Now Li Jiu finally knows why the Middle East is in chaos.

Damascus, known as the Paradise City, is now in ruins.

There are broken bricks and rubble everywhere, and countless snipers are hiding inside.

The road was very empty and no one dared to walk on it.

No matter who you are, anyone who dares to stand and speak is a warrior.

People's daily life involves crawling, or at least walking with their backs bent.

Everyone lives like a mouse, even more alert than a mouse.

Li Jiu touched the helmet and saw a scratch mark on it.

Wiped the sweat from my forehead!

The moment the bullet whizzed past his head, he even thought he was dead.

Steel helmets are not bulletproof, this is what the instructors have warned them countless times.

The steel helmet equipped by Ming Dynasty is directly hit by a bullet from a distance of one hundred meters. The helmet will be ready to break directly, and your head will still explode like a watermelon.

At a distance of 200 meters, the bullet may not penetrate the helmet.

But the strong kinetic energy will directly break your neck.

If you are lucky, you will be a vegetable in this life. If you are unlucky, you will directly become plant nutrients.

Mortar shells are consumed very quickly, there is nothing you can do about it. In this kind of battle, mortar is the best weapon.

The two sides were often separated by one or several blocks and were constantly bombarded with mortars.

Boom during the day! Boom also at night!

Smoking a cigarette is like squatting in a trench, as enjoyable as a rat.

Those Arabs are like cockroaches and they are endless to kill. If you kill one, there may be two nearby targeting you!

Don't slack off for even a second, because slackness is fatal.

It's really the kind that can kill you!

The cruel war taught the Gurkhas that they had to respect the current war.

They gave up the habit of fighting with the enemy, and after paying the price of human life and blood, they finally understood the importance of hiding their bodies in the trenches.

No one will laugh at the cowardice of Ming soldiers anymore!

Those who were not cowardly were all turned into ashes and returned to their hometown across the ocean.

"Bah! You're risking your life even if you smoke a damn cigarette. Platoon leader, when do you think this battle will end?"

I see there are always those Indians coming from behind!

Those people are so stupid, so stupid that they cry.

Ten new recruits were sent yesterday, and three of them died while squatting in the trench with the veterans all night.

When I asked, I found out that the three brothers disliked the cold at night and lit a bonfire to keep warm."

“Holy shit!

Lighting a bonfire is an insult to artillery.

Not to mention those Arabs, I want to blow them up."

"What's even more outrageous is that a squad leader and five soldiers dared to touch the enemy's position.

Using their dog-leg knives, they killed more than a dozen people and captured two alive.

It makes me feel like punishing them and rewarding them is not a problem for me now."

Li Jiu had a headache for a while, and there was really nothing he could do about this matter.

Punish them!

After all, they won the battle.

Reward them...!

From now on, there will be countless idiots who will attack without orders.

Not everyone has that kind of luck!

Six people versus a dozen, not only did they annihilate all their opponents, but they also captured two. I have to say, these six bastards are really awesome.

"Our Ming Dynasty does not have enough troops to come to the Middle East now, so we can only waste them like this.

But I think that wasting money like this seems to be very detrimental to the Arabs.

Although our supply line is long, our Ming Dynasty's national power is prosperous.

Ships can transport large quantities of supplies to the Port of Acre at any time.

Arabs, hehe!

If you look at their supply lines, ammunition has to be transported from Crimea. Those who cross the ocean have to pass through the northern mountains of the Ottoman Empire.

There is no railway at all along this road, let alone cars."

"I mean, platoon leader, even though you are now the battalion commander, you can still say something that we can understand."

"You bunch of tough guys, I mean. Those people across from you can't stand it anymore, do you feel it?

They seem to have stopped firing mortars recently!

Moreover, how long has it been since your position was bombarded by heavy artillery?"

"Platoon commander, don't say anything yet.

I really feel this reminder from you.

During this time, these grandsons seem to have really calmed down a lot."

"My position has not been bombarded by heavy artillery for several days."

"Mine too!"

"I haven't been hit by mortars since yesterday."

"Across from us, there are less shootings."

Li Jiu took another look at the sketch in his hand.

Damascus has been shattered, and the original map is of little use.

Li Jiu sent out small groups of troops many times and paid for this sketch with his life.

Each pile of rubble is marked in detail on the map, and it was even detected that there were Tibetan troop garrison caves underneath some of the rubble.

"Since the Gurkhas are good at night fighting, let's fight tonight.

Look at the map...!"

Li Jiu decided to fight. If everything went well, it would prove that the Arabs on the opposite side had a big logistics problem.

The Arabs' place is different from the Ming Dynasty. There are no railways here.

If you want supplies, you can only use large airships and ships.

If there is really a problem with supplies, then you can be sure that the Ming Dynasty has blocked the Bosporus!

The Arab ships can't get through.

At night, take advantage of the moonlight.

Li Jiuyi waved his hand, and groups of Gurkha soldiers behind him climbed out of the trenches.

The Gurkha soldiers held Gurkha scimitars in their mouths and slowly climbed towards the opponent's position.

Sometimes Li Jiu doesn't understand what kind of mentality these people have.

To this day, they are not used to using firearms. They believe that this thing cannot fully demonstrate the courage of the Gurkhas!

Even at the cost of blood, they have changed a lot. Some people have begun to practice marksmanship hard, but deep down, they still like to use the Gurkha scimitar to fight the enemy hand-to-hand.

Mortars were fired from time to time!

They were all bunkers discovered during the day!

In fact, mortar shells are useless now.

Artillery is very deadly to complete buildings.

But in the face of broken walls and broken bricks and tiles, its effect is very limited. You can't blow the broken bricks into powder!

The sound of artillery shells hitting the ruins is very muffled!

Li Jiu listened carefully in the trench, knowing that he would hear the sound of killing soon.

It seemed like a hundred years had passed, and Li Jiu hadn't heard the shouts of death or screams.

I looked at my watch and saw that only ten minutes had passed.
To be continued...