Cao Bianjiao held a rifle in his hand and swung away the Mongolian soldier's bayonet. He arched his front legs, straightened his hind legs, and stabbed the bayonet into the Mongolian's chest with a thrust. The Mongolians were considered tough, and even though they were in pain, they still managed to

He lowered his body and hugged Cao Cao's spear tightly with both hands.

In the chaos, the Mongolian soldiers from behind had already rushed up with guns in hand. Seeing that the bayonet was about to hit him, Cao Bianjiao was so frightened that he quickly let go, pulled out his revolver and shot the Mongolian soldier.

The shot hit his eye, and the Mongolian soldier howled miserably.

Cao Bianjiao didn't bother to draw his gun and fired continuously with his revolver. Six bullets killed six Mongolian soldiers, each shot hitting the head.

Everyone in the guard company is equipped with a revolver, which is a great advantage in hand-to-hand combat. Several Mongolian soldiers saw that the situation was not going well and did not even have time to pull grenades. The gunshots of the revolvers sounded like exploding beans, and soon the crowd was full.

The yard was filled with Mongolian corpses. After a cursory inspection, there were almost a hundred or so.

"Hold here! Pile the corpses as a bunker." Cao Bianjiao knew that using corpses as a bunker would not stop bullets. But he still gave the order. Corpses are the best psychological warfare weapons. At this time, he did not care about any means.

It depends on the means. After this battle is over, we will have to wait and see if we can survive.

"No!" the guard company commander quickly arranged.

"How many casualties?"

"More than 20 people were seriously injured, and nine died. There were more than 40 people with minor injuries! Mongolians rushed out with grenades."

"What a bastard!"
Chapter completed!