Li Jiu felt like he was going to die, his throat was on fire, and his words were almost like a sentence.

The camouflage uniform he wore was almost torn into pieces, even worse than the beggars in Basra.

My chest hurts so much that it hurts to take a breath.

Li Jiu knew that his internal organs were injured by the shell.

Two days have passed, but the reinforcements still have not arrived. The body of the cooking team leader is on the edge of the trench, and his tricycle is twisted fifty meters away.

This guy was very unlucky. He originally rode a tricycle to deliver food when it was dark. But when he went back, he was blown up by a cold gun.

Since Lao Gao is gone, there will be no one to deliver food.

In the past two days, everyone has lived on cans and biscuits.

But what is lacking now is not food, but water.

There is no water source at all in this damn place. It is surrounded by sand except for the Gobi Desert, but two wells were drilled in the past.

But the volley of artillery was blown up after it was fired. Li Jiu doubted that the Kurds knew the location of the well in advance, otherwise how could they have blown it up so accurately.

But it's too late for any suspicion, the well has collapsed. All we can do is make biscuits!

"Eat! If you don't eat, you won't have the strength." A large group of men were looking at a bag of biscuits. Although they hadn't eaten anything all day, no one made a move.

"A bunch of men, why are all the women eating it?" Li Jiu looked at the eight remaining brothers.

A platoon is now completely integrated into a squad, and the platoon leader himself is now a squad leader.

Li Jiu boldly picked up a biscuit and took a small bite.

Sour! These biscuits are so damn sour.

Every time I bite my teeth, my teeth hurt terribly.

A man who is not afraid of bullets and bullets, but holding a small biscuit in his hand is as heavy as a stone.

After chewing the biscuits for a full minute, Li Jiu suddenly swallowed them.

No matter how much you chew it, the feeling of the cookie scratching your throat is excruciatingly painful.

I really wanted to get a sip of water, but the problem was that there was no water.

With the first one came the second, and the soldiers picked up the cookies one after another.

That expression was so ferocious that even when facing the most ferocious enemy.

"Platoon commander, do you think the officers have forgotten us?"

The telephone lines were blown down, and the connection with the outside world was cut off. The cold gunfire continued, and those who went out to check the lines basically could not come back.

There are only a few people left now, so no one wants to check the clues.

"Boy, don't talk nonsense.

The commander is right there!"

Li Jiu glanced at the captain lying in the trench. He had been dead for a day. The blood had condensed into black, and even though he was covered with a piece of cloth, it was still covered with flies.

I really don’t understand why there are so many flies in this desert.

It is very possible that there were too many dead people on the battlefield, and the flesh and blood of the soldiers turned into these flies.

There were indeed many dead people on the battlefield, all in front of the battlefield. I captured an Arab and asked the other side to collect his body, but the Arab's body also appeared in the pile of corpses.

No one dares to go now!

Both sides of the battle were enduring the stench of corpses. It was really stinky. At first, smelling it made me want to vomit.

But I’m used to vomiting!

Flies are actually good things. With the help of maggots, those stinky corpses turned into withered bones as quickly as possible.

Those vultures also serve the same purpose, but eating in the middle of the battlefield is very dangerous.

Bullets and cannonballs don't care whether you are here to fight or have a dinner.

As long as you stand in their way, you will be shattered to pieces. Unless, you are harder than bullets and cannonballs.

The people killed by the shells were all scattered, and most of them were five hundred meters away.

After being placed within two hundred meters, most of the corpses were relatively neat.

These people were all killed by bullets, and many of their bodies had been exposed to the sun for several days. Their bellies were inflated like balloons, and their bellies were bigger than those of an eight-month pregnant woman.

When it expands to the extreme, the belly will explode with a "pop".

The rotten intestines and internal organs were thrown away, and countless white maggots were also thrown away.

Every time this time comes, countless flies will fly over.

The body was quickly covered in flies and turned black!

The most annoying thing is a kind of green-headed fly. This thing doesn't like to hang around dead people, but it likes to hang around living people.

Everyone said that this is a dead man looking for the next dead ghost.

Oddly enough, people who are always stared at by blowflies tend to die quickly.

Either they were blown to pieces by a flying artillery shell, or their heads were blown open by bullets flying from nowhere.

The most bizarre one was actually killed by a bullet falling from the sky.

Bullets falling from the sky must be Maxim. The muzzle of this thing was specially raised to deal with people in the trenches.

The bullet falls in a parabola, and the final result is that the bullet falls from the sky.

In the past, crawling on the battlefield was a good idea. Since the invention of this underworld tactic, no one has thought about crawling onto the enemy's position without any trouble.

"Platoon leader, listen to what the sound is." A soldier suddenly put his ear close to the shooting hole.

This is a "buzz" and "buzz" sound, like thousands of flies flying at the same time.

The sound seemed to vibrate right next to the eardrums, making people's hearts beat faster.

Li Jiu was also at a loss. The airship did not have such power.

After getting out from behind the bunker, Li Jiu saw a strange thing flying in the sky. The thing didn't look like an airship, it had a big air bag.

But like a bird, it has a pair of wings.

That thing flew very low, with two bright red five-pointed stars on its wings.

"That's our Ming Dynasty's thing, our Ming Dynasty thing." Seeing the five-pointed star, the soldiers immediately cheered like children.

There were still people in the trenches, holding red flags and waving them constantly.

"Silly boy, if you don't belong to the Ming Dynasty, do you think you belong to the Hebrews?

Who in this world doesn't know that all good things come from our Ming Dynasty." The veteran glanced at the recruit who was so happy that his nose was bubbling, and surprisingly he didn't slap him.

Everyone looks silly and happy at the things in the sky!

Then I saw that thing in the sky throwing down a black dot!

"Bomb!" Everyone got into the bunker as quickly as possible.

The brave ones even leaned by the door and looked out to see what it was.

The black spots fell quickly, but soon a huge mushroom grew on them.

After the white mushroom opened, the falling speed of the black dots suddenly slowed down a lot.

"Oh my God! What the hell is this? Why are mushrooms still growing in the sky?" The recruit's jaw almost dropped to the ground.

"Idiot, this is called a parachute. With this thing, it won't matter no matter how high you jump.

This is what belongs to our Ming army!"

Li Jiu slapped the silly recruit.

"Box! That's a box." Under the parachute was a green leather box, which was falling slowly towards the Ming army's position.

The box fell to the ground, and the white parachute covering it was very conspicuous.

"Let's go and see what this thing is." Li Jiu picked up the telescope and looked across.

The plane flew over the Ming army's positions and was not polite when it reached the Kurdish positions.

Such a big bomb came down with a roaring sound.

The smoke and dust from the explosion are dozens of meters high, and the ground trembles every time there is an explosion. The 480mm heavy artillery shells are only at this level.

Not only the bombs were dropped, but there were also machine guns on the plane.

Flying back and forth, the machine gun kept firing.

"Hit! Beat! Beat hard!"

Everyone gathered close to the perforation, their heads crowded together to watch the Kurdish positions in the distance being bombed.

"Dong dong dong...!" A series of dull cannon sounds.

This is the sound of anti-aircraft guns. The anti-aircraft guns in the hands of the Kurds are no different from those of the Ming army. Even the sound of the guns is similar.
To be continued...