You could still faintly hear the sound of someone crying and howling. With the gradually brightening skylight, Shang Ke was pleased to see that many people didn't even have guns in their hands.

Indeed, there were no guns. These people were forced to rush forward by the gunfire from behind. Those who were left behind would be killed by bullets flying from nowhere.

When these people ran into the minefield, they didn't know that they had stepped into the gate of hell. Some of them would lower their heads and pick up the guns on the ground, then howl and discharge their guns as they rushed forward.

Bullets were flying aimlessly, and some people even fired into the sky.

Obviously, they were not shooting at the enemy, but emboldening themselves.

Seeing that the minefield that had been laid last night after more than a dozen brothers died was about to be destroyed by these people again.

The Ming army had no choice but to use precious mortar shells to fight back.

The shooting Zhuyuan had already planned, and a burst of fire and smoke swallowed up these Ottomans.

After one round of shooting, the Ming Dynasty's artillerymen scurried around like rats.

There were many bunkers that they left, only to be greeted by howitzers five minutes later.

The huge explosion blasted broken bricks and tiles into the sky, and then it seemed like a rain of stones fell from the sky.

Broken bricks! Rotten tiles! Cement blocks! Parts of dead people!

A lot of them smashed down!

A hand fell in front of Shang Kexi with a ring on it.

The battalion commander next to him was more unlucky, with an intestine hanging from his neck.

"Hidden!" the battalion commander shouted, blowing the whistle as hard as he could.

Those hidden Ming soldiers, like groundhogs, burrowed into the bunkers that had been dug around them.

Some of these bunkers are in the cracks of ruins, some are basements, and some are actually wells!

Shang Kexi reluctantly returned to the underground warehouse!

There was the sound of a heavy hammer hitting the ground above, and wisps of dust fell down along the roof.

Every time a shell exploded, it was like hitting my heart. My chest felt very tight. Even though I had a big mouth, my eardrums still bulged, which was very uncomfortable.

Good people can't stand it, and the wounded can't stand it even more.

Many of the wounded were so shocked that they vomited blood, and some were so coughing that they jumped like a landed fish.

Shang Kexi's scalp was numb, and he could tell by the sound. This was not an ordinary artillery shell, but a heavy rocket.

The Ming army's position has been compressed to this point, which is very suitable for concentrated rocket bombardment.

Fortunately, the 480mm naval gun is too powerful. The battle lines of the two armies are intertwined, and one's own people will be injured if one is not careful.

Otherwise, if that thing is smashed down, it will directly blast a large pit more than ten meters deep on the ground!

Not to mention bunkers, even underground warehouses will be blown through.

When the shelling stopped, the battalion commander wanted to rush out. But he was rescued back by Shang Kexi!

After only five minutes of silence, the sound of cannons sounded again.

"I'm fucking grandma!" The battalion commander's eyes immediately turned red.

Such repeated bombardment will annihilate those soldiers who have just stepped out of the bunker.

Not to mention the shrapnel and broken bricks and tiles ejected by the explosion of the artillery shell, even the shock wave can kill people alive.

I don't know how many of the soldiers outside have died under this intermittent shelling.

The duration of the second shelling was very short. Shang Kexi glanced at his watch, picked up his Aka rifle and was the first to rush out.

The sun had not yet emerged from the horizon, but Shang Ke was glad to see rows of Hebrew soldiers hunched over in the hazy skylight, rushing towards the Ming army's position at high speed.

On the Ming army's position, everything seemed to be almost the same as before, except that there were many more craters and the air was filled with a more choking smell of gun smoke.

However, the broken bricks on the ruins were even more broken. The ground was covered with broken bricks, and it hurt your feet when you stepped on them.

Beside those bunkers, there were many corpses of Ming army soldiers lying.

Not many were killed by beatings or bombings, but most were shocked to death.

Judging from their bodies, many of them felt bad and were returning to the bunker.

"Mortar!" the battalion commander shouted sternly.

Soon, those guys carrying mortars emerged from places like wells and basements like groundhogs.

It's just that their faces are covered with dust, and they all look like little devils.

"Coax them back to me!"

The Hebrews ran very fast, and some of the powerful ones had already passed through the minefields they had trodden, and were approaching within 200 meters of the Ming army's position.

The Ming army's mortars and grenades were thrown down as if they were free.

The Hebrews, like the Ottomans, were soon surrounded by smoke and flames.

Nowadays, when fighting a war, the first thing is an artillery battle.

When Shang Kexi heard the sound of machine guns, the Hebrew soldiers had already rushed within a hundred meters.

The Ming soldiers lay down behind their bunkers and fired at the approaching Hebrew soldiers.

It is difficult to hit a running person, but fortunately the Aka rifle has a three-round burst function.

Set the speed machine to two and fire three bullets at once. As long as the bullet hits, the person will basically lose his combat effectiveness.

The Hebrew artillery here was aiming at the Ming army like crazy.

As long as the muzzle fire of the Ming army's machine guns is exposed, artillery shells will fall down soon.

The Hebrews, who had no scruples, even pushed the cannon to the front and fired directly.

After a few shots from the Ming Dynasty's machine guns, they had to change positions.
Chapter completed!