"What a bastard! Damn Han Chinese!" Tuo Buhua cursed loudly when he saw the thick smoke rising into the sky.

Without the pastures, the cattle and sheep will starve to death. Without the cattle and sheep, the Mongolians will starve to death. The pastures are the lives of the Mongols, and burning the pastures is burning the lives of the Mongols.

Not only was Tuo Buhua extremely angry, but all the Mongolian soldiers under his command were itching with hatred. They knew that if the Han people were released into the grassland, they would be even more destroyed by the largest group of yellow sheep. These people must not be allowed to enter the Western Regions, and they must not be allowed to

The Han people destroyed the Western Regions.

Although he had traveled all night, he still had to wait in front of the raging fire.

At exactly 10:15 in the morning, the fire was finally extinguished. In front of us was a black world, and the spring breeze blew through countless vegetation and ash rising into the sky, as if there was a layer of black clouds in the sky.

The Mongols walked into the battlefield walking on black plant ash, and their faces were all blackened by the plant ash, like the Stove Lord!

There is no airship in the sky, but there is a small highland behind Xingxing Town. This is naturally a command post! At this time, Nie Dahai was standing on the small highland, looking at the Mongols who were getting closer and closer.

The team was huge, at least 10,000 people.

Nie Dahai's mouth curled up. In his eyes, 10,000 people were not enough to shake his position. Especially when a fire delayed the Mongols' entry into the battlefield, and the cement at the top of the fortifications further solidified. After a tiring night,

The soldiers also rested for four or five hours.

The soldiers of the Liao army were chewing big cakes and canned beef. Except for a few sharp soldiers who were guarding the trenches, the rest of them got into the bunkers, and they were discussing with the gods and Buddhas they knew, asking them for help.

Let the heavy rockets land on top of your head.

He took the beef-wrapped pie from the guard, took a firm bite, and stretched out his hand.

The guard handed over a green onion with a wink!

Nie Dahu ate a bite of scallions and a bite of beef rolled in a big pancake. If the battle really started, he couldn't tell when he would eat next.

The Mongols have obviously learned well! They no longer play the ancestral tactic of cavalry charge. The Mongols lowered their bodies carefully, crouching to cover each other, and approached the Ming army's position where no one was visible.

Tuo Buhua was itching with hatred. He couldn't see any enemy, and the long-barreled cannon was useless. Where did those damn Ming troops go? Could it be that they were hidden underground?

At this time, all the soldiers of the Ming Army were hiding in bunkers. Many of them were veterans, but there were also newcomers who had joined the army last year. The veterans ate canned beef flatbreads as if nothing had happened, and picked up the kettle to take a sip from time to time.

The recruits sat on the ground in the bunker, staring blankly above their heads, crossing their hands and mumbling something!

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"...

The explosion finally sounded, and everyone felt the earth shaking. There was sand and dust on the top of the fortification, falling down along the gaps between the sleepers.

"Fuck it!" The veteran quickly hid the pie in his clothes and kept shaking his head to shake the sand off his head.

The recruits held their heads in their hands, and the timid ones huddled tightly in the corner, as if they were trying to rub their bodies into the soil. Some of the unsatisfied ones were so frightened that they peed themselves.

"Damn it!" Nie Dahai took a step slower. The big cake in his hand was covered with sand and soil. He patted the sand and continued to stuff the big cake into his mouth, chewing it with a "squeaking" sound.

Unable to see the enemy, Tuo Buhua resorted to a small trick. He ordered a dozen rocket rounds to be fired, preferably to blow up all the enemies.

In an ordinary army, there are always new recruits and veterans. The veterans are fine, but the new recruits will always run around in panic when encountering shelling. As long as you see where the new recruits are running around, you can know where the enemy troops are hiding.

Of course, if there happens to be a shell that kills the enemy commander, that would be the best thing.

Tuo Buhua prayed to Changshengtian, hoping that such a miracle would happen. But he didn't know if Changshengtian would agree to his request.

The result of the bombardment made him regretful. There was still no soldier visible in the telescope. This result was a bit discouraging! Of course, he would not naively believe that those Han people would capture Xingxing Town and then run away.

You will soon know where the enemy is hiding.

In the first batch of attacks, Tuobuhua invested 500 people.

These five hundred people, with their waists bent and guns in their hands, were covering each other as they approached the Ming army's positions. It must be said that these people had good tactical skills after years of fighting with the Liao army. But having said that, they were unwilling to learn new tactical skills.

People all died early.

A few crows suddenly flew into the sky, and five hundred people lay down on the ground. The guns in their hands were looking for targets! They were covered in plant ash, and they looked miserable!

It was still quiet on the opposite side, not even a single person could be seen. Even the mortars, the first weapon of the Liao army that was usually close to the Liao army's position, were not fired.

The Mongolian soldiers' hearts were in their throats, and they wiped their faces, leaving black marks on their faces. They stood up, bent their waists, and continued to trot forward.

"Toot!" "Toot!" "Toot!" Three rapid whistles sounded, and the Mongolian soldiers once again fell to the ground in unison.

Hearing the whistle, Ming soldiers emerged from the trenches. The new recruits who were so frightened that they peed their pants were kicked in the buttocks by the veterans and pushed out of the bunker.

Everyone trotted along the trenches, hunched over, to their fighting positions.

The Aka 47 rifle in his hand was aimed at the advancing Mongolian soldiers.

The Mongolian soldiers were surprised because they found that there seemed to be a group of rats moving under the horizon. But the distance was too far and they could not see clearly. Some veterans were even more uneasy. They quietly slowed down, and the new soldiers who had fallen behind and entered the battlefield for the first time were

Ding, unknowingly rushed to the front.

Ming soldiers squatted in the trenches, aiming at the approaching Mongolian soldiers.

The veteran quietly opened the safety, with his finger on the trigger ready to shoot. The recruit's palms were sweating, holding the gun with the safety on and waiting for the signal.

Nie Dahai was in the bunker, holding a telescope and looking at the battlefield through the observation hole. Years of battlefield experience told him that this was a tactical probing attack. The purpose was just to use hundreds of lives to find out the reality of the Liao army.

That’s all.

He didn't plan to use artillery, not even mortars. He didn't use heavy machine guns either. The two companies on the front all had new Aka 47 rifles in their hands. They were dealing with 500 Mongolian soldiers armed with old single-shot rifles.

, it shouldn’t be a big problem. Anyway, Nie Dahai’s role is to delay time. Li Xiao never told him that he must annihilate all the stubborn enemies. Just hold on to the current position!

The Mongolian soldiers looked like they were clearly not used to modern warfare.

The distance got closer and closer, and this time the veterans began to swallow their saliva. They adjusted the ruler again, and the crosshair gap was pointed at the nearest Mongolian soldier rushing in front.

The saliva in the recruits' mouths had dried up long ago, but they still kept swallowing. Their throats were so dry that they seemed to be smoking, but they didn't dare to drink water, and they didn't even dare to take their fingers off the trigger. They seemed to have forgotten that the gun was still there.

The insurance was not on.

"Squeak...!" "Bang...!" A flying monkey flew into the sky and exploded. The sound shocked the Mongolian soldiers.

The moment they saw the Sky Monkey's flames, the veterans fell to the ground. The recruits didn't know what was going on, and by the time they realized what was happening and wanted to lie down, it was already too late.

On the Ming Dynasty's position, the veterans heard the explosion of the Sky Monkey, and immediately opened fire with the Aka 47 rifles in their hands. The Mongolian soldiers who were set on the gap in the sight immediately fell to the ground!

The recruits also pulled the triggers at the same time, but unfortunately their guns had safety guards on them and nothing came out of the barrels. Only then did they remember that their guns still had safety guards on them and hurriedly opened the safety guards and fired.

Before there is an order, it is battlefield discipline to put the safety on the gun. These recruits will inevitably be nervous when they first enter the battlefield. When they are nervous, they will shoot randomly. Many times, the enemy is still far away and they cannot hit at all, but instead expose themselves.

position, attracting enemy artillery fire.

Therefore, the Liao army has a military rule. That is, the gun must be equipped with a safety before firing is ordered.

When the recruits turned on the safety and wanted to shoot, they discovered that the Mongolian soldiers who had been squatting just now were all lying on the ground. The body targets were small and scary, and it was not easy to hit them.

The Ming soldiers were lying on the trench walls and shooting, while the Mongolian soldiers were lying on the ground and shooting. The two sides started shooting at a distance of more than 100 meters!

Suddenly there was a loud sound of gunfire, startling countless frightened birds.

The gunfire was like frying soybeans, but the casualties were frighteningly small.

The guy who rushed at the front of the Mongolian soldiers was killed by the veterans of the Liao army, and the loss was only a few dozen. On the Liao army's side, there were zero casualties. Because the heads were lying in the trenches, and only half of the heads were exposed. The target

It's really too small. The Mongols' marksmanship is not accurate at this level.

And the Mongolians are all lying on the ground now, and the number of physical targets has been greatly reduced. It still takes some skills to accurately hit them at a distance of 150 meters.

"What the fuck, grandma, it's really underground." It was the first time I saw this tactic of Tuo Buhua, and I was so shocked that my jaw almost dropped to the ground.

Each and every one of them only has their head half peeking out from the ground, so how the hell are they going to fight this battle?

One hundred and fifty meters away, the head is just a dot. It's probably too difficult to hit it.

Looking at his long-barreled cannons again, Tuo Buhua suddenly felt that these long-barreled cannons seemed to be of no use.

Everyone is hiding underground, and your cannonballs don’t know how to turn. How can you really use them to blow up the Ming army in the trenches?

"Follow up with the mortars! If you find a Ming army firepower point, shoot me as hard as you can." Tuo Buhua knew that there was no point in shooting at the Ming army at this time. Both sides were actually wasting ammunition in extreme panic!

The mortars were quickly moved up, and the calculation soldiers nervously calculated the ballistics.

They didn't know that on the small high ground behind Xingxing Town, the calculation soldiers were also calculating nervously.
Chapter completed!