"Toot! Toot! Toot!"

The whistle blew, and all the soldiers in the Mongolian battalion stood up and charged towards the British army on a two to three kilometer long front.

Early in the morning is when people sleep most energetically. The British, who were awakened by the artillery fire, never expected that the Ming army would launch an attack at this time.

A 155 howitzer shell hit the bunker directly, and a squad of British soldiers were wiped out before they could get out of the bunker.

Bayan ran "whooshing" and "whooshing", and soon he felt that his feet were his again.

However, the numb, itchy and painful feeling almost drove him crazy.

Looking at Hugjirel, who was more than a hundred meters ahead, the little bastard was jumping and jumping as he ran, and he didn't look much better.

Everyone rushed forward, feeling the wind whistling in their ears.

The 155th over there had already fired three rounds of volleys and started shooting in depth.

It was the battalion's howitzer company that was now bombarding the British positions.

Six howitzers are hidden under a small highland a little more than three kilometers away, and the observation post is on the small highland.

It can be said that the artillery shells were chasing the feet of the British. As long as people were found running on the British position, the artillery shells would come over within ten seconds.

The artillery company has the most veterans in the entire battalion, and almost all of the 10% veterans are in the artillery company.

The artillery fire was well connected. The British were bombarded by large artillery and then by small artillery.

The mortar platoons of each company rushed to a distance of 500 meters and found a place to set up their mortars.

The sharp knife squads of each company had already rushed to a distance of 300 meters from the British.

The battalion's howitzers also began to fire extended range.

If he hits again, he will blow up one of his own people.

The howitzers stopped and the mortars regained their energy.

In the darkness, the muzzle flash was very clear.

Wherever there is fire, mortar shells will follow and hit that place.

The British could either choose to shoot and change places, or shoot shrapnel into a sieve.

Even so, the casualties are not small.

After all, when a mortar shell comes down, the damage radius of the shrapnel is seven meters.

In order to increase the hit rate, the Ming army's mortars usually fired two salvos at a target.

Humans are not machines, and not everyone can run out and be covered by dozens of artillery shells in a few seconds.

The most unlucky thing was the British machine guns. Most of the machine guns fired a few times before being covered by mortars.

The British machine gunners were forced to fire only short bursts of fire.

However, shooters who dare to interrupt burst shooting generally have good marksmanship.

Many soldiers from the sharp knife squad who rushed to the front were mowed down by machine guns.

What's even more terrible is that the British mortars also reacted and began to fire sporadically at the Ming army.

Under the cover of artillery fire, the sharp knife squad rushed directly to a distance of dozens of meters.

The soldiers were in a combat group of three, and they were constantly rolling forward and leaping forward. One person acted, and two people shot and covered.

Although there were casualties, they were not serious, but it took a lot of energy.

"Damn it, grenade gun, you're going to keep the offspring of your cannonball." Hugjiril saw that the sharp knife squad had almost all casualties, and slapped the grenade hand on the face.

Generally speaking, grenade launchers follow the company commander and are the heavy firepower controlled by the company commander during a charge.

"No!" After wiping away the blood from his nose, the grenadier immediately fell to one knee on the ground.

Stretch your arms flat and raise your thumbs to count the elements.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Three grenades were fired at the same time, and Hugjiril watched as the machine gun and machine gunner were blown up into the sky.

"Fuck! I'll reward you with a bottle of Laolongkou after I finish the fight."

Hugjiril excitedly patted the grenade hand on the shoulder!

Selectively ignoring the kid's nose that was still bleeding.

"promise!

Sir, you don’t dare to lie!”

This guy actually grinned.

The sharp knife platoon has already rushed to the British position, and the next step is to deal with rifles and grenades.

It has nothing to do with the grenade!

Bayan looked at the watch issued in Moscow. It only took more than 20 minutes from the time when the 155 howitzer was smashed down to when the gunfire gradually became sparse.

When the correspondents sent by each company reported the number of enemies annihilated, they found that there was only a little more than one company.

No wonder it was so easy to fight.

The order from the regiment was to defend on the spot after taking the position.

It seems that the group has no intention of giving up this place after occupying it.

“Each company strengthened its position and built a circular fortification.

The artillery battery was pulled into the middle of the ring fortifications.

Communications class, pull the phone lines to each company."

Bayan began to issue orders and prepared to stick to them.

After the order is given, I habitually open the map in the hard folder.

This is a habit I developed during training. I study maps whenever I have time.

Our position is a stronghold about six kilometers behind the junction of the British and French, and it happens to be stuck on a highway.

Although the British and French did not have tractors, their carriages needed roads more.

Because tractors can travel cross-country, horse-drawn carriages cannot.

As long as the wheel sinks into the ground, it will be useless even if you beat the horse to death.

Such an important stronghold was actually defended by only one company.

Although the battle was won, Bayan also knew that the Mongolian battalion had slipped in along the gaps in the battle line, and it would not be that easy to get out.

This was also the reason why he believed that this mission was because the casualties of the Mongolian battalion were not enough.

The Mongolian battalion now hangs alone six kilometers behind the battle line, which means it is surrounded by enemies on all sides.

It is estimated that starting at dawn, the Mongolian camp will be attacked by waves of coalition forces.

And they are attacking from all directions.

I don’t know what the regulations of the regiment are, but the order of the regiment is to wait for help.

Whether Bayan can hold on to it or not, he has no idea.

After receiving the order, each company began to struggle.

The craters created by the 155 shells just now were turned into foxholes.

Everyone has to dig foxholes, but this foxhole has to be filled with soil.

Otherwise, there is a risk of people falling in and being unable to climb out.

But this place is very suitable for a mortar position.

The mortars are hidden here and cannot be seen with binoculars from outside.

The howitzer position is hidden on the edge of a forest.

Bayan felt that if placed in the forest, it would definitely be bombarded.

Because there is only such a forest within a few kilometers.
Chapter completed!