Hugjirel didn't shoot, and neither did the Italians.

Both sides were lying on the ground!

The main reason is that the Italians can’t find where Huugjiril is!

The confrontation lasted until about seven o'clock, and the fiery red sun shone on the battlefield.

Although the weather is still so cold, the appearance of the sun still makes people feel warm.

Hugjirel buried his head under the quilt and did not dare to show his head!

At dawn, if you are looking with a telescope here, the person on the opposite side must also be looking with a telescope.

You can do it by lying on the ground and not moving, but you absolutely can't do it without breathing.

On a cold day, the breath coming out of people's mouths is white. With the blessing of the sun, you can see it hundreds of meters away with a telescope.

Bayan wore a steel helmet and carefully exposed half of his head, observing the open area where the two armies were confronting each other.

Soon, he saw the white breath coming out of the Italian's mouth.

Under the sunlight, the white air even had a touch of gold.

"Grenadier, six hundred meters ahead!" With his head retracted, Bayan grabbed the grenadier.

The grenadier is a veteran who joined the Mongolian camp at the beginning of the Tsaritsyn Campaign.

After several months, he has not been injured, disabled or dead. He is definitely a tough master.

According to Bayan's instructions, the hand artilleryman carefully stretched out his arm, made a gesture with his thumb, and aimed with one eye!

Two seconds later, his body shrank back as if he had been electrocuted.

He took out a cannonball from the ammunition hand, unscrewed the bullet and put it into the grenade.

The grenade tube is a test of the grenade feel.

Generally speaking, this thing is used to deal with enemy forces within the range of 500 meters to 800 meters.

For areas exceeding 800 meters, the Ming army generally used mortars.

Less than 500 meters, that is the territory of the general machine gun.

"Boom...!" There was a soft sound, and a puff of smoke came out of the grenade.

Bayan nervously observed the impact point of the bullet. Observing the impact point only took a moment. If he missed it, the impact point would be engulfed in smoke.

Large-caliber artillery can also rely on power to make up for the lack of accuracy at the point of impact.

A grenade with a very small killing radius puts a great test on accuracy.

"We're close!" Bayan put down the telescope.

"How close?"

"About twenty meters!"

This time the two grenadiers each took one and adjusted their angles.

"Tum...!"

"Tum...!"

Two soft sounds!

Bayan saw a military cap flying up at the impact point. The difference between the explosion points of the two shells was less than ten meters.

The Italians who were blown up were shot with numerous shrapnel.

It fell to the ground without even struggling, and blood began to ooze from all the holes in its body.

The main target of the grenade is infantry. Not only does it kill with fragments, it also contains a lot of steel balls!

Even if these steel balls hit your limbs, they will definitely make you miserable.

Hugjirel in the crater heard the explosion and quickly arched his body.

Sure enough, not even two minutes.

There are artillery shells coming down!

The Italians did not discover Hugjiril, and the shells were fired blindly.

There was still a shell that landed more than thirty meters away. It was probably a 105mm howitzer.

Hugjirel was so shocked that all his internal organs were vomited out. Fortunately, he arched his body, and the cotton-padded jacket and coat taken off from the body were thrown under him.

Otherwise, this time would be enough for him to drink a pot.

The dirt and rubbish hit the quilt with a "pop" and "pop", and Hugjiril felt like a big turtle.

The Italians fired artillery, and the Ming army also used artillery to greet the opposite position.

There was a "dong", "dong" and "dong" blast, and both sides stopped.

The battlefield was so full of gunpowder smoke that Hugjiril did not dare to show his head, and the Italians did not dare to move either.

At this time, I don’t know how many pairs of eyes were staring at this place.

Once discovered, howitzers and mortars will definitely attack them vigorously, and it is very likely that they will not even be able to leave their bodies intact.

Hugjirel lay in the "bed" shivering all morning, and even took two bites of compressed biscuits.

This is another kind of military ration for the Ming army!

It seems to be flour mixed with a lot of sugar and milk powder.

The Han people don't like to eat it very much, but the Mongolian camp likes it very much.

I usually find that everyone eats it as a snack.

Later, the Han soldiers discovered this and exchanged compressed biscuits with the Mongolian soldiers for cigarettes.

The price is very cheap, five compressed biscuits are exchanged for one pack of cigarettes.

Later, the Han soldiers discovered that Mao women also liked to eat this food.

As a result, the price of Huanyan has skyrocketed. Recently, it has reached a record high of exchanging two compressed biscuits for one pack of cigarettes.

The water in the military kettle under my belly was not cold at all!

Huge Jirile took a few sips and did not dare to drink more.

Peeing is definitely a big problem in this place now. He doesn't want to pee his pants!

The stalemate continued until noon, when Huge Jirel tried it, and the breath he exhaled was no longer white smoke.

Carefully revealing half of his head, it was quiet in front of the position.

Some crows even landed on the grass and picked up the fried meat.

It’s not easy to stutter in the middle of winter.

Eat more of the meat while it's still fresh; it won't be long before it's frozen as hard as a rock.

Hugjirel's little eyes kept searching the horizon.

There was a lot of scorched earth turned up on the snow, which was the result of the recent shelling.

The Italian learned the lesson, lying low on the ground, taking off his hat and covering his mouth.

After searching for a long time, I couldn't find any clues.

There are many corpses on the battlefield in this critical area, which seriously affects the observation results.

Hugjirel searched for it for a long time and felt a little anxious.

We just killed three of them today. According to Bayan's picky temperament, it would be good to give him a bottle of Laolongkou.

The attraction of wine to Mongolians is fatal.

The degree of attraction depends on the alcohol content.

The higher the degree, the greater the attraction.

Laolongkou and Niulanshan Erguotou are more important than life to the Mongolians.

Suddenly, Hugjirel spotted several jumping crows.

On the white snow, the hopping crows are very conspicuous.

These crows were obviously unwilling to get close to a small dirt bag.

A smile appeared at the corner of Hugjirel's mouth, there was something fishy behind the bumpkin!

Sure enough, ten minutes passed.

A small gray dot is exposed behind the dirt bag!

The Italians are stupid, wearing gray military uniforms when fighting in the snow.

Are you afraid that people won’t be able to see the target?

The small slope is not big and can only block a person's head.

There are some pieces of corpse meat scattered around, and a head is connected to most of the neck. The weirdest thing is...

He even has a hat on his head!

The shell exploded, even the people were blown to pieces, but the hat was not blown off.

The belt must have been tightened!

But it doesn't matter now, just make sure there is someone behind the dirt bag.

Let alone a small dirt bag, even a brick wall is not a problem for a 12.7mm bullet at this distance.

"Bang!"
To be continued...