While laying mines, there were still scattered people retreating back.

Fortunately, a path was left in the minefield for those who were finally able to escape.

The people running by were very scattered and in small groups.

There was even one person running away with a gun!

Others threw away their guns and ran with bare hands.

"Everyone, stay alert, the Hebrews are coming."

The old monkey called the engineer back and looked into the distance with his telescope.

At around four o'clock in the afternoon, the first Hebrew finally appeared in the telescope.

Then the second, the third...

There was a whole platoon, searching and advancing in battle formation.

Ding San was lying in the trench, with the sniper rifle in his hand already mounted on a stand.

With the bracket, the stability of the gun will be much better.

The trigger was pulled, and the guy walking in the middle fell to the ground.

From a distance of more than 800 meters, he could kill with one shot, and the whole company was shouting hello to Ding San.

Ding San didn't move, he shot again.

A Hebrew soldier squatting on the ground, preparing to shoot from a crouching position, also lay on the ground.

Ding San quickly put away his gun, ran twenty or thirty meters along the trench, and sat down next to the old monkey.

"We killed two of them. We can't stay in that place any longer." Before he could finish his words, several mortar shells hit the place where Ding San had just stood.

After shaking off the dust from his head, Ding San stuck his head out and took a look.

The Hebrews were all lying on the ground and crawling back slowly.

"The mortars are in the grassland over there." The old monkey pointed to the grassland in the distance.

To say that the land in Ukraine is fertile, no one is planting it, and the weeds grow as tall as a person.

The mortars were hidden in the grass and could not be seen at all.

That is to say, the old monkey has sharp eyes!

The location of the mortar was discovered based on the little smoke coming out of the mortar's muzzle.

He saw it with his eyes and reported the position to the computer soldier.

The calculation soldier quickly picked up the phone, reported the coordinates here, and the cannonball called over there.

The artillery battalions directly under the regiment are all equipped with 120 howitzers.

The nine guns fired together and fired two volleys!

Until I saw the mortar bomb exploded through the telescope, there was another round of applause from the computer soldiers.

Accurate sniper, large caliber tactical howitzer.

The Hebrews quickly realized that they had been sniped by the Ming army.

The Russian army does not have such well-trained snipers, nor does it have such large-caliber artillery support.

There are not many 120 howitzers in the Russian army.

It's not as wealthy as the Ming army. There are artillery battalions in the regiment.

The Hebrews in that platoon didn't get any favors either. The soldiers prepared the shots and Zhu Yuan shook the phone and reported to the back.

The 120 howitzer was just a covering shot, and there were no survivors in that platoon.

There was no way, these people were lying on the ground to avoid the snipers.

Having such close contact with Mother Earth, the shells fell and the internal organs were shattered.

One of the vanguard platoons was eliminated, and there was absolutely no movement on the Hebrew side.

When encountering the elite Ming army, the Hebrews were more cautious.

It was getting dark, and mortars kept firing illumination bombs into the sky.

Continuous flares illuminated the Ming army's position brightly.

The old monkey was lying in the trench with a telescope.

This is probably the most pleasant time of the year. There are no flies, no more ants, and no more annoying mosquitoes.

Ding San lay down next to the old monkey, digging into the can of lunch meat.

"You can also eat this food so delicious, here you go." The old monkey couldn't stand the sound of Ding Sanba's mouth, so he opened his backpack and threw a can of beef over.

This is not a canned beef from the Ming army, but a canned beef exchanged with the Germans when they were stationed on the Smolensk front line.

"This Hebrew canned beef is authentic, a lump of beef, not even a bone or dregs.

It's on the same level as our original canned beef. I don't know what the people above thought, but they changed it to luncheon meat.

This thing tastes terrible!"

Ding San kept mumbling while opening the can.

"Look at what you're doing, you can't even keep up with a good old lady.

Even eating canned food won’t stop your mouth!

Luncheon meat tastes terrible, so you fucking eat it too."

The old monkey looked at the darkness in the distance and said angrily.

"They said that we, the Ming Dynasty, can't afford to fight.

The cows couldn't keep up with the eating speed, so the canned beef was replaced by canned luncheon meat."

"If the war is fought like this, no one will be able to fight it.

One shell cost more than fifty silver dollars, and the two volleys in the afternoon killed more than a thousand silver dollars.

In our Ming Dynasty, there are many families whose annual income is only a few dozen silver dollars.

How many people can be fed with one thousand silver dollars?"

"One thousand silver dollars, I used to think it was a large amount.

But now I feel like it’s not too much.”

"I'm eating, but I can't stop your mouth.

The money earned from reselling military supplies was collected steadily.

For most of my life from now on, I will have to live on this money.

You can still become rich even if you eat rice bran, all thanks to your hard work over the past few years.

In this life, there are not many opportunities to fight.

We have this opportunity, so we have to make enough money."

"snort!

I'm afraid that I have the life to make money but not the life to spend the money.

Let’s talk about it after tonight, I always feel that tonight is not a good night.”

"It's half past six, and it will be ready in another hour and a half.

As soon as eight o'clock arrived, everyone got on the tractor and started pulling.

This battlefield is full of mines."

The old monkey looked at the pocket watch. The hour and minute hands were aligned.

The time to evacuate is getting closer!

"It's too early to say this. I thought it wasn't that simple." Ding San muttered while eating canned beef.

"Shut your crow mouth, bah bah bah! Retreat at eight o'clock, retreat at eight o'clock, on time! On time!" The old monkey took two mouthfuls and kept mumbling.

Whatever was said came, the correspondent ran over with the notice.

"Company commander, there is a new order from the regiment, saying that we must hold on until eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Look, what did I say?" Ding San said with a smirk on his face.

"What a fool, do you want us to stay until eight o'clock tomorrow morning?

Damn, a company can defend a two-kilometer front for an entire night? How about fun?"

The old monkey jumped up and ran to get the phone.

"never mind!

What are you talking about with the leader?
To be continued...