The artillery shells pounded down like hail, but fortunately there were anti-cannon holes left by the British.

The squad and platoon leaders grabbed their own soldiers and ordered them to crawl into the artillery holes.

After the renovation center was reorganized, especially after the old guy Geng Zhongming became the director, many veterans were sent back from the front to serve as platoon leaders.

The training level of the new recruits has improved dramatically.

Along with the increase, the training casualty ratio of new recruits increased.

Someone told Geng Zhongming that he was too cruel to the recruits.

As a result, the report was sent to Li Xiao, who only wrote one line.

One pound of sweat is equal to ten pounds of blood!

From then on, no one dared to question Geng Zhongming's training methods.

When conducting artillery avoidance training in Xi'an, live ammunition was also used.

What bastard dug a bombproof hole that was not up to standard? If you are unlucky, you will basically have no chance to come to Russia and you will die in Xi'an.

The shelling was over, and the position was quiet. No one got out of the shell hole, and they were all waiting for the commander's order.

"Soldiers on alert!" a voice rang.

Soon the leading soldiers emerged from the anti-gun holes and lay on the ground to observe.

It was dawn, but the sun had not yet come out, and there was no shadow of the enemy troops on the snow.

"Avoid the artillery!" The guard who heard the whistle of the artillery shell ducked back into the anti-artillery hole like a rabbit.

Soon, the second wave of artillery fire fell again.

Now the coalition forces have also learned wisely. During the confrontation with the Ming Dynasty, their artillery tactics have been continuously upgraded.

As of today, I have learned how to attack with real and fake artillery fire.

However, the Ming army was not stupid, especially the Mongolian battalions, which were used to fighting on the front lines, and were on guard against this move.

After the first round of artillery fire, the top soldiers would be sent out to take a look.

If the enemy attacks, he will howl loudly. If he doesn't attack, then I'm sorry, I'll stay in the bombhole and won't get out.

The British artillery was very strange. The infantry did not attack along with the artillery fire.

They fired shots as if it was a pure demonstration or a warning.

I also have guns, so don't be arrogant.

I fired two rounds and then there was no movement.

Bayan is a little confused as to whether you are in trouble or not.

If that's the case, just send infantry here to do it.

If it's not straightened out, I'll have to seize the time to repair the fortifications.

Soon, the guard ran out again.

Mosquito coils were visible in the telescope, but a British soldier didn't see them.

In the end, Bayan thought that maybe the British shells were burning too much.

As a result, the Mongolian men were forced out again and continued to use the engineer shovel and pickaxe to start digging trenches.

After the sun came up, the situation became even more bizarre.

Hundreds of daring Ming troops penetrated into key points six kilometers deep into the British army's hinterland to repair fortifications, sweating profusely.

But the British army acted as if they didn't see it and did whatever they should.

There was even a transport team strutting along the road.

Even Bayan was a little confused at how much the British felt.

If something like this happened to the Ming army, they would have to mobilize their troops before dawn to recapture the lost positions.

"Go ahead and give me the British transport team."

Bayan pointed at the transport team consisting of more than twenty carriages!

"Boss, it's better to say goodbye.

There are tens of thousands of British people around. We got into their belly and attacked their transport team.

Are you trying to provoke the British to attack us?"

Hugjirel was extremely opposed to Bayan’s order to commit suicide!

"No, it's too quiet. I don't know what the British are doing!"

Besides, if there is delicious food in those big cars, we brothers will also bring it back and drive around.

Try the British stuff and see what it tastes like."

“Boss, can the food made by the British be eaten?

The cans seized last time, you said they were just a piece of shit."

Hugjiril heard the British cans seized last time, and his stomach began to churn.

I don’t know what the smell of that can is, but it stinks right after I open it. It also has a strong fishy smell!

There were hundreds of good men in the whole camp, but no one had the courage to try to eat the canned food.

Reluctantly, I threw the can to the dogs in the camp, but the dogs didn't even eat it.

Not only did they not eat it, they even dug a hole to bury it.

From then on, the British cans had a nickname in the Mongolian camp, Goubuli!

"What nonsense!

You can do whatever you are asked to do. You are the battalion commander, why the hell am I the battalion commander?

Hurry up and kill that transport team for me. Get everything on the car back for me."

"promise!"

Hearing what Bayan said, Hugjirel did not dare to speak back, and called on his brothers in the company to rush forward.

Bayan didn't look carefully inside the telescope either.

To be precise, these are a group of black soldiers.

In the British army, black soldiers were considered inferior.

They can only be responsible for logistics and transportation, as well as other tasks such as guarding warehouses.

Hugjirel and his men rushed forward, and the MG34 machine gun swept across them.

The black soldiers immediately abandoned their carriages and fled.

Their escape speed was much faster than the Ming army's charge.

So when the Ming army rushed to the cart, the black soldiers had already ran out a mile away.

"Damn it, these guys are rabbits, they run so fast." Bayan panted, looking at the quickly disappearing figures.

There were guns discarded everywhere on the ground. After checking the cart, I found that it was filled with food.

There is that kind of hard bread and canned food called Goubuli by the Mongolian camp.

"Company Commander, there is still one person who has not escaped." A soldier pulled out a dark guy from under the carriage.

Hugjiril walked over and took a look, and found that this guy didn't want to run, but had an injured leg.

Standing there like a red-crowned crane, posing like a golden rooster!

"Take him back!" Hugjiril had no choice but to take the person back to get things done. It's always good to have someone alive.

I just don’t know if this guy can understand human speech.

The British are indeed very strange. They were put in a transport team and acted like nothing happened.

This made Bayan even more curious. What on earth were the British doing?

The most elusive thing is that not only the British did not move, but there was also no movement from the Ming Dynasty.

No one launched an attack on the front line, and no follow-up troops penetrated.

The regiment seemed to have forgotten that there was another battalion that had burrowed into the belly of the British army.

Then, one afternoon.

The Ming army was sleeping and basking in the sun in the trenches. It didn't look like they were on the front line, but more like they were at home.

I wanted to continue repairing the fortifications, but after a round of inspection, I felt that there was no need for further repairs.

There is no reinforced concrete anyway, so digging as much soil as possible is the only virtue.

Wait from day to night until the moon rises.

The Mongolian camp was still ignored and ignored, the British army ignored it, and the Ming Dynasty did not organize follow-up troops.

Bayan still couldn't get in touch with the regiment, so he could only wait in the camp.

"Everyone, cheer up. Maybe the British will take advantage of the chaos to take back the position tonight." Bayan stared at his eyes and wandered around in front of each company's position.

"The troops all sleep in shifts, and everyone is in the bomb shelter.

When it got dark in the evening, we sent people forward 800 meters away to lay anti-infantry mines."

The platoon leader was a veteran who had only joined the army three months ago. With the high casualty rate, anyone who survived a battle could basically become an officer.

"Um!

Lafa mines must be laid in front of the position."

Bayan is still worried!
To be continued...