The gods and Buddhas in the sky seemed to hear Scar's prayer. When Scar felt like his brain was about to be shaken out, the bombardment finally stopped.

Inside the bunker, the earthy smell and the sour smell mixed into a new smell, which was as unpleasant as possible.

"Get out, get out quickly." Scar shouted desperately.

The height of Baozi Mountain is only 150 to 60 meters. If you are in good health, it will only take a few minutes to run up the mountain.

The pungent smell of gunpowder smoke was everywhere in the trenches, and Indians in shit-yellow military uniforms could be seen charging. These guys had turbans on their heads, like huge sheep whips.

A large group of Indian soldiers at the foot of the mountain raised their guns and fired at the Ming army on the mountain.

Scar rushed towards the mortar position as if he had been hit by an arrow in the butt. One of the three mortar positions was destroyed. Five mortars were blown up. Hopefully the place where the ammunition was stored was not blown up by the rockets, otherwise Scar would have

There was not even a trace of counterattack artillery fire left.

"Hit the bastard who fired a gun at the foot of the mountain hard." Scar is now glad that it was the Indian soldiers who launched the attack today, not the extremely tough Gurkhas.

Before the Ming army's mortars could be fired, Indian mortars had already begun bombarding the Ming army's positions. As a last resort, Scar could only change his order and give priority to the enemy's mortars. At this time, he was condescending and had the advantage of vision.

It appears.

The Ming army had an unobstructed view of the Indian mortar positions, but the Indians had no way of seeing the Ming army's mortar positions on the reverse slope of the mountain top.

The sound of gunfire was loud, bullets were flying in the sky, and from time to time, someone was shot and fell to the ground wailing. The soldiers of the two ethnic groups were madly pouring steel at each other. Various sounds were heard on the position.

The sound of curses and the voice of mother-in-law could not be heard.

The Indians went crazy this time. The leading officer threw his hat on the ground. Any soldier who had thrown away his hat would shoot him down with a raised hand.

Under the heavy pressure, the Indians ran forward like crazy. The people in front were hit by bullets, and the people behind them quickly filled in.

A group of guys wearing black turbans suddenly appeared in front of a row of positions. The leader's heart sank: "Fix bayonets, Gurkha soldiers."

Just after lunch, Scar ran to the second and third companies as the reserve team.

"You two companies have worked together to bring out a hundred men. One company's flank position has been lost. Someone needs to get it back." Scar just said a short sentence, and then drank the water from the teapot.

The two companies together have about 300 people, which means that one of the three people will be selected. When the roll call was called, everyone was beating drums in their hearts!

Scar looked at the familiar faces and took the lead to kneel in the direction of Daming. He drank up the wine bowl in his hand and slammed the bowl on the ground.

"Brothers, the Indians tore a hole in the company's position. We are going to fill the hole. No other nonsense. Brothers, just do what I want you to do. If you have eggs, just give them to me.

All death-defying!."

Scar paused for a moment, with a livid face, and his eyes swept across the hundreds of kneeling men like knives.

"If you want to leave now, you can leave with your feet. You are afraid of death. There is no shame. If you don't want to be a coward, just follow me. Let those Gurkhas see, we Ming Dynasty men

How did you kill them? When we get to the place, don't be so damned. If anyone is lying on the ground to hide from the bullets, I will give him a big scar."

The men who were kneeling on the ground had serious expressions on their faces, and no one left. There was only the sound of the bowl of Zhuangxing wine being thrown to the ground after drinking it.

"Brothers, do you want to show your face to your parents?"

"think!"

A shout shook the heavens and the earth!

Aka 47 rifle, four magazines and five grenades per person. The oil-sealed box was opened, and there were all boxes of cannons inside. Each person was given one, and took three magazines. I got a hundred and ten from the Japanese.

A samurai sword, one for each person.

The Baozishan position was so important that Li Hu used all the firepower he could. Even the Zhiyuan ship, which stayed at sea to ensure artillery support, used its artillery fire.

The surface position of Baozi Mountain that had just been occupied by the Gurkhas immediately burst into flames.

Dao Baoping held the rifle, his bright bayonet dazzled by the sunlight. He took the lead and rushed towards Baozi Mountain, shouting without looking back: "The Liao army is mighty, the Ming Dynasty is mighty! Destroy the Gouri!"

"The Liao army is mighty! The Ming Dynasty is mighty!" Hundreds of men shouted in unison, baring their white teeth.

The artillery fire lasted for more than ten minutes. It was not that I didn't want to continue to hit, but if it continued to hit, even Scar would be hit inside.

Scar was leading a whole group of men and cats in the ravine. Hearing the sound of cannons stop, he waved his hand and a hundred men silently covered them up.

At this time, they were only a few dozen meters away from the Gurkha position, and the Gurkha soldiers on the opposite side also recovered from their confusion. A volley of guns came over with a "crackling" sound, and a row of bullets almost grazed the scars.

Hit on the head.

Damn it, there's even a repeating gun.

At this moment, Scar didn't care so much. He picked up the gun, put the crosshair on a guy wielding a Gurkha scimitar, and fired.

"Fuck!" A shot at such a close range actually missed. The bayonet was attached but the shot couldn't be accurate.

The crosshair was lowered a little, and another shot was fired. The guy who was wielding the Gurkha scimitar turned over and disappeared. Almost at the same time, a bullet whistled and grazed Scar's shoulder.

Into the soil beneath my feet.

Scar was shocked, rolled on the spot, and hid behind a big rock. He threw a grenade with a flick of his hand, and with the smoke of the grenade exploding, Scar rolled over and came out from the other side.

His subordinates were suppressed at the foot of a small slope, and he was anxious to death. He kicked a guy who was lying on the ground with his head in his hands, "You should have fired a fucking gun!"

Only then did the soldier react, pointing his gun at the other side and firing randomly.

"Come here!" Scar saw a veteran and grabbed him.

"You! Take these people around and see if you can see it. It's right there at the tree. Shoot from the side at the stupid guy!"

"Promise!" Zhang San knew it was not a good job, but he still agreed. Taking the soldiers that Scar pointed out to him, he ran to where Scar said.

The bullets flew past behind him like a life-threatening Wuchang, and Zhang San's mind went blank. He dragged a young private, and "bang" sounded like thunder near his ears. From the sound, he knew it was a mortar.

Zhang San couldn't care about anything, his steps were messy as if he had drunk two kilograms of Laolongkou, running around in a Z-shaped pattern on the ground. The bullet hit his feet, and he picked up lumps of soil.

His hand sank, and he turned around to see a piece of shrapnel nailed to the soldier's temple. The hot shrapnel "sizzled" and smoked on the flesh. He quickly let go of his hand. This man must be dead. Who could be saved at this time?

He even bothered to drag the body.

Whether he had the brain to survive until tomorrow was still a question. He reached out to grab the soldier's ammunition and hung it on his body, and continued running to the place designated by Scar.

After such a delay, several other soldiers had already rushed to the place, but Zhang San was a step slower. Zhang San gasped and shouted: "Brothers, do you recognize the officers? They just have cap badges on their heads.

Yes, greet me hard."

"knew!"

Zhang San felt that his lungs were wheezing as if they were blowing bellows, as if they were about to burst. His eyes were starry and his hands were shaking. He fired more than a dozen times in a row, but not even a hair was caught.

I cursed in my heart, took a few deep breaths, and adjusted myself. Put the crosshair on a guy with two cap badges on his head, it's you!

With a single shot, the guy wearing the two cap badges fell backwards with a ball of blood bursting from his chest.

As soon as they opened fire here, some of the Gurkhas' firepower was immediately attracted. Scar's eyes were anxious, but his mind was not confused. He shuttled through the hail of bullets like a madman, pulling the scared people up from the ground, shouting

Everyone charged forward.

A soldier named Li Si from the third company had a big gash in his back from a bullet, and his camouflage uniform was soaked with blood. He threw the soldier in his hand, holding a box of cannon in one hand, and a bundle of grenades in a shoulder bag.

Twenty bullets from the box cannon were fired out like water. The man was only two or three meters away from the Gurkha trench. He opened the tab of the grenade with his mouth and "boom", Li Si and three Gurkha soldiers were killed.

Swallowed by smoke.

Scar and his men rushed closer and closer, and people behind him kept being knocked down. Seeing his brother being knocked down, Scar's eyes turned red, and the Aka 47 rifle was set to burst. The magazine in his hand

After several bursts of light, he threw away the rifle and pulled out the cannon from the box, threw a grenade into the trench, and jumped into the trench with blood-red eyes.

A Gurkha brandished a machete and howled like a beast. Scar nailed his chest with two "snap" and "snap" shots. While the guy was losing strength, the samurai sword pointed at his neck.

The bearded Gurkha had a thick neck, and the sharp samurai sword did not cut off his head. The bearded Gurkha tilted his head, and blood spurted out from his neck more than a foot high.

Suddenly a Gurkha soldier appeared above the trench. He didn't know why he didn't have a weapon in his hand. He threw Scar down with a flying jump, held Scar's neck with one hand, and pulled the dagger from his waist with the other hand.

Scar saw that this guy was wearing two cap badges and knew that he was an official.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to bring his thumb to his mouth, he bit the guy's thumb and bit it hard with his white teeth. A crisp sound was clearly heard in his ears, and the Gurkha howled and retracted his hand.

"Pah, pah, pah...!" The box cannon in Scar's hand shot at the guy's chest continuously. The bullets almost shattered the sternum, and blood spurted out on his face.

The Gurkha fell on top of Scar. This guy was so strong, and it took a lot of strength for Scar to push him away.

He changed a box of ammunition clips, opened the nose of the machine and shot the guy in the face again.

By this time, dozens of men had rushed up to the position, and the sound of gunfire was loud. But most of it was the sound of box artillery. The Aka rifle was really not suitable for hand-to-hand combat in the trenches.

The Gurkhas wielding the Gurkha scimitar suffered greatly from the powerful nine-millimeter bullet with a capacity of twenty rounds from the box gun.

Carrying the katana, Scar has already emptied two magazines. The last magazine in his hand is the last one. They say that the katana is a close combat weapon. That's fucking nonsense, box guns are.

Strong Gurkha soldiers, no matter how much life you have, two bullets will kill you. Especially the powerful 9mm pistol bullet, as long as one bullet hits the chest, this person will basically be disabled.

Guys who can still keep fighting after being shot several times only exist in legends.

Soon there were explosions one after another on the battlefield. Seeing that the scimitar was no match for the Ming army, the Gurkha soldiers simply acted rogue. As soon as they saw the Ming army, they immediately grabbed the grenade and either rushed towards it or threw away their hands.

If you throw it over, you won't care if it's too close and it will blow up.

The battlefield was in a mess, and Scar found that he had no grenades on him, so he had to look for them on the corpses of the Gurkhas. He quickly found three grenades, "It's pretty fucking wide." Scar muttered, and put the grenades on him.

Hide the grenade.

When we reached the corner of the fortification, someone threw a grenade before going out.

After the huge explosion, I rushed in under the smoke. You can see soldiers covered in blood squirming on the ground. They took a samurai sword and slashed their necks. The people on the ground soon stopped moving.
To be continued...