In the darkness in the distance, Alabutan held up a telescope to see the tragic battlefield. He was very clear about the power of heavy rockets. After half an hour of bombardment, he did not expect that the Ming army recovered so quickly.

The forward troops were in danger. If the fight continued like this, the outcome would be the same as last year's Battle of Yinchuan. The Mongols suffered heavy casualties, but in the end they could only exchange for a few broken city bricks.

"Have the rockets been loaded?" Putting down the telescope, Alabutan asked Wen Chun beside him.

"It's loaded! Why don't we push the long-barreled gun up? Their mortars are too fierce. Only after knocking off their mortars can our people rush up." Wen Chun suggested to Alabutan.

"Push up the pipe artillery. Do you think other people's rocket launchers are just for food? One covering shot, and our pipe artillery is completely destroyed. But you are right. The most important thing now is to knock out the Ming army's mortar positions. Order.

Rockets are launched to cover and shoot at the enemy's positions, and the mortars must be knocked out by me." Alabutan's voice was decisive, without a trace of emotion.

"Master Celing, our people have already rushed up. If we shoot at this time, they will never survive. The rockets are not accurate and explode...!" Wen Chun was startled. The Mongolian forward

Wen Chun was working hard to advance, and those at the front had almost climbed to the Ming army's position. Entering hand-to-hand combat, Wen Chun did not think that the Han people were very capable.

"I said fire!" Alabutan stared, his eyes stern and cold.

"Lord Celing...!" The elderly Wen Chun was so frightened by Alabutan's wolf-like eyes that he took two steps back.

"The last time we attacked Yinchuan, we lost troops and generals. Grandpa was already very dissatisfied with me. Shizuishan is the only barrier to the north of Yinchuan. If we capture Shizuishan, we will have a reliable base for advancing. Attacking Yinchuan again and capturing Yinchuan is just around the corner. This credit cannot be given to Geer.

Dan snatched it away. If he snatched it away, what status would I still have in the Ili Valley?

The leaders who are attached to me will betray me, and grandpa will give up on me. Do you know how miserable my death will be at that time? We must capture Shizuishan, we must! No matter how many silver coins are spent, how many people die." Alabutan was like a lunatic.

Roaring, Wen Chun turned around and ran towards the rocket launcher position without saying a word.

Although you don't want to in your heart, you know intellectually, Wen Chun, that you have no choice. It's dark now, and the Ming Army's airships will not be dispatched. As soon as it gets light, the Ming Army's airships will be dispatched. By then, the rocket launchers will have to be hidden.

If you get up, as soon as you are discovered by an airship, those precious rockets will be blown to pieces.

It will be dawn in another hour, there is no time!

"Damn, there is a small gap between the first and second battalions." Li Hu stood on the top of Shizui Mountain and found a small gap in the telescope. A dozen Mongolian soldiers had climbed to a place ten meters in front of the position.

You can then crawl into the position and fight the Ming army to death.

Although the Mongols were not necessarily afraid of hand-to-hand combat, Li Hu was still aware of the danger of this gap. He was about to order the Second Battalion to send men to block the gap. Suddenly he saw fire shooting into the sky in the distance, and Li Hu immediately felt his scalp numb.

There are more than 200 Mongolians on the front, and they are shooting at the Ming army. The first and second battalions of the Ming army are almost on the surface of the position. Although Li Hu warned them to leave reserves, each battalion can only stay at most.

One company was used as a reserve, and the rest were in position to resist the Mongolian attack.

No one could have imagined that the Mongols could be so ruthless. They dared to cover and shoot with rocket launchers while their own people were still attacking.

Li Hu's heart felt like he was sinking. Experiencing shelling on the surface and experiencing shelling in a bunker were two different things.

The rockets hit the position with a roar, and a huge shock was felt under their feet. Li Hu's heart twitched. The guard squad leader led two soldiers and forced Li Hu to the back of Yingzui Rock.

The overwhelming rockets hit the position like a violent storm. Whether it was the Ming army or the Mongols, they were all caught in a sea of ​​fire. The fortifications that had just been repaired were not enough to withstand the second bombardment.

Li Hu was held down fiercely by the guards. He heard explosions in his ears, smelled the smoke rising into the sky, and his tears fell down.

Many of them are veterans who have been with him since Shandong. After this shelling, I don't know how many people can survive. The biggest possibility is that the entire army will be destroyed. The observation post placed on the position before the last shelling is an example.

Before the bombardment, each company had left three or five observation posts outside. After the bombardment, none of these observation posts survived, and most of them were blown up in pieces, with not even a single corpse left.

The staff officer Li Hu sent to the 1st Battalion was quite lucky. At least he was shocked to death, with bleeding from all the orifices on his face, but at any rate a whole corpse was left behind.

There were a series of muffled thunderous explosions, and you couldn't even hear them several times.

Finally the shelling stopped, and Li Hu felt like there was a small bug flying in his ears. He could only see the guards' mouths opening and closing, but could not hear what they were saying. The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke, and the whole hillside was occupied by positions.

Already shrouded in smoke.

Li Hu staggered to the top of the mountain and looked at the position below. The gunpowder smoke was blown away by the wind, and the position that was originally full of craters was even more unsightly. The position was full of shining shrapnel, weapon fragments, and soldiers.

Broken corpse.

There is a thigh under his feet. Judging from the trousers and cloth shoes, he must be from the Ming Dynasty. There is a large hanger hanging on the tree not far away, and the stomach hangs upside down under the branches, constantly swaying with the mountain wind.

There was no one left, and not a single living person was seen on the position. Neither the Ming army nor the Mongols survived the bombardment.

The mortar position was very miserable. It seemed that a shell had hit the target. The crater was more than three meters deep, and the surrounding soil spread outward in a radial pattern. The mortar barrel was thrown a hundred or ten meters away, with a

Two broken tripods.

The Mongols were also very miserable. You could see many Mongolian soldiers who were beaten to death at the foot of the mountain. During the shelling, they all lay down on the ground and hugged Mother Earth. Normally this is not a big deal. But not during the shelling.

The explosive power of the artillery shell can shatter your internal organs alive.

When Li Hu was training his troops, everyone was required to squat in bunkers during shelling.

After being shaken twice by the guard, the ringing in Li Hu's ears finally got better. Li Hu heard the guard crying and shouting. Just now, they thought the regiment leader had been stunned by the shells.
Chapter completed!