The locust-like cannon shot over and a wall disappeared.

The guerrillas inside also disappeared!

There was the roar of a tank gun in the distance, although it was only the 75mm gun of a Type IV tank.

But after being equipped with high-explosive bombs, the power is amazing.

For those fire points whose positions are exposed, you can easily shoot them one by one without leaving any survivors.

The old monkey was lying on the ground, breathing heavily.

He knew that with the addition of these Type 1 tanks, there would be no problems with the defense line.

Infantry armed with light weapons is no match for a type of tank.

Unless the opponent's people are close, those close-range anti-tank weapons can be used.

But even if they use very useful rocket launchers, their range is only more than a hundred meters.

This distance is far smaller than the shooting distance of a 25mm rapid-fire gun!

Under the moonlight, no one ran out of the workshop.

The gunfire here gradually became sparse, and the gunfire on the other side became intense again.

I guess it was because Lao Monkey couldn't get a breakthrough here, so he went to another place to hit the wooden clock.

Ding San sent a correspondent to learn about the casualties of each platoon!

The fierce mortar fire caused huge casualties to the Ming army.

Each platoon suffered almost 30% casualties, and all four machine guns and machine gunners were killed.

This is one of the most important firepower outputs in the entire company!

Now, it's all gone.

After talking to the old monkey, the old monkey's heart was bleeding.

Machine guns are actually nothing. After being blown up and reported as battle damage, new ones will be issued soon.

The most important thing is the machine gunner!

An experienced machine gunner is not so easy to train.

That can only be fed after enough bullets are fed on weekdays.

Everyone must break at least three or five gun barrels before they can barely master it.

Now..., it's all gone overnight.

..., it’s only the middle of the fucking night.

But there is also good news, because the configuration is relatively far back, and bunkers have been dug.

There is nothing wrong with the mortar position, but in the face of this kind of offensive battle hiding in a solid building, the role of mortars is really limited.

After rearranging the firepower, Old Monkey found another foxhole and lay down in it.

That foxhole just now is in serious danger!

The steel plant occupies a large area, and the guerrillas who were surrounded inside were bumping around like headless chickens.

However, Lao Monkey only experienced a few very small attacks here.

The old monkey felt that these people came to him simply because they went to the wrong place in the dark.

There is no need to use a type of tank to attack,

Old Monkey's men used Aka rifles to kill them.

"I knew that guy wanted to use us as cannon fodder." Lying in the foxhole, the old monkey looked at the stars in the sky.

The weather is very good today, it can be said that the moon and stars are sparse.

The stars in the sky could be seen clearly, and the old monkey felt that he had not seen the stars like this for a long time.

"Who knew these fucking guerrillas could be so capable of fighting?

I think this kind of guerrilla army is more difficult to deal with than the regular Hebrew army."

Ding San was holding a sniper rifle and squatting in the trench without showing his head.

Now they don't wear helmets anymore. They haven't noticed that they reflect light at night before. They suffered a big loss this time. How dare they continue to make mistakes?

"Are you okay? You won't die tomorrow morning." Ding San was very worried about the old monkey's current condition.

This guy's eyes were staring straight at the sky. If he hadn't been breathing evenly, Ding San would have thought he was dead.

"If I die, you will be the company commander tomorrow. Isn't that good? I've been promoted!"

"Go away, you are really fine. I think you are seriously injured."

"It's nothing serious, just a bit shaken by a mortar.

I am still a little deaf now, and I always feel like mosquitoes are buzzing near my ears.

The voice you speak is very small to my ears.

But I feel like this is good, at least I'm alive now.

Damn it, when I was hit by the shell, I really thought I was going to die this time." The old monkey closed his eyes and looked very peaceful.

"A good man does not pay with his life, but a scourge like you can live for a thousand years."

Ding San picked up the telescope and looked into the distance.

"You said how could there be such powerful guerrillas, and they actually have so many mortars.

And these people still appear behind the battle lines, what on earth is going on?

That Nian Gengyao said there were more than 2,000 people here, how did they get around from the front line?"

"Who the hell knows? Anyway, these people won't be able to escape this time."

Ding San could see clearly through the telescope, and the sound of gunfire gradually became sparse on the positions on both sides of him.

This shows that the besieged guerrillas are gradually losing their ability to attack.

And the most important thing is that I haven't heard the sound of mortars for a long time.

It is estimated that they have either run out of artillery shells, or they have limited stocks and are reluctant to shoot them.

"Actually, it's a good thing that we have more casualties tonight." The old monkey suddenly opened his eyes again and looked at Ding San with a sly smile.

"Is it a good thing?" This time, Ding San felt that the old monkey was really seriously ill and needed to be sent to a military doctor quickly.

"Then Yue Zhongqi said that the deepest part of this place has six underground floors.

In other words, they have to fight them in a maze-like underground tunnel.

Everyone is fighting in the dark underground, but they have been here for several months.

The terrain is much more familiar to us!

If we really get into a fight, if we don't get it right, we'll end up making dumplings all over the place.

Now the casualties are heavy and all the machine guns have been lost, so there is no need to go down and fight."

"Don't tell me, it's really what you said." Ding San felt that what the old monkey said was very reasonable.

There were heavy casualties tonight, so tomorrow we don't have to go down to the maze-like underground building and fight them to the death.

In this way, the heavy casualties are good news.

After all, none of us have any experience fighting in underground tunnels.

Amidst the continuous sound of gunfire, it began to dawn.

As the sky grew brighter, the sound of gunfire gradually became sparse, and finally there was no sound of gunfire at all.

The guerrillas saw that they really couldn't defeat them, so they had no choice but to hide back in the maze-like underground castle.

The truck came and the cooking team brought down breakfast.

In this kind of battlefield environment, the cooking team is always surprisingly repetitive from eating.

It's either flatbread, pickles, luncheon meat, or the same big meat buns and rice porridge.

It's still like this today. After the steamer is opened, the steaming white and fat meat buns exude an alluring aroma.

Pairs of dirty thugs grabbed the buns and stuffed them into the inside.

Small rice bowls were distributed to the soldiers one by one. The big guys were eating steamed buns and slurping rice porridge.

After fighting all night, everyone was hungry, and everyone ate deliciously.

The old monkey rested for half the night, and half of his lost soul seemed to have returned to his body with the sunshine.

I took a big bite of the steamed bun, and then drank a bowl of rice porridge, feeling comfortable all over.

The sound of gunfire stopped completely, and the huge factory area inside the encirclement was deathly silent.

No one dared to go inside the steel factory. God knows how many gunmen were hiding in those dilapidated buildings.
To be continued...