Our helmets reflect light!"

For a moment, Ding San looked at the old monkey's helmet and reacted.

Although the helmet is spray-painted, there is still some reflection under the moonlight.

Those guerrillas saw the reflection of the moon on their helmets and were able to suppress the Ming army.

"Fuck!" The old monkey took off his helmet without saying a word.

Ding San did the same, taking off his helmet and throwing it into the foxhole.

They responded, but others did not.

Many soldiers were still in foxholes shooting at the guerrillas who came out.

The scorching Maxim bullets flew towards them!

That machine gunner was very powerful, and his short bursts of fire were quick and hard.

One after another, Ming soldiers, especially the new recruits, were shot to the ground.

The old monkey gritted his teeth and climbed out of the foxhole, running wildly on the front.

Every time you see someone, ask them to take off their helmets.

After running two kilometers, the old monkey felt that his lungs were about to explode.

The scenes along the way shocked him, and none of the four machine guns in the company were spared.

They were all killed by mortars, including the machine gunners.

Judging from this firepower density, at least twenty mortars were firing at the same time.

Moreover, these mortars also shot different targets.

Being able to use mortars to this extent was something that no ordinary Ming army company could do.

Oh shit!

Who are those people who are so good at fighting?

After asking each platoon leader, the company's casualties made his heart bleed.

Without machine gun suppression, we could only rely on the company's mortars.

But the entire company only had three mortars, and even with grenade launchers, the firepower was not enough to stop the attack of so many people within a two-kilometer range.

And those charging guerrillas were also quite skilled in their tactical movements.

Three or four of them formed a fighting group. One person ran a few steps forward and lay down on the ground.

When you aim at that person, the person behind him stands up and runs forward.

When you moved the muzzle of the gun, the other person stood up again.

In short, you spend most of your time aiming.

But those guerrillas were like prairie dogs: one stood up, another lay down, one lay down, and another stood up.

The final result was that a lot of bullets were consumed, but few people were killed.

As we watched, the enemy troops approached from 300 meters away, to 200 meters, and then to 100 meters.

Finally, it actually broke into the range of fifty meters.

The guerrillas jumped forward and threw grenades at the Ming army.

As grenades exploded one after another, the casualties on the Ming army's side increased a lot in an instant.

The old monkey saw with his own eyes that several grenades were thrown into a foxhole one after another.

The Ming soldiers in the foxholes were blown up by the explosion.

His body was covered with shrapnel and there were blood holes all over his body.

The old monkey gritted his teeth and ran, firing short bursts with his Aka rifle.

His burst shots were steady and accurate, knocking out four or five guerrillas in a row.

I slumped and rolled into the foxhole to change the magazine. I just fell into the foxhole.

A mortar shell exploded right next to where he was standing, only three or four meters away from the old monkey's foxhole.

The old monkey felt a "buzzing" sound in his head, and then he couldn't hear anything.

I touched my ears behind my back and found something sticky on my hands.

You don't need to look to see that your ears are bleeding from the shock.

My whole body felt like it was falling apart, and my back hurt terribly.

At this time, I don’t know whether he was injured or not.

He spit out a mouthful of blood and took two deep breaths.

My lungs hurt a little, probably from the shock from the mortar just now.

But I still have to be lucky. If I hadn't rolled into the foxhole to change the magazine, I would have been riddled with shrapnel.

After struggling to change the magazine, before he could get out of the bed, he saw several black guns pointed at him.

The guerrillas were shouting something, but with old monkey ears, they couldn't hear anything now.

Suddenly, these people exploded in front of his eyes.

The old monkey was covered with broken human body fragments, blood mist and various internal organs.

The worst thing was that a guy was beaten in half from the waist, and his intestines fell out and were hanging on the old monkey's neck.

The intestines that are still moving are still warm!

Fortunately, my nose has been so smoked that I can't smell anything else, otherwise this smell would make me sick to death.

He quickly reached out and picked off the sticky intestines, threw them on the ground and stepped on them!

The guy who had half of his body scratched on the ground with his hands, with a look in his eyes that no old monkey dared to look at.

A handful of blood-soaked soil was thrown straight into the old monkey's face.

It seems to be blaming him for stepping on his intestines!

The old monkey shot the guy's head off with one shot, and the minced meat, blood and brains sprayed all over his face.

Originally there was a helmet to block it, but now it's great, it's really sprayed all over my head and face.

You can't hear the sound, but you can feel the ground shaking.

Having the courage to poke his head out of the foxhole, the old monkey saw three Type I tanks, firing rapidly with their pair of 2.5-inch rapid-fire cannons.

Although this kind of obsolete tank was overwhelmed on the front-line battlefield, it was defeated by various anti-tank weapons of the coalition forces.

It can be used to deal with guerrillas whose heavy weapons are only mortars, but it is very useful.

A twenty-five-millimeter rapid-fire cannon, the shells are fired out like a chain of bullets.

Wherever this iron chain swings, people there will become a pile of broken pieces.

Blood and minced meat greatly stimulate people's visual nerves.

The cruelty of war is vividly demonstrated at this moment.

The old monkey took a deep breath and slowly sat down along the wall of the foxhole.

There was a bit of pain under my buttocks, and when I lowered my head, I saw a human hand exposed.

The old monkey didn't take out the man's arm and throw it away!

I really don't have any strength at all, and all I can do now is breathe.

I don’t know how long it took, but I finally gathered some strength.

Standing up while holding on to the wall of the foxhole, he saw a pair of military boots and Ding San's face that needed a beating to the extreme.

Even though I'm like this, this bastard is still laughing.

Ding San's mouth moved again and again, but the old monkey still couldn't hear what he said.

He gestured irritably to Ding San, motioning for Ding San to pull him up.

Now, I really don't have the strength to climb up.

Ding San stretched out his hand and pulled the old monkey up.

Under the silver moon, three Type 1 tanks were chasing down the guerrillas.
Chapter completed!