As an excellent military general, Manstein made a very correct decision, run!

He quickly slid down the big tree, and then slipped into the dense forest silently. He knew a well-traveled path that could allow him to escape from the forest in a hidden way.

Manstein was an excellent military general. He would observe the terrain very carefully before fighting. This was something taught to him by the Infantry Officer School in Dresden. As an excellent graduate, he strictly implemented this

Dogmatic teaching.

Unexpectedly, this instruction actually saved his life.

The airships in the sky kept firing downwards, and the rifles of the Polish guerrillas could not hit those airships at all.

After all, a 25mm artillery shell has a much farther range than a 9mm rifle.

The battle soon became a one-sided massacre, and the dense woods blocked the view. But it didn't matter, all the airships were divided into areas and fired at the ground indiscriminately.

If it encounters a large crowd, the airship will also launch a smoking object. This object will explode when it falls to the ground, and it is quite powerful.

Although it is a small airship, the airship pod also has a load capacity of six tons.

It can be said that every airship is a small ammunition depot.

The guerrillas who were fleeing in all directions in the mountain forest would not be able to run far before they were knocked to the ground by oncoming bullets.

The Ming Dynasty's army and guerrillas clearly had an advantage in equipment, because the Ming army used Aka rifles.

This rifle has a magazine capacity of thirty rounds and can shoot continuously. Moreover, the ballistic trajectory of this rifle is stable, the gun is well maintained, and the soldiers who have undergone rigorous training have very good shooting skills.

Shooting these scattered Polish soldiers was like shooting at a target.

Disintegration and retreat actually both involve escape. The only difference is that one runs in a more orderly manner, while the other runs without any order at all.

The Polish army was disintegrating. Those in front were shot down, and those behind would just continue to flee in another direction.

They were like headless flies, scurrying around in all directions.

Until they were the ones shot down!

Of course, there are also many people who are very conscious. They throw away the weapons in their hands, kneel on the ground, bury their heads in the soil, and wait for the enemy to beat them to death, or mercifully let them go and let them be prisoners of war.

When Batu saw the old monkey, the guy's face only had a small black spot.

"You Han people often say that a thousand-year-old tortoise is a thousand-year-old tortoise. If you live like this for ten thousand years, you will become a spirit. You can live for a thousand years."

Batu sat next to the old monkey, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and handed one to the old monkey.

"Fuck, you don't have anything nice to say. In Han people's mouth, "bastard" is a curse word.

I heard from books that in ancient times, turtle bastard was not a curse word. But I don’t know when it became a curse word.

If you come a little later, maybe I will become the food in the mouth of the turtle bastard.

Damn it!" The old monkey lit up his cigarette and took a deep drag. He actually didn't know what he was talking about. He just wanted to talk.

Today's battle is really extremely dangerous. If Batu comes a little later, he might really be killed.

After all, I only have one company in hand.

"You! You came up with this plan to kill everyone, so you said you were the bait. Now you're scolding me!

You know, those bastards who fly airships are not very accurate either." Batu was also smoking.

Except for the Ming army, there was no trace of the Polish army around.

Today I cast a big net to catch fish, and all I caught were small fish.

There is nothing to say. Many prisoners of war were Polish army soldiers who escaped from Russia. Some of them were Polish farmers who could not survive.

These people are willing to do anything for their stuttering, even bandits. Not to mention, they are called to deal with the hateful and barbaric Russians in the name of patriotism.

Of course, there are even more hateful, barbaric, and powerful Ming people.

It took four hours to cast the net and only two hours to close it.

Strings of prisoners were led out of the jungle, and Tumenovsky led his men to briefly interrogate the prisoners.

After the interrogation, a thick wire was passed through their pipa bones, and then they waited aside.

Wait for the next person to be put on the wire until there are ten people lined up in a row.

"Commander, we captured a few Germans." Hugjiril ran over excitedly and reported.

"How excited are you? It's so easy to calm down.

If you catch a few Germans, what will happen? Make meritorious service? Award you an award? Or give you a sizable bonus?

What about above?

You will use these Germans to continue asking for credit from above, and then get more bonuses and credit than you.

What next?

It spread to the commander’s ears layer by layer!

If the commander-in-chief is ready, we will prepare to fight the Germans in Poland. It is a real fight. The Germans are difficult to deal with. I have seen it."

The old monkey smoked and dug into the canned beef.

There were not many cans of beef, so they could only be distributed to those with meritorious service and the wounded. As the chief of staff, Old Monkey only received one can like ordinary soldiers.

"Then...! Then let's...!" The simple-minded Hugjiril didn't know what to do and looked at Batu with a look of help.

"Fuck, you have to die or live with your dick turned up. Just capture the prisoners and send them to them. Whatever the superiors decide, let them decide.

We, the top soldiers, have no way of controlling it.

besides!

Look at these brothers, they are all the sons of the most miserable herdsmen.

Why did they come to serve as soldiers? Just to risk their lives for a chance to get ahead!

They are not afraid of fighting, not afraid of death, not afraid of those things.

What they fear is poverty, and what they fear is being bullied by the bosses.

If they don't fight, what will they do to get ahead?" Batu took out a Mongolian-style leather wine bag from somewhere and took a big gulp.

The old monkey snatched the wine bag away without saying a word and took a big gulp of it.

The wine was kumiss, and I was not used to the milky smell. The old monkey still took a big gulp of it, and didn't stop until his cheeks were as bulging as a squirrel.

Some people are willing to exchange their lives for wealth, while others need to use their lives to enjoy wealth. Who can say for sure whether life is a life of wealth or a life of poverty?

The Polish prisoners were left behind, and they were the ones with low lives. The country was gone, so there was no talk of wealth and life.

The Germans were taken away by the airship, and those people were relatively noble. They were so noble that they even ate and drank before boarding the airship.

Everyone has a bottle of wine to drink, high-potency Hengshui Laobaigan. Mongolian men like high-potency wine, but even Mongolian men don’t touch it much.

This thing has a similar strength to medical alcohol. When medical alcohol is scarce, this thing can indeed be used for disinfection.

Each German got a bottle, put a funnel into his mouth and drank it hard.

The result was that after the Germans vomited, they were tied up like pigs and carried onto the airship.

They vomited out everything they had just eaten, but with this bottle of wine as a base, they were unconscious for at least a few hours.

Ensure flight safety to the greatest extent!

I have to say that these people's methods are a bit clumsy, but they are very effective.

The Ming Dynasty never lacked smart people, and it also never lacked effective methods.

The old monkey raised his neck and looked at the flying airship. After this encirclement and suppression, Warren should have calmed down for a long time!

Very long!

The old monkey hopes to live in peace for the rest of his life. He doesn't like fighting much anymore. At least not as much as before!

The Ming Dynasty is so wonderful. There are gentle women, familiar hometown dialects, delicious food, and everything I have been familiar with since childhood.

Although some of the familiar things are tender and painful. But now when I recall the painful time, they are all so sweet.

Even the old monkey will feel a touch of kindness when he thinks of his former enemy.

The emotion of homesickness is sometimes like the elusive black and white, which makes people confused.

Now I regret going to the Middle East during the holidays. Maybe I should go home. Even though there is no one in my hometown anymore, I still want to go back.

I don’t know when my next trip back will be. I don’t know if I still have the life to go back.

People are weird sometimes!

He had seen a guy with more than a dozen battle wounds all over his body, almost all of whom had been pieced together by military doctors. He could actually walk out of a field hospital alive and kicking. Not a single part of his body was missing!

Except for some scars on the body, nothing is missing.

These bastards actually use their scars as medals and take off their clothes to show others.

There were also some unlucky guys who were shot into the chest by a piece of shrapnel as big as a finger.

It was so fatal that it hit the heart directly!

There was not even a scratch on the rest of his body, but he was dead.
To be continued...