Sure enough, it was dark after the arrangement was completed.

The position that Old Monkey and the others were assigned was a wall about two kilometers long.

There are two towers beside the wall, which can be used as watchtowers.

In addition, there is a half-collapsed two-story building near the wall, which can be used as a solid support point.

This kind of half-collapsed house is actually the most popular, because another shell will probably not cause much damage.

In the city, a lot of it was torn to pieces by the bombing, but there are still a lot of ruins standing.

"Be alert, I always feel that that guy named Nian Gengyao is not a good person.

The same goes for the one named Yue Zhongqi!"

The old monkey dug a foxhole not far from the two-story building.

It is actually very difficult for a company to defend a two-kilometer-long front!

Fortunately, the Ming army was generally equipped with Aka rifles, which greatly enhanced the sustainability of firepower.

In addition, each platoon of the Ming Army has a general-purpose machine gun, and the company headquarters also has one.

The crossfire of four general-purpose machine guns is enough to seal off an area within two kilometers.

What's more, the Ming army also had grenade launchers and mortars.

Let alone guerrillas, even if they encounter regular troops, the old monkey will not be afraid.

It just so happens that today is still the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and the big moon hangs brightly in the sky.

Looking at the silver disk-like moon, the old monkey could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

At least, you won't become blind.

"I looked at Nian Gengyao and his eyes were cold and swishy, ​​like a wolf."

"People like this are fucking ruthless people who kill without blinking an eye. We can't afford to offend them."

"You don't kill people anymore?"

"It's different. I think if I fight him, I will be the one who dies in the end." The old monkey looked into the distance and took a long drag on his cigarette.

"Dragon Soul Special Forces Brigade, what is this? I've never heard of it before!"

"I don't know either, I heard it's specially used to deal with guerrillas.

Last time, they were the ones who killed the wave of guerrillas we chased in the mountains."

"Bang!" A sudden gunshot disrupted the conversation between the two people.

The old monkey took out his telescope and looked into the distance.

There are many people inside the building in the distance, and I don’t know how many people there are.

"There's one on top of the workshop opposite!" With many years of battlefield experience, Old Monkey found someone very quickly.

Ding San immediately used the scope to trap the man, and when he pulled the trigger, the man fell from the roof of the workshop.

The distance was too far, and the screams were only heard when people fell.

But despite the distance, the screams could still be heard clearly.

It can be seen how desperate this guy was in the last moments of his life.

The old monkey has no despair, only disappointment.

I originally thought that after killing a guy, the people in the workshop opposite would calm down a bit, but I didn't expect that several mortar shells would hit them without any purpose.

Although no one was hurt, it made the atmosphere suddenly tense.

"You've really been deceived. From now on, we will fight at night.

Thank you for letting everyone sleep for a few hours, otherwise I would be very sleepy tonight."

"Damn, it's hard to fight tonight.

We have mortars, and others also have mortars.

But behind us, there are no heavy artillery like those in the past.

Be more energetic, maybe I'll have to rely on you tonight."

The old monkey knew that the guy he just killed was probably an observation post.

And judging by the sound, those mortars were also near the workshop in front.

However, the mortar is a curved artillery piece, so it is very difficult to find its location.

"On the roof over there, another one climbed up." The old monkey's eyes were specifically looking for the roof.

Those guerrillas were really careless and kept climbing higher.

Don’t they know that when you have a wide field of vision and can see everyone, everyone can also see you?

Without any suspense, the guy also screamed and fell down.

Shoot down six or seven of them like birds. No matter how stupid you are, you will know that you can't climb any higher.

In the workshop, a few sneaky guys came out here and there.

At first glance, you can tell that he has little combat experience, and he is walking with his waist hunched over while holding a rifle.

The big moon hangs brightly in the sky, so I can crawl around without attracting bullets.

Sure enough, the Ming army's machine gun rifle bullets shot over like locusts.

Several people didn't even have a chance to lie down before they were beaten into pieces by bullets.

However, it seems that the people in the workshop have little experience, or maybe there is something important outside.

After the first wave of people were killed, three or four more people were sent out soon after.

These three or four people were also killed as expected.

The old monkey reacted first: "Stop shooting!

Stop shooting!"

He crawled out of the foxhole and grabbed the correspondent.

"Tell the machine gun to move its position, quickly!"

The correspondent ran away with an arrow in his butt!

Just as the correspondent ran out, two or three more people came out of the workshop, still crouching and sneaking forward.

Machine gun bullets pierced the night sky again.

"It's over!" The old monkey felt cold, turned around and got into the foxhole.

"boom!

Boom!" Explosions sounded one after another.

Orange flowers bloomed on the Ming army's position!

The fire points exposed in the shooting just now were taken care of by the mortars as if they were called by name.

Everything was an illusion, including the extremely amateur blind mortar firing twenty minutes ago.

Those rat-like people who slipped out of the corners of the workshop were beaten by the Ming army.

As long as the Ming army fired, those observation posts hiding in the dark would record the location of the Ming army's firepower points.

They have been here for so long, and they have already calibrated the shooting points, and may even have tried firing here.

Too careless!

I don’t know how much of the machine gun can be saved. If all the machine guns are blown up, the people below will be very passive.

The first round of mortar firing took more than ten minutes to complete. One mortar landed only about ten meters away from the foxhole of Lao Monkey and his friends.

The ears of Old Monkey and Ding San were buzzing.

While the two brothers were still shaking off the dust that had fallen from their bodies, hundreds of guerrillas dressed in black slipped out of the workshop silently like swimming fish.

These people started shooting as they walked. A gun barrel poked out of a window on the second floor of the workshop and fired continuously to suppress the Ming infantry below.

You can tell by the sound that it is a Maxim.

Maxim is famous for his fast shooting speed, but the real Maxim shooters all shoot in short bursts.

This kind of heavy machine gun is still astonishingly powerful at a distance of about five hundred meters.

The infantry of the Ming army were suppressed by Maxim's short bursts of fire and could not hold their heads up!

Even the old monkey just raised his Aka rifle above his head and shot.

As for whether you can hit someone, it all depends on the character of the other person.

"How do they know we are hiding here?" The old monkey was puzzled.

"Steel helmet, it's a steel helmet.
To be continued...