown clothes, fought with all their might.

During the day, they would hide in bunkers and rubble and shoot at the Ming army, and at night they would launch surprise attacks.

In two days, the Mongolian battalion had already experienced four hand-to-hand battles.

Those guys who came here in the dark didn't seem to think about how to get back.

The fight was a life-and-death struggle. If he hadn't taken advantage of the revolver, the casualties would have been even greater.

The guy I approached last night was even more amazing. He was also carrying a revolver.

The close combat turned into a confrontation between pistols on both sides. This scratch on the helmet was the masterpiece of the pistol.

The gunman was only about ten meters away from Bayan at the time, and Bayan thought he was dead.

But he didn't expect that the bullet would fly past his helmet.

The heavy scratches on the helmet have made the middle part transparent.

Bayan didn't dare think about what would happen if he didn't wear a helmet.

The most annoying thing are those British snipers!

These people's marksmanship is extremely accurate, and none of them have sights like the Ming army.

But at a distance of three to four hundred meters, their accuracy was astonishing.

The wounds on the shoulders were the work of those snipers.

If the Ming army was not equipped with snipers, this battle would suffer greatly.

"Bang!" A bullet hit the brick wall in front of Hugjiril.

The dust from the bullets splashed all over their heads and faces, and the two brothers quickly fell to the ground.

"Hold!

Snipers, get the fuck down."

Hugjiril shouted and crawled to grab his sniper rifle.

I exchanged a look with Bayan!

They are all old comrades-in-arms, so they naturally understand each other.

He took off his helmet and held up his gun, slowly leaning over the wall, as if he was slowly looking out to observe.

Hugjirel found a crack in the wall that had been blown apart, took off his helmet, and put his eyes close to the crack in the wall.

"Crack!"

There was another gunshot, and the Aka rifle in Bayan's hand was immediately shot into two pieces, and the gun fragments were scattered on the floor.

"Hold!"

Bayan cursed!

This is a very experienced sniper. He did not shoot a helmet, but a brick wall.

The gun this guy used probably had 12.7mm bullets.

The bullet penetrates the brick wall and still has a very high lethality. It can even directly break the receiver of the Bayan rifle!

The shot fired at Gejirel just now is probably the same, except that the base of the wall on that side is made of granite, which is relatively hard and did not penetrate.

This kid Hugjirel just lost his life.

"What a fool!" At a distance of 400 meters, the 12.7mm bullet is invincible.

Enough to penetrate most brick walls, unless you encounter the kind of granite you just encountered.

"Didn't see it!"

Hugjirel's words made Bayan feel desperate.

If you raise the helmet again, people may not be fooled.

Now, the only thing left is to use people to attract firepower.

This bastard must be found, otherwise he will be too lethal.

On the battlefield, this was the first time in a long time that I discovered that the opponent had a 12.7 mm caliber rifle.

Just as Bayan was about to stand up, he was pulled down by a hand from behind.

A short figure rushed out!

This is Bayan's communication soldier Huo'er thorn!

This boy was born with a short stature and was often bullied in the company.

Bayan saw that he was pitiful and quite clever, so he took him with him as a correspondent so that he wouldn't be bullied all day long.

"Be careful!" When he was pulled down, his shoulder hit a stone, and there was another heartbreaking pain.

Huo'er ran through the gravel-strewn street like a rabbit and ran to the other side.

The sniper didn't shoot!

Seeing that the sniper on the opposite side did not fire, Huoer stabbed behind the wall on the opposite street and took a deep breath.

Just when I was about to run out again...!

"Bang!" Another shot passed through a hole in the broken wall and hit Huo'erqi's chest!

The boy who was just jumping around was shot in two by a powerful bullet.

The blood on his body spilled down like a waterfall.

With two arms attached to his upper body, he kept scratching on the ground, opening and closing his mouth, and a mouthful of blood poured out from his mouth.

The two legs of the lower body were constantly twitching on the ground.

The blood quickly spread to the street, soaking the blue-gray stones.

"Huge Jirel, you bitch, you haven't... yet!"

"Bang!"

A gunshot!

That was the sound of the Ming army's sniper rifles scattering domineeringly!

Hugjiril held his gun and crawled over like a gecko in the corner.

"It's on!

Damn it, it's actually on the roof.

From his angle, he can just see the top of our helmets.

I just jumped a little bit...!"

"Fuck, I told this kid a long time ago not to jump before running!

What a fucking stinking problem it is, why can’t it be changed?”

Hugjirel cursed, but his eyes were filled with tears.

This is a good shepherd boy, and the family owes money to the leader.

In order to make money, he signed up to join the army and came to the front line.

Last night he also said that being a soldier for two years would not only pay off the debt and interest, but also save a lot.

When he returned to the grassland, he wanted to buy a new bag for his family and buy a lot of cattle and sheep.

His grandma makes the most delicious milk dregs. No woman in a hundred miles around can make it as good as grandma.
Chapter completed!