Guderian gritted his teeth and watched the position on the opposite side stand firm under the gunfire.

His troops had been attacking for two days, even in daylight despite military orders.

The cost of the crazy attack was very heavy. The path of the attack was littered with mutilated corpses of German soldiers.

Every night, artillery shells continued to hit the Ming army's positions.

Under the cover of artillery fire, the German troops stepped on the corpses of their own people and rushed towards the Ming army's position.

The Ming army's position was already a scorched earth, with bomb craters piled on top of each other.

The barbed wire fence in front of the position was gone, and the trenches were filled with bullet casings.

The Ming army, which had always relied on artillery superiority, now had to rely on rifles to fight.

The deputy machine gunner replaced the barrel of the mg-34 machine gun, and his thick gloves had already been burned black by the barrel.

The barrel of the gun was thrown next to the trench and immediately ignited the dead grass on the grass.

The Aka rifle in Hugjirel's hand kept firing. As a veteran, he knew this.

If the barrel overheats after continuous shooting, the accuracy will be seriously affected.

So he tries his best to cum!

On the battlefield, recruits are most afraid of the sound of machine guns.

When they hear the sound of continuous machine gun fire, they usually lie down on the ground and try to keep their bodies close to the ground.

Then, they will be blown up by mortars or grenades that fall nearby.

Veterans are different, they are not afraid of the sound of machine gun fire.

Because a shooter who likes to shoot with machine guns must also be a novice.

Only those guys who like to shoot in short bursts will find this gunshot scary.

As soon as they hear the sound of breakpoint shooting, the veterans will immediately find bunkers.

The bunker was either a bomb crater or among a pile of corpses.

Then they will carefully observe where the other person is, and finally kill him while he is not paying attention.

Because there was no major fight with the Ming army, the proportion of veterans among the German army was still very high.

Most of these people participated in the last war against the French and accumulated rich combat experience in the war.

Hugjiril hates this kind of veterans the most, and they will charge one after another.

This one stood up, took two steps, and then quickly found a crater and lay down.

When you are aiming at him, a bullet flying from nowhere will end your life.

Then, a person will come out from behind that guy and continue running.

Three of these people formed a gang, one of whom induced the Mongolian battalion to shoot, and the other two were responsible for sniping.

This tactic caused heavy casualties to the Ming army.

The two squad leaders under Hugjiril were killed by this tactic.

There were fewer and fewer people on the position, and Hugjirel had to pick up a rifle and join the battle himself.

There was a group of three people in front of us, and these three guys were very experienced.

Several times, Hugjirel was almost shot by bullets.

"Bah!" A bullet hit the side of Hugjiril's head. The splashed mud entered his mouth, and Hugjiril spat it out.

"What happened?" Batu didn't know when he ran over along the trench.

"Damn, we encountered a hard idea. It's very difficult!" Hugjiril changed a magazine, walked two meters forward, and fired two short bursts of shots outside.

Batu took over a grenade, loaded it with propellant, and stuffed a grenade into it.

The grenade can launch Ming army standard grenades when there are no artillery shells.

However, due to the poor air tightness of the grenade, the range is greatly reduced, only about two hundred meters.

Hugjirel glanced at Batu and nodded towards him.

He stood up suddenly and started shooting quickly while running.

The rifle bullets over there were almost chasing Hugjiril.

Hugjiril slipped and fell forward, causing his head and face to be covered with mud and water.

"Can't you find it? I almost got fucked." Before he could get up, he yelled at Batu.

"Found it, please lift it up!" Batu squatted on the ground, set the grenade at an angle, and pulled the circlip.

"Bang!" the grenade made a sound.

More than 150 meters away, a ball of sparks exploded from a crater.

As the grenade exploded, a German soldier covered in blood was lifted out of the crater by the blast of air.

Batu quickly moved to a position, stuck his head out to take a look, and then inserted another grenade.

"Bang!" There was another soft sound, and more than a hundred meters away, a German soldier was killed again.

The German army was stunned by the precise grenade blast of the Ming army. The remaining German soldier jumped out of the crater and ran backwards like crazy.

"Papa...!" Hugjiril fired a short shot, sending this guy directly to the west.

The sound of gunfire gradually became sparse on the battlefield, and the German attack was repelled.

The two brothers leaned together, and Hugjiril took out a pack of cigarettes from Batu's pocket, took out two cigarettes, held them in his mouth, lit them, and gave one to Batu.

"Are there many casualties?" Batu took a puff of cigarette, his face full of exhaustion.

"We went there, and half of the company was killed or wounded.

I have to guard this area of ​​more than ten meters.

Damn it, when will the reinforcements arrive and we are really going to be wiped out again?" Hugjiril complained.

The commander-in-chief gave the Mongolian battalion many privileges, including no ban on alcohol, various cans of cigarettes, and all kinds of fine wine. They were given priority to the Mongolian battalion.

But the price the Mongolian battalion had to pay for these privileges was to charge at the front and defend where the gunfire was the fiercest.

Since the formation of the Mongolian battalion, it has been beaten several times until there are only a dozen people left in the battalion.

On several occasions, based on these dozen people, new recruits were quickly added to restore the organization.

Then they are sent to the battlefield to be maimed, and then refilled and sent to the battlefield.

As a result, only Huugjirel and Batu are left in the first batch of soldiers in the Mongolian camp.

Of the two of them, one became the company commander and the other became the battalion commander.

"No need this time, we can retreat until daybreak.

There are planes in the sky protecting us!" Hugjirel pointed to the sky.

"Humph! It's better to ask for the blessings of the immortal God. Those guys in the sky will blow us up like German soldiers. When the time comes, we will be unjust dead."

Hugjirel took a long drag on his cigarette, his heart filled with resentment.

"Okay, stop complaining. Here you go, there's a box of grenades over there, enough for you to last until dawn.

I'm leaving, don't forget to withdraw from the battle at seven o'clock."

Batu patted Hug Jirile on the shoulder and gave Hug Jirile the grenade in his hand!

"Why are you going?" Hugjiril asked when he saw Batu who was about to leave in a hurry.

"I?

Go and notify other companies. I am the battalion commander and I have three companies under me. You are not the only one."

Batu threw away the cigarette butt and said.

"Where's your correspondent?"

"They are dead, six of them were replaced in one day, and they are all dead.

I have no choice but to convey the order myself.

We will return to the battalion headquarters in a while and send an infantry fighting vehicle to your company's position to increase your firepower." Batu said and walked along the trench.

Gu Yu

Hugjirel leaned in the trench, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and started smoking.

The nearest soldier was twenty meters away and seemed to be smoking.

In normal times, Hugjirel would have run all over the company's positions to boost the soldiers' fighting spirit.

But now, he really can't run anymore.

I haven't slept for days in a row, and there is a danger of falling asleep if I lean on it, so I can only rely on smoking to stay awake.

Looking at my pocket watch, it's only a little after 11:30 pm.
To be continued...