Jiang Huai lay in the tunnel, squinted his eyes and looked at an enemy officer in the distance who was waving his arms and shouting loudly. After a while, he finally put down his gun dejectedly. The distance was farther and he couldn't hit it at all. He touched the bandage wrapped on his head, and the blood on his hands was soaked in the bandage. He was lucky. When the scattered gravel thrown by the simple trencher flew over, he was not wearing a steel helmet and cut off a small piece of scalp. He lowered it a little lower.

He opened a scoop for him directly. If this is the case, then his soul would probably have floated toward his home in Yuejing City? A comrade next to him would not have such good luck. Unfortunately, his carotid artery was cut by a stone tablet. At that time, the bloody sound was shot out, spraying him all over his head and face. Even if he immediately rushed up and tried his best to hold him with his hands, it would be useless. He watched the comrade's face quickly pale and swallowed his last breath in his arms.

This is the battlefield! He sighed silently. Even though the weapons are much more advanced than the enemy, when they really fight, life and death are still just between the front lines.

When they were crossing the capital, their hearts were higher than the sky. As a member of the Fire Death Camp, their eyes really grew on their foreheads. In fact, their abilities were really good.

However, this alone is obviously not enough. On the school ground of the Liehuo Death Camp, the elite scouts from Li Xiaoya's electric camp taught them a good lesson, and then fell into Fan Chang's hands, and was trained by him like a dog training for several months. The continuous failures and blows hit their originally extremely proud hearts.

A battle to wipe out Pattaya bandits regained their confidence. It turned out that they were still very strong. Although dozens of comrades left them forever in that battle, the entire team felt like they were completely reborn because of this battle.

He thought that was a war. Although it was a bit dangerous, it still seemed very relaxed because they had an absolute advantage in weapons and individual soldiers' qualities. Even in the hand-to-hand combat with Pattaya bandits, they had a great advantage.

War is just like this! This is the voice of all of them at that time. Even though their commander Fan Chang kept pouring cold water on them, they still did not raise enough vigilance.

Until today.

The enemy on the opposite side was the strongest opponent JAC thought he had ever encountered. After encountering the first unexpected attack and the next few tentative attacks, they immediately found the shooting distance of the Ming Dynasty Style 1 and the range they could threaten. Then in the subsequent attack, they became extremely targeted.

The dispersed formation is as low as possible, and the iron shield is protruding forward. Everything reduces the killing rate of Ming Style 1. Not everyone is a sharpshooter like JAC and Fan Chang.

A rumbling drum sounded again in the distance. Jiang Huai immediately raised his spirits, kneaded his face with both hands, and then he held his gun again and set it up on the earthen enclosure.

Not far away, the loud shouts of commander Fan Chang came, reminding every soldier to check his guns and prepare for the next battle.

Fifty meters is the best distance for the Ming Dynasty Type 1. At this distance, even if the enemy holds a shield, the bullets fired by the Ming Dynasty Type 1 can still penetrate the enemy's shield and cause great damage to them after penetrating the enemy's shield. After all, there are very few people in the enemy's team who are full of Kai. However, if they exceed this distance, the lethality will weaken as the distance grows.

Jiang Huai suddenly became extremely disgusted with the big forest he was in because he allowed the enemy to easily find a large amount of materials needed to make simple throwers. Even if they were destroyed by the Ming army, the next batch would be quickly made.

A line of scattered soldiers appeared in Jianghuai's vision. Those people held thick wooden shields, thrust their waists, trying to hide their bodies behind the wooden shields. After a few fights, the Westerners quickly discovered that holding a large shield with iron sheets could not effectively prevent the enemy's attacks. They immediately replaced it with the wooden shield in front of them. It was called a shield, but in fact, it was cut into pieces of trees as thick as a bowl and nailed them together. However, such a thing that looked extremely simple, greatly reduced the power of Ming Style 1 because they could not penetrate such thick wood.

Behind these people, rows of simple throwing machines were mounted, which made Jiang Huai feel a little scared. He raised his gun and aimed at the guys who were setting up throwing machines in the distance. At such a distance, unless he hits a critical place like the head, he will never be able to kill his opponent.

After a long time, he turned the trigger apart, and with a crisp sound, a figure fell from afar. A cheer came from the Ming Dynasty position. Jiang Huai proudly snapped his fingers, "The sixty-second, it seems that after this battle, the wish to kill a hundred enemies will be realized."

After a commotion from the enemy in the distance, a large shield was quickly set up outside these simple throwing tools. The enemies in front suddenly accelerated their forward speed, forcing Jiang Huai to focus on the attack in front. The throwing tools behind could only be handed over to the gun team to deal with.

This Ming Dynasty strife team with a thousand people did not carry artillery. The so-called artillery team was equipped with the latest mortars of the Ming Dynasty. This kind of curved shooting track rate cannon, after dismantling the gun body and gun stand, two or three people could run fast with their backs, providing great firepower support to the infantry. These days, if it weren't for the support of these mortars, Jianghuai would not think they could stop the enemy.

Less than twenty meters away from Jianghuai, there were Westerners lying all over the ground. It was the closest time that the enemy attacked their positions. Even the enemy had a few beards on his face could be seen clearly. Finally, a round of grenades blew the enemy back. From that distance to the distance, they were covered with the enemy's corpses. Jianghuai estimated that there must be at least hundreds of them.

But the heavy casualties did not seem to have caused these enemies to retreat, but instead stimulated their fierceness even more. During the attack, they even used their companions' corpse. Jianghuai once saw a Westerner lifting a companion's corpse and throwing it on a grenade that also exploded. As a result, the corpse was blown up and split. The head flew up and landed on the Ming army's position from afar, which made Jianghuai feel nauseous and nauseous.

However, the shells of mortars are limited. Now the commander Fan Chang has used mortars less and less frequently. Every time he only hears the sound of mortars when it is the most critical time.

Jianghuai touched the grenade hanging on the belt, and there was still the last one left. There were still many bullets left. In addition to the ones they carried, they also carried a large number of bullets when they arrived here. If the grenades were gone, they might not be able to defend this position next, and at that time, they had to retreat.

Of course, retreat is not escape. Next, another big attack drama will inevitably be staged. Using the complex terrain of the forest, attacking from the forest again and again, shooting opponents. However, for a marching army, this is at best a kind of harassment and cannot completely block their progress.

The enemy was getting closer and closer. Jianghuai gathered his mind and aimed at the enemies below. These guys no longer shouted loudly as soon as they attacked a few days ago. Now they just pushed forward slowly in silence, but to be honest, this silent attack made Jianghuai feel more pressure.

The upper body is hidden behind the thick wooden shield and cannot reach it, but your feet must still move. Jianghuai's target is the moving feet of these people. One bullet eliminates an enemy, which is his always demand for himself.

Injuring an enemy will lose its combat power, sometimes it will be better than killing an enemy. This is what the commander Fan Chang taught them. If a person is injured, at least one person will need to take care of him. This is equivalent to eliminating the combat power of two enemies. The injured enemy will suffer and wail, which will make other enemies feel sad and affect their fighting will. And these were not understood at all by Jianghuai before.

He steadily hooked the trigger, and with a gunshot, an enemy and his wooden shield rolled down the hillside. Almost at the same time, gunfire sounded loudly on the entire position, and the enemy was close to the best range. However, the shooting effect of most friends was not very good, and the bullets made wood chips split, but the enemy was still advancing steadily.

"Let it go!" Fan Chang's roar came from behind him. A large piece of stone bullet passed over Jiang Huai's head and hit the enemies on the hillside. Since the rapid decrease in mortar shells, Fan Chang has used local materials and made these simple throwing machines, with the purpose of attacking the enemies. As long as they have to raise the wooden shield in their hands to resist the falling rocks in the sky, his gunmen's chance will come.

A large number of stone bombs fell on the enemy's heads, and the opponent had to raise a wooden shield to resist. Some were even hit by a slightly larger stone and fell to the ground.

Amid the continuous gunfire like a bean-like gunfire, the enemy's casualties immediately rose sharply.

The enemy's throwing tools in the distance also began to fire. Seeing the glass bottles flying in the air with Mars, Jiang Huai suddenly felt an unknown premonition in his heart.
Chapter completed!