Before midnight, artillery positions.

The entire artillery regiment received unprecedented attention, and they had everything useful and redundant.

One carriage after another drove into the position, and the artillery and infantry battalions tirelessly unloaded the shells. After unloading one carriage, another car immediately came.

If they can finish the work at midnight, they can still rush to sleep for a few hours before the general attack.

Open fires were everywhere on the positions, and various orders were transmitted from one place to another, orderly like an ant's nest.

The cannons that the entire regiment could pull over were all in this place. The shovels and hoes cut down the ground and created one pit after another.

The arrival of thick fog increases the difficulty of transportation work. All carriages have to drive along the ruts they have walked before, and they will get lost if they are not careful.

The Pson team was arranged here, and they did not have to work hard labor. They needed to maintain traffic order along the road and avoid various road problems.

Logistics support is quite in place. In order not to affect the speed, all the food was delivered to the soldiers and eaten.

Midnight finally arrived and the deployment work was only finished.

In the hilly areas, three hundred people lined up in a row, and Zuo Lan ran from one end to the other. Along the way, he was behind Minba, checking Minba's items with his eyes and pressing his hands on each Minba's back.

"Don't worry, they can't see us."

"Don't be af, hold your head up and your chest up will not hit you."

"Be sure to follow the command of the team leader and don't shoot casually."

"Just keep your formation and stride forward."

These words were said over and over again, and my voice was almost hoarse.

Finally, he finished the crossing line and said in a low voice: "Go forward."

As they lined up, each Minba's feet were covered with thick fabric, and there was no sound when walking on the road.

Everyone was empty, like a ghost in the darkness, heading south.

They easily crossed the first hill with sweat on their palms.

They walked through a clearing, leaving footprints on the ground.

The distance is not long, but everyone is so nervous that they think they will never finish this path.

Thick fog is covered on the hair, and water remains on it moistens the scalp.

The defense line of the Guards was close enough, but they still couldn't see it from the sight. Until they finally walked out of the hills and fired no shot.

In the trench, several soldiers were leaning against the wall with guns in their arms. The soldiers in charge of the alert were also drowsy and their heads sank down.

The position of the trench suddenly appeared in Minba's eyes, and the soldiers also saw the slowly moving wall.

The alert soldier blinked his eyes first, then was frightened, but before he could shout, a gunshot ended his life.

The gunshot spread far in the fog, and the sleeping soldiers woke up one after another, holding the rifle and bewildered.

Later, a soldier looked up and saw that any person who showed his head would be greeted by two or three bullets.

Minba's shooting was orderly. As long as there were spying in front of him, only three guns would fire at most. The rest continued to aim at the trenches and wait for the next target to appear.

The distance between the two sides is very close, and as long as you aim a little at this distance, you will never miss it.

The orderly fire suppression made the soldiers in the trench unable to raise their heads and were at a loss when facing their killed colleagues around them.

The whistle was blowing inside the trenches, and the officer at the battle site immediately took over the command and ordered everyone to start fighting back.

Unfortunately, soldiers' counterattacks are often ineffective, and they will be knocked down without time to aim.

Slowly, with alternating shooting, Minba's cross-strait stood on the edge of the trench. When they rushed to the front of the trench, they did not choose to attack directly, but lifted the soil on the ground with their feet and sent it into the trench with one kick.

When the soil flew to the top of the trench, it had become dust, condescending to the soldiers' eyes.

A row of Minba ran to the edge of the trench in two or three steps, fired at the soldiers in the trench, and the gunshots gathered together.

Because a lot of troops were drawn, there were not many soldiers left in the trenches at this time. Under the attack of Minba, they changed hands very smoothly.

The whole process, except for the gunshots, the Minba people said nothing.

Things went too smoothly, and the Minba people found it incredible. It seemed like they were dreaming that the place that had been suppressed for several days should not be taken down easily like this.

The trenches are from one section after another, and Minba only takes down one section. There are a lot of places like this around the hills.

The gunshots had already reached several nearby places. The commander of the Guards responded and quickly reinforced the fire area, and sent a messenger to bring the news back to the headquarters.

In the trenches after the change of ownership, Zuo Lan said the first sentence: "Let's go, run south."

There is no point in fighting for the trenches. They cannot confront the well-equipped guards head-on, and the ultimate goal is to find a way out.

However, just as they were about to evacuate, the figures on both sides were gathering, the distance was too close, and reinforcements arrived in less than a minute.

"Defense! Defense!"

Zuo Lan gave an order, and the Minbas put their guns on the trenches and stared at the figures in the thick fog.

"shooting!"

A row of guns fired at the same time, and the soldiers in the thick fog fell one after another.

The Guards began to panic, and the gunshots of counterattacks continued, but most of them hit the land or flew over the trenches.

The infantry officers controlled the scattered formation and the scattered hearts of the people, constantly giving orders, and the sound of the whistle could not stop.

Let Bai listen to where the whistle appeared and pulled the trigger. After a gunshot, the whistle disappeared.

The guards fought randomly, and after the officers were killed, the formation was completely in chaos. They hurriedly retreated.

Not long after retreating, the subsequent infantry had arrived.

The officer in charge shouted: "What are you running! Just a group of stinky people, line up and follow me."

These soldiers who were knocked back were filled with their hearts, and these people had never encountered any force before.

So the retreating soldiers were organized into three rows and headed towards the trench that had been taken away.

Zuo Lan knew very well that it was not so easy for them to leave. He looked at Minba who was ready to go around him, everyone was eager to try, and everyone was full of hope.

He gave everyone an illusion that the army was just like that.

A figure reappeared in the thick fog, bulging in a perfect straight line.

"They are here again." Shabi said as he looked into the fog, and his muzzle was already aimed at one of the soldiers.

Let Bai aim seriously, he specifically picks the enemy's commander to fight.

"ignition!"

Zuo Lan shouted, lit the torch on the ground first, and threw it into the fog with force. The place where the flames could shine, the person's appearance was clearly visible.

Minba, who could pick up the torch, imitated Zuo Lan and lit the fire one after another and threw it out.

Suddenly exposed to the fire, the officers of the Guards were shocked, and then Bai Yishang ended his life.

"shooting!"

Minba fired a neatly rafting guns, and the guards fell to the ground countless times.

After the gunshots, thick smoke rose everywhere and there was no sign of the front.

"Squat down!"

When Minba heard the order, he squatted down. Those who did not react would be pressed down by their team leader with their heads.

The Guards' counterattacks followed one after another, mostly meaningless and random attacks. After the officers were killed, it was difficult to make a neat and effective counterattack, and retreating was neither advancing nor advancing.

These soldiers have never fought such wars since joining the army, so they naturally have no experience. It can be said that neither side has any experience.

Minba is already reloading bullets here, and the lagging rifle is a criticism in this regard, and the loading speed is too slow.

A group of people squatted in the trenches, listening to bullets flying overhead, carrying splashing soil, and filling the ammunition in a hurry.
Chapter completed!