These French troops had excellent tactical literacy. They were not like the Italians who ran forward with guns in hand and could not even turn a corner.

The French soldiers carried their rifles in their hands, and none of them had bayonets attached.

They hunched over and tried to minimize their body targets.

Run forward a few steps and lie down on the ground.

Either lie down under a ridge, or find a rock as a cover.

If there is really nothing left, I know how to lie down in the pile of corpses.

Many times it is actually difficult to tell whether the person lying on the ground is a living person or a corpse.

It was very close, only five or six hundred meters away.

At this distance, you can't let howitzers attack. After all, if you don't manage this distance well, your own position will also be blown up.

The artillery guys are not very accurate. If the secret position is adjusted just a little wrong, such a tragedy may happen.

"Grenade, let me hit it."

Bayan desperately summoned his men to smash the grenade!

A skilled shooter's accuracy at a distance of five to six hundred meters is still amazing.

Almost every grenade explosion on the skirmisher line brought a French soldier to meet their God.

These French soldiers are very clever, their skirmish lines are spread far apart, and usually the explosion can only kill one person.

If it happened to kill two of them at once, that was really luck.

"Brothers, don't be afraid, the French can't defeat us. The Ming Dynasty will win!"

This is the idiot sent down from above yesterday. Everyone calls him Platoon Leader Zheng.

The deputy company commander was killed in action. This guy just appointed a deputy company commander, so he may not be too excited yet.

He leaned half out of the trench, holding a box cannon in his hand and shouting loudly.

Bayan wanted to remind this silly guy that his body was leaning out too much.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw a large cloud of soil flying in front of him.

Then, half of this guy disappeared.

Half of my stomach and a lot of intestines were bleeding, and the legs in my lower body were twitching and shaking.

It's over!

Another deputy company commander was killed. From the day before yesterday to now, there have been three deputy company commanders.

Hugjirel ran over excitedly and pulled out a human hand from the soil, holding a box cannon on it.

"Company commander, look, I made a box cannon." Hugjiril didn't like this deputy company commander named Zheng at all.

Because several times during the battle, he pushed Hugjiril forward and shrank behind him.

Hugjiril wanted to tell this stupid guy that when the bullets hit him, his thin little body couldn't stop the bullets at all.

If the bullets that came out of his own body were inserted into his body, he would only become more miserable.

This is what the military doctor with the long beard said last time!

And when he first came to the battlefield, this guy said he wanted to be the company commander.

"Go away!" Bayan cursed.

The enemy troops only rushed to a distance of 300 meters after paying a heavy price.

At this time, their grenade launchers and light machine guns also began to fire.

The light machine gun fired three bursts one after another, firing steadily and accurately.

After two bursts of fire, the body rolled to the side, leaving the grenade useless!

The flying frozen soil hit Bayan's face with burning pain, but Bayan was still very happy.

This place is full of frozen soil. If it were a rock, it would ricochet, and you might die now.

The Mongolian camp also started to cheer and shouted fiercely at the French on the opposite side.

At this time, the French who were approaching had already begun to shoot at the Ming army with rifles.

The two sides were separated by more than 300 meters, and bullets were flying in the sky, but few of them actually hit anyone.

At this distance, most people shoot just to be brave. Few people have the ability to hit someone at this distance.

Hugjiril is different. Yesterday the sniper sent from the division was killed by shrapnel.

So, the sniper rifle came into his hands.

No one teaches him, but this kid is smart. He knows how to aim with the telescope on the gun, and he can hit it as long as he aims correctly.

But he didn't know how to adjust the magnification. Anyway, there were no snipers on the position.

Moreover, no one in the company wants to use that thing that requires pulling the bolt once to fire a round. They despise the effort!

Huugjirel used the telescope on the barrel of his gun to cover a French soldier.

This guy is wearing a blue hat, a red top, and white pants.

I really hate these bastards wearing fancy clothes, they are not women, so why are they wearing red clothes?

What's even more annoying is that the buttons on these guys' chests are all shiny.

The veterans lied to him, saying that the shining buttons were gold.

In the end, Hugjiril believed it, and during a break in the battle, he crawled over and wrenched two buttons from the corpse.

I didn't even care twice when I took it back, and it broke into pieces as soon as I broke it with my hands.

Bayan took one look and knew that the child had been deceived.

If something made of tin has been frozen for such a long time, of course it will break if you apply some force.

Poor kid, so honest!

I was thinking about what the instructor said during the training in Xi'an, aiming intentionally and shooting unintentionally. My finger slowly and slowly applied force on the trigger.

"Bang!" The bullet was fired.

In the telescope on the barrel of the gun, you can clearly see a cloud of blood mist exploding from this guy's chest.

This shot was more than 300 meters away. It was the first time Hugjirel shot someone at this distance and he almost jumped up with excitement.

These French soldiers were shooting and crawling, and the distance was getting closer and closer. Soon, they reached the distance where grenades could be thrown.

The battle suddenly became cruel, with both sides throwing black iron lumps here and there like monkeys.

Explosions came one after another, and shrapnel flew everywhere like raindrops.

"when……!"

A shrapnel flew from the helmet, hit it, opened a hole in the helmet and flew out.

For a moment, a chill ran down Bayan's spine.

Without the helmet, this thing is fucked.

The Aka rifle in his hand did not stop, "ta da da", "ta da da", "ta da da"...!

Three bursts of fire one after another.

The targets of the French soldiers were too conspicuous. In the wilderness, they were either gray or yellow, and there were black soil turned up by cannonballs.

He was running around in red clothes and white pants, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Ming Jun’s clothes are much better!

Winter combat camouflage has khaki and black stripes on the body, and sometimes gray and gray colors.

The various colors blend together softly and look inconspicuous at all.

The French soldiers charging this time had almost a reinforced company, at least 1,560 men.

Almost half of it was lost along the way, but the remaining half was almost twenty or thirty meters away.

These French soldiers were quite fierce. They all threw a round of grenades, stood up, and began to charge with shouts of "ooh" and "ooh".

While charging, he hung the bayonet on his gun.

If it were yesterday, they wouldn't be able to rush to the position.

But today, Bayan only has more than 40 men left. The casualties have reached 60%!

"Brothers, push the French down." Bayan howled, adjusting the Aka rifle in his hand to burst.

There was a burst of fighting against the rushing French soldiers!

After knocking down two French soldiers, the French soldiers behind them had already rushed forward. The bayonets glowing with cold light stabbed straight into their chests!

Without thinking, Bayan threw the Aka rifle that was out of bullets.

Taking advantage of the Frenchman's evasion, he pulled out the revolver from his waist and shot the French soldier twice with "bang" and "bang"!
To be continued...