With his teeth biting, his heart straddled, and he barely aimed. Big Max shot with a bang, and his eardrums roared slightly.

In the field a few hundred meters away, a soldier wearing a yellow and green camouflage combat uniform fell down. Judging from his outfit, he was either an Englishman, an Irish or a Welshman.

This is indeed a civil war between the British!

After three rounds of bullets fired in succession, Big Max retracted back into the trench again, gasping for breath. The strange smell of gunpowder and soil compressed the nasal cavity and lungs far more than the crowded smoking room. Big Max deliberately slowed down the loading of bullets, deliberately deafing the increasingly clear shouts of killing. However, the officers' slogans seemed to be getting more and more rapid. The gunshots and explosions tightened for a while, and the grenades seemed to be starting to come in handy. Of the 10th of the defense line, there would be cruel hand-to-hand combat. All of this was completely unaware of by Big Max.

After loading the bullet, he took a deep breath and was about to get up when the soldier next to him suddenly fell down. Big Max wanted to give him a sympathetic wry smile, but when he saw the soldier's bloody face clearly, his whole body suddenly froze.

Before coming to this muddy land that was destroyed by countless artillery fire, he never felt that life and death were so close.

Out of fear of death, Big Max wanted to pretend to be dead, but the intimidation of the Japanese superviser was ultimately greater than that of the enemy. Several soldiers next to him returned to their respective combat positions honestly, so he had to go back to the combat position.

Against the backdrop of the short shooting of the machine gun, the sound of the rifle seemed to be scattered. In fact, in such an environment, no one knew whether their bullets killed the enemy. Maybe they were wandering away and maybe they had an irrelevant shot on their dying bodies. Even so, soldiers with thread weaving, cloth or leather gloves still tried hard to pull the bolt, aim, shoot, and repeat these actions like mechanically until they were shot all the bullets in the bullet cabin, and they could squat down and load the bullets without being scolded.

The coalition seemed to be about to wipe this position from the earth. Countless shells and bullets kept attacking, sand and rock fragments and broken limbs flew in the air, and the air waves mixed with mud and sand and gravel showed their violent nature. Those powerful combat vehicles rushed to the first trench like ghosts, and the minefield swept by artillery fire was thrown behind them!

The Scottish Army claims to be equipped with thousands of chariots, but since the battle began, Big Max has not seen even a chariot with the San Andre Cross logo.

Not a single one!

With Scotland's weak industry and lack of competitiveness, how can it create and maintain a huge modern armored force? Not to mention the performance of the tanks left by the British army, it is still a big question whether matching parts can be found over the past ten years. After all, the industrial facilities during the British Empire were either turned into ruins in the war or were kidnapped by the victorious countries, and they did not leave anything to the divided British countries at all.

Seeing the fierce Japanese war supervisor approaching again, Big Max climbed up like a conditioned reflex, holding a gun to open fire. He then witnessed a brave defender firing at the side of the enemy's chariot with a rocket launcher at close range. The rocket bombs exploded the chariot, but the soldier was immediately shot by the machine gun of another enemy's chariot. The machine gun bullet ruthlessly pierced the brave's chest at close range, and the blood splashed out from the back was so shocking!

The cruel battle in front of us continued, grenades hit the enemy like raindrops, and light and heavy firearms were also shooting desperately, but except for the rocket launcher, the other weapons seemed to have no effect on those big guys painted in camouflage.

In front of the chariot, an ordinary rifle was like a fire stick. Big Max stood in the battle position at a loss, without retreating, nor did he continue to shoot.

pound...

The explosion at a very close distance sounded completely different from when it was a little far away. The heat wave arrived in an instant, and the tiny debris made the exposed skin feel tingling. In a blink of an eye, about forty or fifty meters ahead of the right side of Big Max, a "Teutonic Knight" ignited into a fireball.

When the enemy in front was killed, the big Max had not yet been ignited with joy. Another "Teutonic Knight" rushed up under the rapidly rotating track. The majestic momentum made the people standing opposite the battlefield fearful. When the machine gun on the front of the car body burst out with orange flames, the big Max, who did not want to die, shrank his head and hid back to the bottom of the trench.

The next scene left him stunned. The Japanese general officer lowered his head, bowed his waist, held a submachine gun in his left hand, and a fire-filled soju bottle in his right hand. When another enemy chariot ran over the trenches, he suddenly slowed down and stood up at the same time. The pause seemed to be weighing the best time. In a moment, he struggled to throw the bottle at the back of the enemy chariot. After completing this action, he bowed slightly and stared at the chariot with his eyes.

Two or three seconds later, a fireball rose from the back of the enemy chariot that was about to leave sight.

After attacking a "Teutonic Knight", the bloodthirsty Eastern warrior did not intend to stop. He quickly ran north along the trench, picked up a bag from a corpse wearing a steel helmet with one hand, and then leaned over the trench and looked out. After a moment, he seemed to have seen the black cat of a mouse, and crawled out with extremely rapid and dexterous movements.

The sound of gunfire and explosions outside the trench were still extremely fierce. I don’t know if the flashes of fire were grenades, shells or incendiary bombs. After two minutes, a loud bang in the sky suddenly came from the front of the trench, which made Big Max’s eardrum hurt. In a moment, someone rolled into the trench with his hands and feet. Big Max saw who else could be there except the Japanese who was born for the war!

Looking at the Japanese lying on the ground and gasping, Big Max could imagine the heroic actions of this guy just now. In addition to admiration and gratitude, he was also curious about what this guy had in his head: treating his subordinates roughly and killing his opponents cruelly. Is this a realistic fighting spirit?

Just as Big Max was full of doubts, the Japanese general officer climbed up with quick movements, slapped the soil, turned around, and then swept his eyes fiercely, squatting or sitting at the bottom of the trench, waved his right hand angrily, and shouted: "What are you waiting for the enemy to come in and kill you? Shoot! Get up and shoot!"

Hearing the order of the battle, Big Max grabbed the gun in a conditioned manner, but he didn't think much about it and stood on the steps. In his sight, there were as many as 20 or 30 enemy chariots that forced the first trench to run over, but the massacre of infantry by the chariots did not take place. The fire-bearing mobilizers flew out from the trenches or other corners one after another, and several chariots had already ignited fires, just like crazy bulls with their tails on fire. Some of the fires were not too big, and the machine guns on the chariots were roaring, while the soldiers wearing round helmets were rushing up from the side and back regardless of their own.

The enemy infantry attacked with the chariots had already rushed to the first trench. Seeing the enemy soldiers wearing gray German helmets still coming in a steady stream, Big Max seemed to be suddenly caught in a demon, not being disturbed by the bullets and shrapnel flying around him. His shoulders were tightly pressed against the stock like a rock, and quickly pulled the bolt, fired, and fired. The figures dozens of meters away suddenly fell backwards. Five bullets were shot, and he squatted down slightly and loaded the bullets quickly. He went back and forth, firing five bullets, and then five more rounds...

I don't know how long it took, Big Max seemed to wake up from his sleep. He was surprised to find that he had fired all the bullets he could find, but he didn't remember how many enemies he had hit. Looking around the front, most of the enemy chariots that rushed into the position had turned into scrap iron. Some had obviously deformed appearances and seemed to be directly blown up by anti-chariot cannons or anti-chariot bazooka; some hatches were wide open, and several corpses were distributed in various strange postures beside the chariot bodies; some turned into burning bonfires...

The sight moved forward, and the scene surprised Max: the first trench was covered with corpses. You should know that before the enemy chariots rushed into the position, there were only large and small craters and mud there!

While both sides had suffered heavy casualties, the enemy's attack continued. On the hillside in front of the first trench, twenty or thirty enemy chariots were still rumbled forward. They were huge in bodies and hard in lines. Their long gun barrels were also equipped with huge retreat devices. The shells and bullets hit the front were not enough to stop their progress. Every anger of the cannon made a deafening sound.

Two hundred meters or three hundred meters, Big Max couldn't tell, and the rifle's ruler was still stuck on the 500 meters scale. He took out the bullet clip from the bullet belt, filled it into the bullet compartment, pulled the trigger, pulled the bolt, reset, pulled the trigger, repeated it, placing all the fear, fear, confusion, etc. in his heart on these bullets and shot it forward...

After a long time, the sound of guns and cannons gradually subsided. Big Max was lying on the edge of the trench in a daze, staring at the front with empty eyes. A line of defense without chariot support, without warplanes or even without heavy artillery support actually withstood a fierce offensive by the enemy. In his sight, there were forty or fifty chariots destroyed and damaged and abandoned. Is it true that the enemy was not as powerful as those Japanese said, the enemy was not as powerful as they imagined. Their soldiers were afraid of war and death. As long as the Scottish army showed fearless fighting spirit, the enemy's offensive would be like a wave meeting the Shanghai embankment. Even if the waves were surging, they would still retreat obediently.

"Did you see it? Well! Did you see it?" the Japanese general war officer shouted in his strangely pronounced English, "Your enemies are just a group of reckless and stupid guys, with no tactical qualities at all! If the Japanese army stationed here, just a counterattack would allow them to retreat to the border. Unfortunately, you are also timid, lacking courage, and lacking confidence. Someone just hid under the soil from beginning to end and shivering. It's shameful, it's shameful!"
Chapter completed!