In a blink of an eye, the patrol battalion had rushed to less than two hundred meters away from the Copyright Defense Line.

Perhaps in order to boost courage, the officers and soldiers of the patrol battalions holding fast guns, old-fashioned rifles, and even muskets were like they were injected with chicken blood and pulled the trigger on the counterfeit defense line.

So, the sound of gunfire sounded like firecrackers.

The boss Yang Xingguo was confident about whether the counterfeit camp could defeat the patrol battalion. However, when the gunfire sounded on the battlefield, he still couldn't help but worry about the new recruits around him.

After looking at the new recruits around him with his own eyes, the thing that Wang Hu, the second leader, was most worried about was still the case.

Facing the bullets flying above my head, I listened to the constant sound of gunfire in front of the defense line.

Many new recruits in the trench were already trembling because of tension and fear. At this moment, more than 80% of the new recruits were all squatting in the trench because of fear of the battlefield.

Faced with this situation, Yang Xingguo knew that only victory could make these panic recruits calm again.

So, Yang Xingguo lay directly on the edge of the trench, quickly pulled the bolt of the rifle and loaded the bullets, put the figure of a patrol battalion officer in front of the position into the rifle sight, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The gunshots sounded, and the officer of the patrol battalion fell without surprise and turned into a corpse.

After successfully shooting an enemy, Yang Xingguo did not hesitate and continued to repeat the actions just now, preparing to shoot the second enemy.

Of course, when pulling the bolt, I did not forget to call loudly: "Brothers, there is nothing to be afraid of in the patrol battalion. They all fight against one head with both shoulders. If they shoot down, they will still kill their lives..."

"Sharpshooter squad, as long as you think you are sure of the enemy, just shoot me directly... If you can attack the patrol battalion fast gunner, you will attack the patrol battalion fast gunner..."

As soon as Yang Xingguo's order was issued, a few gunshots rang out on the defensive line of the village.

It is obvious that the sharpshooters with the best skills in the sharpshooters class have long been unable to hold on.

This time, five bullets, including Yang Xingguo, actually had eyes, and directly penetrated into the bodies of five patrol battalions soldiers. More importantly, four of the five patrol battalions soldiers who fell to the ground were the fast gunmen of the patrol battalions that Yang Xingguo took most care of.

However, the death of these people did not show any signs of retreat in the remaining people in the patrol battalion.

After all, there were more than 200 people in the patrol battalion, and the deaths of a few people were like a ripple on the water surface, which easily disappeared completely.

However, as the patrol battalion gets closer to the defense line, more and more sharpshooters, and even some counterfeit veterans who are sure of their marksmanship, have joined the counterattack ranks.

As a result, every time a patrol battalion with more than 200 people advanced one or two steps, someone would fall down and die on the attack.

Of course, these first attacks, without exception, are the fast gunmen of the patrol battalion that pose the greatest threat to the copycat.

In the trench defending by Yangjiazhai, facing the officers who were constantly falling on the battlefield, and the constant encouragement of the officers around them, the panic that enveloped them finally stabilized.

With Wang Hu's order, more and more recruits began to stand up from the trench, pulled the rifle trigger at the patrol battalion officers who were getting closer and closer in front of the defense line, and fired bullets.

Although the bullets they fired were not too accurate because they were nervous, the bullets they fired were very dense.

Even if only one of the blind cats hits the dead mouse and hits the soldiers of the patrol battalion, dozens of new recruits can shoot one round of bullets at the same time, and they can still kill four or five enemies.

Of course, the bullets fired by the offensive forces of the patrol battalion also began to work at this time.

The only thing that made Yang Xingguo feel thankful was that under the special suppression and shooting of more than a dozen sharpshooters and veterans in the copycat, the fast gunmen of the patrol battalion rarely had the chance to shoot bullets in the gun chamber.

In addition, the trenches dug by the parody are deep enough that more than 100 people in the parody only reveal their heads and a little upper body from the trenches. Even if the patrol battalion fires bullets and does not miss them, it will be difficult for these bullets to hit the target.

However, even so, there were still many new recruits in the trench who were shot because they were not concealed.

However, these new recruits who were shot were sent out of the trench as soon as possible.

Not only ordinary bandits, but even Yang Xingguo, who kept pulling the trigger and shooting the enemy, didn't know how many people were injured or killed in the parody.

Of course, the benefits of doing this to copycat are self-evident.

Because there is no death or injury... The remaining bandit recruits in the trench finally stabilized their morale, although there is constant fluctuation, none of them has reached the brink of collapse.

Although the performance of the new recruits made Yang Xingguo breathe a sigh of relief. However, the increasingly harsh battle situation on the battlefield made Yang Xingguo's relaxed heart tense again.

There were too many people involved in the attack in the patrol battalion, although the Yangjiazhai bandits fired bullets forward as quickly as possible.

However, the dense bullets still failed to block the attack of the patrol battalion.

At this moment, the attacking troops of the patrol battalion were more than fifty meters away from the trench, and the soldiers of the patrol battalion, who had more than 200 people, lost more than one hundred people.

The remaining more than 100 patrol soldiers will continue to attack in one go as long as there is no accident.

In at most ten seconds, more than seventy patrol battalions will successfully be charged into the trench.

At that time, even if he and Wang Hu join forces to stop them with a pistol, they will not be able to avoid close-range fights with them.

A group of new recruits who had never seen a bayonet had a hand-to-hand combat with the officers and soldiers of the patrol battalion holding large swords and other cold weapons. That was not a battle, but a death sentence...

"We must find a way to block the attack of the patrol battalion. It is best to defeat them and directly defeat the battlefield..." This is the only thought in Yang Xingguo's mind at this moment.

And just as Yang Xingguo frowned and thought about this question.

Zhang Shanlin, the reconnaissance squad leader who was not equipped with a rifle, his eyes lit up and he reminded him...

"The boss, we still have five explosive packs. Should we send two to the patrol battalion in front of us..."

Yang Xingguo's eyes lit up and he asked quickly: "Have the catapult been arranged? Can we use it now? We don't have much time to prepare..."

After receiving Zhang Shanlin's affirmation, Yang Xingguo ordered very decisively: "Why are you still stunned? Use explosives to pack immediately..."

Soon, a ten-pound explosive pack passed over everyone's heads at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Chapter completed!