The old monkey felt that something was wrong today. The French army actually launched an attack at night.

The French army's logistics supplies were poor, and frontline soldiers could only receive two pieces of bread a day.

A single nutritional intake quickly caused soldiers to suffer from night blindness.

Therefore, the French will basically not attack at night.

But today, it seemed like a different army had launched a large-scale attack at night.

Judging from the sound of gunfire, the attacking French army had at least one reinforced platoon, or even a company.

There are two Maxims and a large number of mortars.

It was dark, and mortars kept firing flares into the sky.

It was as bright as day on the battlefield, but there were only ruins and broken bricks and tiles.

Ming soldiers wearing snow camouflage will basically not be discovered as long as they don't move.

Instead, Ding San climbed to the roof of the boiler room and could clearly see the attacking French army with the help of light.

These French soldiers kept their heads down and hid behind the ruins, pretending to have the courage to shoot at the opposite side.

Maxim kept making "ta-da-da" noises, and he didn't know if he saw the target. Anyway, it was just a sweep. If you hit it, you will make a profit. If you can't hit the Ming army, you can be more courageous.

For some unknown reason, the Ming army's mortars did not fire.

Could it be that the company commander who looks like a bandit leader still wants to reenact the battle of the previous two days?

How is this possible? The French are not stupid and can be kicked twice by the same donkey?

The scope was put on the machine gunner several times, but he had to give up.

The distance is a bit far and hit cannot be guaranteed.

Ding San always felt that there was something different about these French troops.

Compared with the French army during the day, they at least knew how to wear white sheets on their bodies. Their hats were also wrapped in white cloth, and the style was very similar to the Ming Dynasty filial piety hat.

I have to say that white sheets still bring some protection.

At least, it's better than that red double-breasted top.

More importantly, the white sheets concealed the military uniform and military rank.

Ding San can no longer easily find officers in the crowd!

But based on experience, Ding San still targeted one guy.

Every time this guy waved, some French soldiers would run forward.

He must be an officer, at least in a command position.

"Bang!" A 12.7mm bullet hit the guy directly below the back of the neck.

The powerful bullet almost exploded his chest.

The head rolled out more than a meter, and blood spurted even further.

The surrounding French troops were so frightened that they all looked for bunkers to hide. Some experienced guys began to search for the location of the gunman by following the wounds.

"His grandma is hard to deal with!" An ominous premonition hit Ding San's mind. Without any hesitation, Ding San picked up the sniper rifle and hid behind the boiler.

"Boom!" In less than half a minute, a shell hit the window where he was just standing.

Countless shrapnel mixed with the flying bricks made the boiler bang.

Fortunately, there was a boiler in the way, otherwise I would have died by now.

Ding San carried a sniper rifle and ran wildly in the dust.

He didn't care at all what thing blew him up, Ding San just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

If a heavy artillery shell really comes, even if you want to run away, you won't have a chance.

The old monkey who was hiding behind a low wall immediately felt his scalp numb when he saw the explosion of fire in the boiler room.

The French troops who attacked tonight were very patient. They did not attack like the previous French troops.

Instead, they moved forward bit by bit, hiding behind large ruins or behind broken walls to hide their figures.

Although the soldiers of the Ming army were good at marksmanship, they couldn't do anything against these people.

Because they were hiding more than 200 meters away and shooting at the Ming army without taking a step forward at all.

"Machine gun, don't move." The old monkey shouted loudly again.

The machine gun was in the ditch ten meters away from him. The machine gunner set up the machine gun and was about to pull the trigger, but was stopped by the company commander.

Maxim's attack was so loud that the bullets rained down on the Ming army's position.

Many Ming soldiers were so suppressed that they could not raise their heads and could not fight with the French soldiers.

There was a scream in the darkness not far away, as if someone had been shot.

"Company Commander, this is not the way to go. Brothers are so overwhelmed by Maxim that they can't even lift their heads!"

"I always feel something is wrong, why don't they rush forward, but hide so far away and shoot at us.

Could it be that they are rich in bullets?"

The French had insufficient logistical supplies and could not find many bullets from the corpses or prisoners.

The messenger asked the prisoners and found out that each French soldier was given only forty rounds of ammunition before he went to the battlefield.

Forty rounds of ammunition sounds like a lot, but in actual combat it is not enough.

Especially for new recruits, firing a gun seems like setting off firecrackers.

It won't take long to shoot out forty rounds of ammunition!

A rifle without bullets is not much different from a fire stick.

Ever since the disastrous defeat in hand-to-hand combat outside Moscow, the French were less willing to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Ming army.

You are holding a bayonet, and the other person is holding a pistol. Before you even get close, you have already been hit by several bullets and you are instantly infuriated.

This is not a battle, this is naked massacre.

“Company commander, fight!

It’s impossible not to fight. If this continues, I don’t know if the French will have any ammunition. Anyway, our brothers are running out of ammunition.”

"...!" The old monkey had no choice now.

The Ming army had many automatic weapons, so the bullet consumption was naturally high.

With such continuous output, even some ammunition stocks cannot withstand such disaster.

"Company commander, let's let the machine guns fire."

The old monkey raised the telescope and took a look, biting his cheek as hard as a stone.

"machine gun!

Fight!" Almost as soon as I finished typing, the machine gun ten meters behind me fired a long stream of bullets.

The scorching bullet marks struck the French position like whips in the dark night.

The suppressive power of the machine gun is so good that the infantry on the opposite side suddenly stops firing.

They all retracted their heads and did not dare to show their heads again.

"Mortar, give me their Maxim." Through the telescope, the old monkey had already seen Maxim's position.

The Maxim is not as light as the mg-42. It takes four young men to carry it to move the position.

Coupled with continuous shooting and obvious muzzle flash, it was not difficult to find Maxim's location in the dark night.

In the dark night, judging distance is a technical job.

In order to ensure the hit rate, the company's mortars fired three consecutive rounds of salvos.

Strive to achieve the effect of covering fire and kill Maxim.

The old monkey felt a little uneasy, as all the firepower in the company was exposed.

However, to deal with Maxim requires fire support from the battalion and regiment, which is somewhat unreasonable.

After all, Ming Dynasty has always used company mortars to deal with Maxim!

Regardless of range or power, Maxim is no match for mortars.

Especially with this kind of coverage shooting, the Maxim machine gun has no possibility of escaping.

Sure enough, the mortars fired continuously, orange flames lit up one after another, and the enemy's Maxim quickly misfired.

The French side suddenly became quiet, and there were only a few single-shot rifles. They saw the opportunity to make some fire.

The old monkey's ominous premonition became even stronger. Everything tonight was too abnormal.

"Hurry up and move the machine gun!" the old monkey said, then rushed towards the telephone.

He decided to ask for some artillery support from above.
To be continued...