There was smoke in front of the position, and Li Hu was holding a rifle in his hand. He put the cover on the Mongolian soldier who was more than fifty meters away and opened fire. He aimed at the head but hit his stomach. The Mongolian soldier was struggling on the ground in pain.

Li Hu, who was more than fifty meters away, heard the cry clearly.

Li Hu didn't have time to appreciate the screams of the Mongolians. He pulled the bolt of the gun and pressed a row of bullets inside. He fired continuously, and the bullets shot out "bang", "bang", "bang"... and several more Mongolians shot out.

The soldier fell to the ground.

After two rounds of fighting, Li Hu ran along the trench more than 20 meters away with his waist bent. Before he could catch his breath, a large cloud of soil was lifted up from where he was standing. A piece of hot shrapnel touched Li Hu.

The helmet flew past. The sound of shrapnel passing through the helmet was frightening in my ears.

There was a big gash in the helmet, and the deepest part was almost missing. Fortunately, I had this helmet, otherwise my head would have been blown.

Li Hu took off his helmet and threw it out. He took off a helmet from the dead man's head, put it on his head and continued to hold the fire.

Now Li Hu's face is covered with black ash from gunpowder smoke. The strong military uniform on his body is broken into many pieces, and his image is as miserable as possible.

"Beware of artillery fire." Li Hu shouted, shrank down, and crawled into the trench. A mortar shell exploded more than ten meters away from him, and the hot air wave almost made Li Hu almost

asphyxia.

Li Hu's voice had long been hoarse. Just after he shouted, his voice broke again.

A regiment commander fighting on the front line with small soldiers was not allowed by the Liao Army's combat regulations. But Li Hu had nothing to do. The twenty-minute shelling in the early morning turned his two main battalions into two and a half companies.

The Mongols took the opportunity to charge wildly, and Li Hu led three battalions to fight with bayonets to drive the enemy from their position.

The mortar companies of the two battalions were completely destroyed, and only two companies and about one platoon were left. Eighty percent of the fortifications in front of the position were destroyed by artillery fire, and even the communication trenches were filled with floating soil from the explosion.

The entire position seemed to have been plowed by artillery shells. The soil was so soft and noisy that it could reach your ankles if you stepped on it. If you grab a handful of loose soil, you will have three or five more shrapnel in your hand.

Before the sun showed up, the Mongols launched a third forceful attack. This time, the Mongols brought out long-barreled artillery. They launched a roll call bombardment at the Ming army. As long as there was a flash of muzzle flash, they loaded the shells.

Give you a shot.

The mortars also moved forward significantly, bombarding the Ming army's positions indiscriminately. The Ming army was suppressed and did not dare to raise its head. In addition, it lost almost all its artillery, so it could only sit back and endure the bombings. As a last resort, the Ming army adopted

Shooting once and changing the shooting method in another place can reduce the casualties a little.

Even so, Li Hu was still fighting until now. Not only did he, the regiment leader, personally go into battle, but the correspondents, guards, grooms, cooks, and even the migrant workers digging the trenches were also stuffed with guns and thrown into the trenches.

In Li Hu's words, anyone with long legs who can run should be pushed to the front line by me.

At the bottom of the mountain, densely packed Mongolian soldiers began to climb the mountain. With the suppression of artillery, the Mongolian soldiers were unscrupulous. They no longer climbed forward like they did in the first attack, but straightened up and ran up the mountain, much faster.

The Ming army here can only rely on the rifles in their hands to suppress them, but they also have rifles, and the two sides shoot very fiercely. The Mongolian soldiers are very good at marksmanship. Sometimes if they stick their heads out a little wider, they will be shot in the head by bullets. Moreover, the Mongolian soldiers

They have learned how to attack in a skirmish line. They only invest one or two hundred troops at a time, but they are spread out very widely. This gives the small Ming army a headache.

Li Hu once again tackled a Mongolian soldier. The enemy had already rushed to a place 20 to 30 meters away. It would be too late to change bullets. Li Hu took out a grenade and threw it out. It exploded with a "boom". Li Hu saw two grenades in the smoke.

A Mongolian soldier fell to the ground.

The three Mongolian soldiers behind him lay down on the ground. Li Hu reached for his waist and found an empty space.

Shit! We’re out of grenades!

It was too late to dig out of the dead man, so Li Hu drew out his bayonet and hung it on the muzzle of his gun. "Brothers, charge with me and kill the Mongolian bastards." After saying that, Li Hu jumped out of the trench and rushed towards the Mongols with his bayonet in hand.

A bullet knocked down Li Hu's guard, and the bayonet in Li Hu's hand stabbed into the body of a Mongolian soldier.

Before he could pull out his bayonet, the two Mongolians behind him rushed up with shouts of "Ouch" and "Ouch". Li Hu pulled out his revolver and pulled the trigger continuously. Blood spurted out from the chests of the two Mongolian soldiers, and Li Hu pulled out his bayonet.

, touched the Mongolian waist, pulled out two grenades, pulled the ring, and threw them towards the Mongolians in the distance.

"Boom!" The grenade exploded, knocking over a Mongolian soldier. Another Mongolian soldier seemed to have been shot by shrapnel, covering his head and screaming "Ouch" and "Ouch".

When his own gun failed, Li Hu took up the Mongolian soldier's gun. He crouched down and fired at the Mongolian soldiers who rushed into his trench. The Mongolian soldiers' guns had larger bullets and more power than the Liao army's [567 Chinese www.

yue20.com] is sufficient, but it can only hold five bullets at a time.

I pressed the shuttle and fired again, but the distance was a bit far away. The first shot hit the front, the second shot hit the back, and the bullets of the third shot flew to nowhere, and I didn't even see the impact point. After shooting with the shuttle,

Not even a hair was caught.

"What a broken gun!" Li Hu spat, threw away the Mongolian gun and ran back.

Feeling that he was too eye-catching, Li Hu rolled on the spot, ducked into the trench. A mortar shell landed ten meters away with a whistle. The air wave directly pushed Li Hu into the trench, and shrapnel

It flew "swish" and "swish" above his head. Li Hu patted his body and checked that all the parts were there. It was a miracle that not a single shrapnel hit him.

I found a dead man's gun, took out the bullets from the dead man's body, packed a full load of bullets, and started shooting. I used my big eight-pellet gun because it was comfortable, and I killed two of them with one load of bullets.

"Brothers, hold on. When the sun comes out and the sky is bright, the airships in Yinchuan City will come to pick us up!" Li Hu glanced at the white fish belly on the horizon. He had never looked forward to the sun rising as soon as possible.

Some couldn't hold on any longer. Not every soldier was as skilled as Li Hu. The cannons almost fired at a roll call. As long as the Mongolian artillery found them, they would fire even if it was just one person.

After the explosion, the iron-clad man could only be found in pieces.

There are also the ubiquitous mortar shells. They don't care whether there are people fighting hand-to-hand on the position. Anyway, wherever there are Liao soldiers, their shells will greet them in groups. They have no regard for the life and death of their own people!

This style of play is completely about killing a thousand enemies and damaging a thousand and one of them. Li Hu also lost his temper due to this style of play. He was so stunned that he was afraid of being aggressive, and he was afraid of risking his life. These Mongolian spirits

There was obviously something wrong with their condition, and they really didn't want their lives. Many of them were killed by their own artillery fire, but they still charged wildly.

There were fewer and fewer people wearing cotton military uniforms on the position, and more and more people wearing Mongolian leather robes. Li Hu fired two rifles in succession and could only squat down to continue loading.

"Captain!" the guard squad leader howled and rushed in front of Li Hu. A sharp bayonet pierced his chest!

Li Hu pulled out his revolver and shot the Mongolian soldier in the head.

The Mongolian soldier's head exploded with a "bang". Because the bullet hit his forehead, his eyeballs were pressed out by the huge kinetic energy and hung on his face. The body fell into the trench with a "pop"!

"It's okay, reinforcements will be coming soon. You won't die." Li Hu persuaded the guard squad leader, but his hands were not idle. Both rifles were loaded with bullets, and he stood up and faced the enemy outside the trench.

shooting.

Li Hu was startled just as he poked his head out. Hundreds of Mongolian soldiers on the opposite side rushed forward, shouting "Ouch" and "Ouch", leaving only two correspondents and three cooks beside him.
Chapter completed!