The distance between the two sides was at most two meters, so it was difficult to miss.

The nine-millimeter bullet drilled into the Frenchman's chest!

The French soldier howled and fell to the ground. Although he had not yet expired, he was completely exhausted and incapable of fighting.

Bayan ignored this bastard and ran around the position with his revolver.

When you see a French soldier throw away his hand, you shoot him!

Because everyone was equipped with a pistol, the Ming army took a big advantage in close combat.

Although this thing can't hit far, it's still not a problem to kill people at a distance of three to five to seven meters.

Although the French are fierce, they cannot withstand the power of nine-millimeter pistol bullets.

The people who rushed up were killed and more than half injured before they even got close to the Ming soldiers.

Another French soldier rushed over and stabbed Bayan in the chest with his bayonet-mounted rifle without saying a word.

Bayan pulled the trigger, but there was a "click" sound.

This sound made Bayan fly out of his mind and he was out of bullets!

Just when the bayonet was less than two feet away from his chest, "Bang..." the French soldier's head exploded like a watermelon.

Hugjirel was standing five or six meters away with a box cannon in his hand, and the barrel of the box cannon was still smoking.

"Company commander, here you go!" Hugjiril waved his hand and threw his revolver over.

"You bastard, hit me in the chest at this close next time. If you don't hit me with your bad shooting skills, I'll die."

As he spoke, his hands were not slow at all.

He took Hugjiril's revolver and shot the French soldier in the neck.

This guy's blood spurted out more than two feet and he fell to the ground all of a sudden.

"Company Commander...!"

When Bayan heard the sound, he turned around and saw soldiers from his own company knocking a French soldier who wanted to attack him into the trench.

"Boom!" There was an explosion, and a broken arm flew up.

"Fat man...!"

The brief hand-to-hand combat lasted only five or six minutes, but was extremely brutal.

There were corpses everywhere on the battlefield, some of them were Ming soldiers, but most of them were French.

As the Ming soldiers walked, they picked up the Aka rifle they had just thrown away and changed the magazine.

Then start filling up the guns for the French!

A dozen or twenty meters away, a shot to the head.

There are also shots on the body, but that would require two more shots.

There was no request from above to take prisoners, and the soldiers in the company had no intention of taking prisoners.

These French people are very fierce, and many of them who are injured and unable to move will lie on the ground and pretend to be dead.

Either slow down and fire a black gun, or wait for the Ming army to get close, pull a grenade and die together with the Ming army.

After several losses, everyone has the habit of refilling their guns.

The Frenchmen who had replenished their guns were ignored, and everyone retreated into the trenches to take a breather.

It is very rare to take a breather between battles. At this time, someone took the time to load bullets into the magazine.

Some people used their hands full of blood to take out the big cakes in their chests and gnaw them.

Others were holding military kettles and filling their stomachs with cold water.

Bayan retreated into the trench, took off his helmet and lit a cigarette with trembling hands.

There was an inch-long gash on the helmet, and the green patent leather was gone, leaving only white steel stubble.

When I touched it, it was quite scratchy.

The innermost strip has been scraped through, revealing the extremely dirty padding inside.

"Fuck you!" Bayan cursed after taking a puff of cigarette.

Hugjirel came over and handed Bayan an open can of beef.

"The old bear is dead!" Hugjiril said in a confused manner.

He didn't reach out to catch the can, he just leaned against the trench and smoked.

Lao Xiong was the brother who had just knocked the French soldiers into the trench. He was as strong as a bear, so everyone called him Lao Xiong.

"How many died!" Bayan puffed out a long puff of smoke and became a little distracted.

Running out of Kharkov, there were constant additions and deaths along the way.

The people in the company changed several times, and Bayan couldn't even name some of them.

"Eight, seven injured.

There were forty-nine before the fight started, and now there are still... thirty-four in total. Among the injured, two are slightly injured and can survive, so if we include them all, the number is thirty-six."

Hugjirel counted on his fingers.

"There were one hundred and sixteen men, and now there are only thirty-six left? Did you count correctly?"

Bayan finally recovered, threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, and picked up the can of beef.

He glanced at the French soldier next to him whose head was smashed, and turned his face to the other side to eat the can.

There's nothing I can do about it, what's exposed on his head is very similar to the color of canned beef.

"Company commander, you don't lead people like this. I am the one who counts the sheep in my family. My father, like you, doesn't know how to count!"

Hugjirel retorted angrily.

"Get out!" He cursed and continued to eat the canned food.

"Company commander, why haven't reinforcements come from above? I'm not talking about fighting here for two days. Today is the third day."

"I'll let you fight for a few days, but you can't withdraw without an order. You know what a fool!

Let the brothers seize the time to repair, and the mortar and grenade launchers, and the machine gunners to replenish ammunition.

Damn it, maybe this French soldier...!"

Before he finished speaking, Bayan threw away the can in his hand and pulled Hug Jirile into the shell-proof cave!

The shells exploded in the head one after another, making the person's chest so tight that he couldn't breathe.

"Damn it!" Bayan cursed.

When the bombardment ended this time, Bayan Meng discovered that the French had rushed to the front of the position 500 meters away!

And this time, there were obviously more people charging than the last time.

Before the Ming army could counterattack, mortar shells hit the position like raindrops.

The Ming army, which had just emerged from the artillery hole, was so suppressed that they could hardly lift their heads, let alone fight back.

The Ming army's machine gun had just fired twice before it was covered by more than a dozen mortar shells.

Seeing the large group of French people rushing up, Bayan thought to himself that something was wrong.

"Company commander, reinforcements are coming!" When the big guy was lying in the trench unable to raise his head, someone shouted.

Bayan got up and looked out from the trench...!

Reinforcements...!
Chapter completed!