"Shrink your position!" After repelling the British attack again, the Mongolian battalion had suffered more than half its casualties.

There are several hundred men in a battalion, and when fully loaded, it is enough to defend a position several kilometers long.

Most companies can also set aside one or two squads as reserve teams.

But it was over now. Under attack from two sides, more than half of the entire battalion had been killed or injured.

In any case, the Mongol battalion could no longer defend such a long position.

There were explosions one after another, and the earth and rocks were thrown directly into the sky by the huge explosion power.

The trenches dug by the British and reinforced by the Mongolian battalions were blown up section by section.

The two-meter-deep trench was also filled in with the blasted earth and rocks.

The position is now reduced to less than one kilometer, and there is no need for flanks. It directly blocks the road necessary for the British army to retreat.

The artillery company now all took up guns and turned directly into infantry.

There was nothing we could do, and all the cannons had been destroyed, even the cannon that had been pieced together from several broken cannons.

The infantrymen could only pick up their rifles and stay in the trenches like the infantrymen.

Now the entire battalion's clerks and cooking squads are on the battlefield, not to mention the artillerymen.

The remaining shells were buried directly in the soil, and the fuses were twisted into instant fire.

Not to mention if someone steps on it, it will explode as long as a small stone hits it.

Liu Wenzheng, the temporary commander of the Ninth Division, is extremely nervous now.

He was very afraid that the Mongolian camp could not withstand it. If it could not, the 60,000 British soldiers would flee along that road.

A war of annihilation becomes a war of defeat.

The commander-in-chief once said that it would be better not to fight a defeat than not to fight at all. A lot of manpower, material and financial resources were wasted, but not many enemies were killed.

Seizing land means nothing to the Ming army.

Because the land belongs to the Russians, it is impossible for the Ming Dynasty to travel thousands of miles away to snatch the Russians' land.

For the Ming Dynasty, the purpose of the war was to destroy Europe's war capabilities and potential.

Let Europeans no longer have the ability to wage war for at least fifty years.

For the Ming army, the task is to kill more European armies.

In one morning, napalm bombs, heavy artillery, and even the 480mm train gun that had just arrived from Tsaritsyn were brought up.

The reinforced concrete strongholds on the British front were opened one after another, like cans.

The two thickest fortresses are only three meters high from the ground, but the reinforced concrete is up to two meters thick.

The 155 shells hit it and only chewed off a layer of skin.

The 480mm train gun only used seven shots to blast the two fortresses into the sky.

But what made Liu Wenzheng grit his teeth was that no matter how ferocious he attacked, no matter how he took advantage of the Ming army's artillery fire.

They even plowed the British position with rockets, and when they launched another attack, there were still bullets fired at the British position.

The artificially piled up soil slope of more than ten meters became an insurmountable chasm for the Ming army.

Unable to stand it any longer, Liu Wenzheng escorted the heavy-armed troops assigned to him, two tank battalions affiliated with the group army.

This is also the only organic tank unit on the southern front!

With the roar of machinery and driven by the powerful diesel engine, the steel monsters covered the infantry and began to charge.

The Panzer IV with five pairs of road wheels had a hatch on the round turret raised. The vehicle carefully poked its head out and huddled behind the hatch to observe the battlefield.

The field of view inside the tank is too narrow. As long as it is not too dangerous, the tank commanders like to stick their heads out to observe the battlefield.

Below the commander is the driver.

The commander's foot was on the driver's shoulder. He kicked the left shoulder to turn left, and kicked the right shoulder to turn right.

Kick in the head and drive straight forward!

Each tanker wore a heavy tank cap, and some even wore masks.

They care more about the driver's feet than anyone else!

The gunner is next to the commander. If he is slapped once, he will fire. If he is slapped twice, he will fire several rounds.

The gunner also has someone he can bully, and that's the loader.

If you hit it with your fist, it will be an explosive bomb, if you poke it with your finger, it will be a grenade, if you slap it with your hand, it will be powerful, an incendiary bomb!

The most unlucky ones are the loaders and drivers, who are completely reduced to the bottom of the tank biosphere.

I've been kicked and beaten all day long, but I still can't fight back.

After all, people also have work needs.

The commander controlled a 12.7mm heavy machine gun on the roof of the car, firing a stream of tracer bullets from time to time.

This heavy machine gun contains no other bullets, only tracer bullets.

A string of tracer bullets flies out, directly indicating the target, and the gunner just follows the tracer bullets and shoots the target.

As for the type of ammunition, that was something he had to consider.

The infantrymen followed closely behind the tank. At this time, no one cared about the tank's smoky exhaust.

The closer you are to the tank, the better. You can hear the tinkling sound of bullets hitting the tank in your ears.

When a small-caliber artillery hit a tank turret, it would bounce off with a "ding" sound.

With the existence of the Mongolian camp, the British's depth was only six kilometers.

Under the plowing fire of large-caliber artillery and the surveillance of bombers like falcons in the sky, there was no hope of survival.

As for the famous 88 anti-aircraft guns, they will be covered by heavy artillery fire whenever they appear.

Tanks are like invulnerable black weapons, charging across the land arrogantly.

The British snipers and machine gunners were all firing wildly at the tanks.

Mortar shells continued to explode around the tank, but most of the shrapnel was blocked by the tank's tall body.

Only a few fragments injured the infantry hiding behind the tank.

But no matter how they deal with it, the biggest damage is to the paint on the tank.

As a direct-aiming artillery piece, the tank gun was always staring at the British army's firepower point.

The high-explosive bomb exploded directly at the fire point of the machine gun, and the strong blast of air directly lifted up both the man and the machine gun.

The tank drove all the way to a place fifty or sixty meters ahead, and its parallel machine guns fired at the infantry.

The British soldiers did not dare to show their heads at all and could only hide in the trenches.

Several British soldiers got angry and stuck their heads out to shoot, but before they could pull the trigger, they were hit in the head by a row of machine gun bullets.

Ming soldiers, while firing, approached the British trenches.

When they saw the British soldiers showing up, the people behind them opened fire and the people in front threw grenades.

The artillery of the entire division was firing with all their strength to suppress the British artillery of large and small calibers.

The battlefield became a stage for artillery shells. The artillery shells from both sides were so dense that they collided and exploded in the air.

No matter how tenaciously the British army counterattacked, with the support of tanks, the 9th Division still captured the British frontline.

The scattered British soldiers ran towards the rear like a tide.

Bayan soon discovered these fleeing British troops!

"Why are there so many cavalry and they are all officers?" The British army was still attacking, but there were already people running along the road.

"Those are the ones on horseback, kill them."

Bayan pointed at those people and shouted, and the machine gunner immediately took aim and swept over them.

The guy on the horse galloping was immediately mowed down by a hail of machine gun bullets.

There is no way, the cavalry's goal is big.

The British attack on the Mongolian battalion position was almost crazy, and entire companies and entire battalions of infantry rushed over frantically.

But facing the crazy fire from automatic weapons and the barrage from mortars, no one could break through the Ming army's line of fire.

This kind of group charge can only cause greater casualties.

"Batalion Commander, the mortar is out of shells."

At the critical moment, the mortars suddenly stopped.

"Hold!"

Seeing the British charging again a few hundred meters away, Bayan's eyes almost popped out.

The entire battalion has been fighting until now and is almost out of ammunition and food.
To be continued...