Steel tracks rolled over the ruins, and the machine guns above continued to spit out tongues of fire.

Maxim fired at the howling steel monster, and the powerful bullets only left a series of sparks on the solid steel plate.

Those giant steel beasts continued to slowly approach the Chechen positions as if nothing was wrong.

The small turret on the roof of the car fired a large stream of shells at Maxim.

The shells from the 25mm rapid-fire cannon directly shattered the gun shield in front of the Maxim heavy machine gun.

Then he tore the shooter behind him into pieces together with the machine gun.

Without the threat of machine guns, the 25mm rapid-fire cannon began to be designed with a roll call system. Anyone who dared to stick their head out and fire a gun would be taken care of by roll call.

People die in groups!

The second line of defense, which had held firm for ten days, collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's not that the Chechens are not resolute in fighting, but... there is really no way to defend.

I can’t do it with my strength!

When it got dark, all the Ming Dynasty's attacks stopped.

The iron cars were withdrawn, and the men with pig mouths were also gone.

What puzzles the Chechens the most is that many places originally occupied by the Ming army were also abandoned by the Ming army.

Against the Chechens, whose position is constantly being compressed, position is life.

Some Chechens tentatively returned to their positions and found that the Ming army had really withdrawn. Except for the bullet casings on the ground, they had not taken them away. The withdrawal was so clean.

The Ming army seemed to be destroying Grozny with hatred. They went even further than the Russians!

All the houses, or things that looked like houses, including the cowsheds and stables, were all knocked down by the iron carts.

If you can't push it down, it will be blown down!

The wells were directly filled with gravel and rubble. I really don’t understand how they would have the heart to do such a thing in the midst of a fierce battle.

Could it be that they don’t drink water?

The Russian army attacked for ten days, and there were still many standing houses in the occupied areas of the city.

However, the Ming Dynasty's attack lasted only one day, and all the houses in the areas occupied by the coalition forces were turned into rubble.

From inside the dark tunnel, there was a sound of heavy breathing.

Criglio hated drilling in tunnels. Every time he crawled underground, he felt as if he was going to die.

The surrounding earth and stone walls seemed to collapse at any time, swallowing him directly.

"puff……!"

"Fuck, Crillio, you fucking fart."

A sharp pain came from his buttocks, which made Crillio's anus tighten.

"Damn it, if you eat beans for several days, you will fart." Crillio cursed helplessly, and now he couldn't fight even if he wanted to.

In the narrow tunnel, it was impossible to turn around even if I wanted to.

"Come on, hurry up, why haven't you arrived yet?" Criglio felt more and more unbearable and couldn't even breathe.

Tonight, they were ordered to crawl behind the coalition forces and attack them.

If possible, it would be better to get something to eat and drink.

Those cans with square letters on them were so damn delicious, Criglio swore he had never eaten anything so delicious in his life.

pity!

Not many cans have been seized these days, and there are also a lot of canned fruits such as peaches and apples.

Damn it, I don’t know what method those people used to eat fresh fruit despite the ice and snow.

Crillio gulped at the thought of canned food and crunchy biscuits.

Five days ago, the granary was sent to the sky by Ming army's artillery fire.

After these days of consumption, the city's food supply began to become tense.

People like them who go to the battlefield can only receive two palm-sized pancakes a day.

Now, they miss the canned food captured by the Russian army.

"Damn it, the exit in front was blown down by the Ming army again. The ventilation hole is almost blocked!" A curse came from the front.

"Let's go back. If we continue like this, we will be suffocated to death here." Some people started to back off.

If he wants to go out now, it's not his business alone.

Everyone was lined up in a long line, one after another, and it was extremely difficult to turn around.

"Damn it, the people of Ming Dynasty were so cruel, they even filled up the wells."

"Be patient, there is an exit ahead. That exit is very secret and should not be blocked by rubble."

There is no way, now we are all like grasshoppers on a rope. We can only walk in one way until it gets dark!

A few days ago, although the Russian army also destroyed the tunnel exit for power generation, it was not like the Ming army, which left no opening at all.

Just outside the exit is a stable.

They even blew up the stable. Who did the stable provoke?

Suddenly, everyone felt their bodies tremble.

Then, large chunks of floating soil fell from above.

"Damn, they still fired artillery at night, the Ming army's artillery shells were so wide."

Crillio was so angry that he cursed: "Climb forward as fast as you can, or you'll die if the tunnel collapses soon."

There was finally some fresh air in front, and everyone felt relieved. It seemed that the place had not been destroyed by the bombing.

Carefully unplug the latch inside, no one dared to take a breath.

They all know that there are Mongols in the Ming army. Those Mongols can bring a large number of hunting dogs.

Chechens have lived in the mountains for generations. They also have hounds, and of course they understand how powerful hounds are.

Those Nordic hunters also knew the power of hounds. But they were still picked out one by one by hounds, and then killed by Ming snipers.

Slowly open the tunnel cover, and then...

Then they saw several black muzzles!

"Ta-ta-ta...! Ta-ta-ta...!" The sound of the Aka rifle's violent continuous firing sounded like beans exploding in the night sky.

The Chechens who were about to shoot were immediately hit with countless bullets and were covered in blood. His head alone received at least seven or eight bullets.

The corpse suddenly fell from the ladder, and the people below quickly stepped back to avoid being hit by the corpse.

"Go back! Go back...!" Creglio's voice crackled.

He knew that grenades would be thrown down soon. In a place like this, there was no way to hide.

Who can retreat in such a short time?

Sure enough, a smoking object dropped from the top!
Chapter completed!