A man suddenly emerged from the exploded soil. Soon, countless soldiers emerged from various fortification bunkers.

"It's okay! Our fortifications are holding up. Our fortifications are holding up!" Li Hu hugged the guard squad leader, as happy as a child.

More and more people emerged from the ground. Under the command of the officers, some were deepening and strengthening the fortifications. Some were helping to dig out the collapsed fortifications and rescue those buried brothers.

The soil blasted out by the shells was all loose soil, which was very easy to dig. People outside were digging, and people inside were digging desperately. Soon, with the joint efforts of the inside and outside, the collapsed tunnel was dug out.

In fact, when building large-scale fortifications, these issues have been taken into consideration. Not only have enough ventilation holes been built, but also several corridors leading to the outside world. Otherwise, there is only one corridor. Once it is blown down, they will be buried alive inside.

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Li Hu looked at the densely packed soldiers busy on the battlefield and patted the communications squad leader on the shoulder: "Let the third battalion not have to come up. Just stand by at the regimental command. Be ready with the first battalion at any time!"

The Third Battalion is the only reserve team in Li Hu's hands. Li Hu once listened to Li Xiao's repeated warnings. He must have a reserve team on hand at all times, even if there is only one company, one platoon, or even one squad. There must be a reserve team on hand.

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The first and second battalions formed a defensive position in a fan shape. The third battalion stayed on the back slope of the mountain, ready to support the first and second battalions at any time.

After the soldiers came out, the first thing they did was to dig fortification bunkers. The experience of being shelled just now made them trust these bunkers even more. As survivors of the Nanjing Attack and Defense War, they knew the power of rockets, especially heavy rockets.

As long as this thing explodes, there will be no living things within a radius of tens of meters. Even the rats in the hole will be killed by the huge explosion. To a certain extent, they are also rats in the hole. It can be as deep as ten meters, passing by

The reinforced defenses still allowed them to survive.

The fortifications gave them great confidence, and everyone promised to God that they would dig fortifications whenever they had free time in future wars. This thing could really save lives at critical moments.

The first battalion commander sent someone to report the casualties to Li Hu. All the observation posts left on the surface were killed. No one saw the staff officer sent by Li Hu, so it was probably a disaster.

These casualties were all within Li Hu's calculations. With this level of shelling, there could be no living creatures on the surface. In fact, Li Hu once believed that the entire first battalion had been destroyed.

On weekdays, the easiest military branch is artillery. These guys travel by horse-drawn carriages and use ox-carts to pull artillery shells. They don't have to walk and march like infantry. I don't know how many envious looks they attract.

At this time, the first thing all the artillerymen did when they rushed out of the bunker was to dig out the mortars buried in the floating soil with their hands. The broken stones were as sharp as stones, and there were countless sharp shrapnel buried in the soil. The artillerymen's

Their hands were scratched and dripping with blood, but they didn't hesitate at all and continued to dig like marmots. The soil taken out by their hands was covered with blood, and it was sticky and stuck to their hands and could not be shaken off.

"Squad leader! Use the shovel, this thing is fast." The new recruit ran over happily with the shovel in his hand.

"Get the hell out of here! The artillery is our life. If you break it with a shovel, I'll twist your head off." Before the recruit could dig with the shovel, he was kicked by the squad leader and walked away, holding his buttocks.

"Non-stop.

It was hard to dig out the mortar, but the mortar position could not be used. I quickly snatched the shovel from the recruit's hand, dug soil on the ground, put it into a bag, and padded the mortar base. See

The recruit was still saying "Ouch" stupidly, but the squad leader kicked the bastard again.

After placing the mortar as quickly as possible, the squad leader shouted: "Shells!"

Seeing that the recruit was still sitting there sulking and wiping away tears, the squad leader took the rifle from the man next to him, pointed it at the recruit's head and said, "I'll count to thirty. If you don't bring the shell over, I'll kill you."

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The recruit stopped crying immediately, scurried into the bunker like a rabbit, and carried a box of artillery shells out as quickly as possible.

The Mongols were almost at the bottom of the mountain. Everyone dismounted and started cleaning the bell-shaped barbed wire fence.

The advantages of the bell-shaped barbed wire came into play at this time. Although it was twisted like a twist by the explosion, it could not be spread apart. The cavalry galloped in front of the bell-shaped barbed wire, but the horses refused to take a step forward.

If it was the Liao army, they would have used demolition pliers at this time. They would have cut off the bell-shaped barbed wire section by section, and then dragged it away with horses.

The Mongols are relatively tough, and these guys have already prepared the door panels. They forcefully place them on the bell-shaped barbed wire fence, and people jump on it. Some of them are even more heartless, knocking down a captured herdsman, and slamming it on the barbed wire fence.

Throw them. Before the people could struggle, they were shot in the back of the head. Then the Mongols stepped on their corpses and jumped over the barbed wire fence.

The barbed wire fence pulled by wooden poles had disappeared, and the Mongolian soldiers were advancing rapidly. Some even unloaded mortars from their horses and prepared to bombard the Ming army on the mountain.

The artillery squad leader kicked the mortar base twice and saw that the base was very strong. He immediately opened the ammunition box and took out a mortar shell from it.

"Scheduled Zhu Yuansan, three rounds of rapid fire." Seeing that the artillery position had been restored, the artillery company commander's shout was interrupted.

The Mongolian mortar had just been set up, but before it had time to fire, it was covered by the Ming army's artillery fire. Orange flames exploded, and shrapnel flew horizontally. The barrel was blasted into the sky, and flying shrapnel

It penetrated into the bodies of the artillerymen. Blood and screams flew up almost at the same time, and together with the smoke, they shot up into the air.

In more than half a year, the artillery company under Li Hu had already calibrated the shooting units. After test firing, the predetermined units were calibrated for each place. As long as the predetermined unit number was reported, the artillery did not need to count the troops.

React quickly.

Originally I just wanted to save a procedure, but I didn't expect it to have unexpected effects today. Sometimes all you need on the battlefield is three or two minutes.

Twelve mortars, three rapid fire rounds, and thirty-six shells, quickly destroyed the six mortars deployed by the Mongolians at the foot of the mountain. The shells caused the Mongolian ammunition to explode, resulting in a larger explosion.

.The infantrymen who passed by them were also in bad luck.

The artillery reacted quickly, and the infantry reacted not too slowly.

The soldiers began to fire sporadically, but because the distance was a bit far away, they hardly hit anyone. The Mongolian soldiers did the same, aiming their guns and hitting them. But most of the bullets were shot into the soil, and few of them hit the Ming army at all.

Soldiers from both sides just fired at each other, and a strange scene appeared on the battlefield. Bullets were flying across the battlefield, but there were few casualties among the soldiers on both sides. Occasionally, a few fell down, and they were extremely unlucky guys. The Mongolian soldiers were not stupid either.

, seeing the opponent's bullets so densely packed, no one charged desperately.

If you charge at this time, you don't have to fight, you will only die. The bullet doesn't matter whether you have the courage or not, as long as you stand in its way, you will end badly.

The Mongolian officers were very angry. They pulled the Mongolian soldiers and charged forward. But the Mongolian soldiers preferred to crawl close to the ground. Experience told them that the probability of being hit was smaller.

The distance is too far, and counter-firing is actually a waste of bullets. But mortars are different. The mortars have been calibrated to shoot at Zhu Yuan. After killing the accompanying artillery of the Mongols, they immediately turned the muzzle and aimed at them.

Target these crawling crawlers.

The shells hit the crawling Mongolian soldiers one by one, and the Ming soldiers on the mountainside could see clearly. The Mongolian soldiers lying on the ground were lifted up by the shells. The people who crawled at the front were fine, but the ones in the middle were dead.

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The mortar relied on its rate of fire to create a wall of fire in the middle of the attacking team. Countless steel shrapnel flew out of the wall of fire, tearing into pieces any Mongolian soldiers who dared to approach the wall of fire.
Chapter completed!