Mortar shells exploded one after another around them, and shrapnel flew across their heads. Almost in an instant, the two brothers were covered with a layer of soil.

"Bah, bah, bah...!" The old monkey kept spitting out the dirt in his mouth, lying on the edge of the ditch and looking at the smoke column rising in the distance.

"The Swiss react very quickly!" Ding San also looked around for a while and saw shells landing one after another where the mortars were.

Many Kurds were engulfed by artillery fire, and some Kurds could be seen lifted more than ten meters high by the shells. They were waving their claws in the air and scratching constantly.

"The Swiss are weak at fighting, but their skills are pretty good. The howitzer hits accurately. Look at the impact point. It almost hits the mortar!"

The old monkey pointed at the mortar position in the distance and said.

Now, the Kurdish position has been engulfed by Swiss howitzer fire. There is nothing that can threaten them anymore!

As for the legendary sniper, they didn't see it. Even if there was one, they were busy with the Swiss soldiers surrounding them.

The Swiss reacted very quickly, and the howitzers were firing. The infantry over there had already followed the smoke of the artillery fire and began to advance towards the area where the Kurds lived.

Recently, the Swiss have been collecting weapons from the conquered Kurds. No matter who owns any weapons, they must hand them over.

Even if it is an old-fashioned firecracker, it must be handed over.

The Kurds handed over some broken guns and artillery, and told the Swiss that they no longer had any guns.

Now, suddenly the artillery fire started.

The Swiss immediately began to storm the Kurdish settlement, shooting at anyone with weapons.

The Kurdish settlement suddenly became lively, with the sounds of machine guns, rifles, and grenades exploding one after another.

Old Monkey and Ding San found a new place and started watching the fun.

The two of them are ready to be good spectators just like Daming.

"Hey...! Look, look, there is a sniper under the ruins of the tower.

Damn it, this guy is really good at shooting. He blew the heads off two Swiss soldiers!"

The old monkey held up the telescope and kept talking.

But before he finished speaking, a bullet accurately passed through the sniper's head. It could be seen clearly through the telescope, the blood was flying far away, and the wall behind him turned red.

"What did you do?" The old monkey put down the telescope.

The sniper rifle in Ding San's hand was still smoking. At this time, he picked up the telescope again and looked into the distance.

"This is what I saw. Even if you beat me, I will get half of it." The old monkey was trying hard to fight for his own rights.

Ding San said nothing and continued to search with his telescope.

The fighting methods of the Swiss are different from those of the Ming Dynasty. If they encounter street fighting, the Ming army's combat regulations are to shoot at anything hostile.

It doesn't matter if the other person is a dog or a child with a grenade.

The Swiss are different. When they see someone without a weapon, they will raise their gun and wave to signal that person to leave quickly.

Some people ran away holding their heads, while others waited for them to raise the muzzle of their guns, then pulled out their guns from their robes and started shooting.

Unprepared Swiss soldiers were often knocked to the ground.

With their level of medical care, being injured on the battlefield would mean a narrow escape.

"Damn it, these Swiss are just wasting their time." The old monkey cursed after seeing it through the telescope.

There can be no kindness on the battlefield. This is a lesson learned through years of bloodshed.

These lessons are written in blood!

No matter if the opponent is an old man, a child, a woman or a disabled person, as long as they are hostile, giving them a shot without saying a word is the best option.

Otherwise, if you don't do it right, you will die.

On the battlefield, not just one or two people are killed by kindness.

He had seen someone lay booby traps under the corpses of Ming soldiers. The people responsible for collecting the corpses would often collect the corpses solemnly out of respect when they saw the corpses of their own people.

These people are often the ones who are hurt the most!

I have seen too many people hurt and wailing,

Even the heart made of cotton has now turned into stone.

Through the telescope, one could clearly see a child hiding behind the ruins, holding an explosive bag in his hand, ready to throw it at the passing Swiss soldiers.

The explosive bag was very big, probably weighing ten kilograms. The child was very thin but had a big belly.

This kid looks about eight or nine years old.

The hand holding the explosive pack was shaking constantly, and his little face was as red as a monkey's butt, either because of fear or nervousness.

Ding San's finger was on the trigger, but he didn't pull the trigger for a long time.

The Swiss soldiers walked closer and closer, and were only about ten meters away from the little boy. Obviously, the Swiss soldiers did not notice the danger behind the ruins.

They hunkered down and moved forward very vigilantly.

This ten-man squad is a standard squad of the Swiss Army. They look like they are well-trained, with their guns pointed in all directions and their hands on the triggers, ready to shoot at any time.

The soldiers in the vanguard had already approached the ruins of the little boy. But the little boy still didn't move!

The old monkey understood that he wanted to wait for more Swiss soldiers to approach and kill more people.

You can't tell, but he is still a greedy boy.

Ding San's trigger still didn't pull! Suddenly, a puff of green smoke came out of the explosive bag in the little boy's hand.

"Boom!" A grenade hit only half a meter away from the little boy.

Although this shot was not accurate, the power of the 33mm grenade was there.

Countless steel balls shot into the little boy's body, and blood kept flying in the air.

The smoking explosive package fell on the ruins, and "Boom!" The explosive package exploded, blowing countless bricks and stones into the sky!

The Swiss soldiers fled in all directions, dodging the rain of bricks and stones.

"Oh no! This explosive pack weighs at least twenty kilograms!" Seeing the huge power of the explosion, the old monkey licked his lips.

Ding San just stared blankly and said nothing.

"Look at it!

That little bastard's life is life, but the life of those Swiss people is not life? Although those Swiss people have yellow hair and blue eyes, they look like ghosts.

But after all, we are still human beings, we have mothers, fathers, sons and daughters.

They are dead, and they are a big family.

What does that little brat have?

At most, he has a dead father and a naughty mother. Keeping such people around is a disaster!

I am doing a good deed by sending him to heaven today." The old monkey muttered to himself, not sure whether he was talking to himself or Ding San.

Shooting a heroic little boy would make no one feel any better.

The two of them continued to lie down high and watch, and for a while no one was interested in talking.

Soon, the Swiss army swept through the entire neighborhood.
Chapter completed!