A company commander is in charge of a farm with hundreds of people, while a battalion commander has to be in charge of a farm with thousands of people. This is Hugjiril’s insight.

"I don't know, why are you thinking so much? We just have a miserable life. If we don't come here and fight with our lives, we will never be rich in this life.

you say……!"

"Boom!" An explosion interrupted Bayan's conversation.

That's the sound of a mine!

The Ming army had a lot of plastic landmines, which were made almost like broken bricks. They pulled out the pins and threw them on the ground. They would explode as soon as they were touched.

During street fighting, the Ming army would throw this thing as a warning.

The success of the street fights last night and the night before depended on this thing's advance warning.

"Flare!" He shrank down and Hugjiril was already shouting.

"Bang bang!" The mortar fired two flares in the sky.

Under the pale magnesium light, groups of brown figures were illuminated.

No one shouted, machine guns and grenade launchers, just kept greeting the other side.

Those brown figures were extremely miserable, illuminated by the pale light.

The blood that bursts out of the human body is black!

That kind of mg34 machine gun, the sound of continuous firing is like sawing wood.

The firing speed is very fast, and it can shoot out a bunch of bullets in an instant.

Many people's bodies were shaking when they were hit.

No one knew how many bullets this man had been hit, but they could see that his body was shaking constantly, and black blood beads were constantly spattering in his body.

In the end, you don't know whether this person was shaken to death or beaten to death.

As for those bastards who threw the grenades, they have now mastered that thing.

The shells thrown from the grenade can be thrown directly under a person's crotch and explode.

If the dropped cannonball fails to blow people up, they will be laughed at for a long time.

Although they are all wearing brown military uniforms, they are wearing yellow boots.

These are not Israelis. Israelis all wear black boots.

Only people from the Austro-Hungarian Empire wore this kind of yellow canvas boots.

It is estimated that their side is also divided into three, six or nine levels, and the Austro-Hungarian army with low combat effectiveness can only exist like cannon fodder.

Tonight, they will not continue to send out small groups of troops from a platoon or a squad to infiltrate and attack.

In fact, the purpose of the Israelis in letting them come was very simple, which was to destroy all the Ming army's warning mines, and by the way, use up the Ming army's inexhaustible ammunition.

Only in the second half of the night, when there are no warning mines within a hundred meters in front of the position, will the Israelis come over and fight the Ming army at night.

A platoon of Austro-Hungarians was quickly wiped out.

Bayan and Hugjiril both retracted their bodies into the corner, and sure enough, mortar shells began to be thrown over there.

Mortar shells were hitting randomly, and the people here had habitually retreated into corners or various bunkers.

This battle has become a routine, and every time the assault force comes in the dark, it is eliminated.

The opponent will always drop mortar shells on exposed fire points!

So much so that today's machine gunners don't dare to stay in one place for too long.

The shells continued to pound for ten minutes before they finally stopped.

"Is anyone injured?" Hugjiril shouted loudly.

Bayan also wanted to shout, but his head felt dizzy.

Just now, a shell exploded about ten meters away, causing me to feel a little dizzy.

"Boss, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Bayan lying down, Hugjiril hurriedly crawled over.

"Damn, I'm so dizzy."

Bayan struggled to get up and leaned against the wall, gasping for air.

"What's going on?" Hugjirel quickly touched Bayan's head.

"Holy shit! You have a fever!" His hands were as hot as coals.

"Get out of here, you're the one who's so fucking arrogant."

"Come on, come on! Send the battalion commander to the tractor!"

"Gan Mao, I won't go down."

"You have a fever, you will die if you continue like this.

If the arm falls off, it can grow back on the spot, but if the life is gone, there is nothing left.

They are all fucking dead, hurry up! Get the battalion commander down."

"Get out, I'm the battalion commander, listen to me. I won't go down!" Bayan was so angry that he pointed his pistol at the soldiers who wanted to come over and put him on a stretcher.

The two soldiers were obviously afraid of the fierce battalion commander and squatted there without daring to move.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Just shoot him." Hugjirel rushed over and grabbed the gun in Bayan's hand with both hands.

The hand is held tightly, but one hand is not as strong as two hands.

Bayan's gun was removed and then he was tied to a stretcher by two soldiers.

"Hugejiril, you are a bitch. If you dare to take my shot, I will not spare you."

It was useless to yell at him at this time. The stretcher bearers carried him and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Soon, the sound of tractors "chu", "chu" and "chu" could be heard from behind the position.

The tractor was indeed a Ming Dynasty army horse. It pulled the injured Bayan directly to the airship Chengchang, which was more than ten kilometers behind.

Then, Bayan will be taken by airship to the field hospital for emergency treatment.

Then, Bayan will be transported back to the Ming Dynasty by airship.

There is a clean hospital, beautiful nurses, and most importantly, highly skilled doctors.

Send the battalion commander away. This matter must be reported to the superiors.

When he picked up the phone line and asked for help from the group, Hugjiril realized that the phone had no sound.

"Signal Corps, check the line! Check the line!"

I took out my pocket watch and looked at it, it was half past nine in the evening.

There are still more than ten hours left before the handover time at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning.

For more than ten hours, it is usually just a matter of sleeping.

But Hugjiril knew how difficult these ten hours were.

"Hooker, go ahead and lay some early warning mines.

Damn it, fart while you’re still alive.”

"Porphyrin...!"

Sure enough, almost every twenty minutes, people from the Austro-Hungarian Empire would make a surprise attack.

However, without exception, they were all annihilated by machine guns and artillery fire.

As attacks became more frequent, the distance the Ming army deployed warning mines became shorter and shorter.

The helpless Hugjirel could only order a flare to be fired every few minutes.

Kursk has experienced several battles, and the Ming army and the coalition forces have repeatedly fought for it.

The city is full of ruins, and the streets have become unrecognizable.

No matter how well Hugjiril was prepared, there were still Austro-Hungarian soldiers infiltrating from a hidden corner.

When the two sides are shooting at each other at a distance of twenty to thirty meters, it is already an impossible task to lay warning mines outwards.

This situation became even more chaotic in the middle of the night when Israelis speaking Hebrew joined the battle.

By this time the phone was fixed!

"The battalion commander was injured and has been sent to the back."

"Who are you?"

"First company commander Hugjiril!"

"Then you are the battalion commander now, and you have to hold on until eight o'clock tomorrow morning no matter what.

If you lose your position, I want your head!"

"Who are you?"
Chapter completed!