"Boom!" A mortar shell landed ten meters in front of Li Hu, and the air wave it set off was enough to make people suffocate. Li Hu clearly felt that something hit the helmet. With his whole body,

They all leaned back.

"Fuck!" Li Hu spat out the sand in his mouth. Damn it, the sand on the battlefield smells like gunpowder smoke!

Picking up the Aka 47 rifle, the front sight caught a black dot and pulled the trigger.

The Arab soldier with his head wrapped in a strip of cloth fell to the ground like a dead tree. But there were more black spots behind him. The Arab soldier fired while walking. Li Hu felt the bullet "swish"

"Whoosh" flew over my head!

"Click!" The gun bolt rang out, and Li Hu hurriedly ducked into the trench. He pressed the latch, pushed off the magazine and replaced it with a new one. He put the old magazine into the single bag on his chest and straightened up.

Keep shooting.

This is already the third month of fighting in the Middle East. The Arabs are far less vulnerable than Li Hu thought. In fact, they are very brave. If it were not for the strong fortifications and the two large ships of ammunition they brought,

.My bones may be cold now!

The Suez Canal that he thought about was completely out of the question. The support Napoleon gave him was very limited. Apart from some drinking water, they were some low-quality explosives. There was no comparison between the French explosives and the Ming Dynasty. Only now did Li Hu know

, I was so damn happy when I fought with the Mongols in the northwest.

As long as he defends his position, supplies will continue to flow behind him. As long as something is missing, Li Hu will point his finger at the quartermaster's nose and scold him. Now Napoleon has to say thank you for giving him such a broken thing.

You have to ask for broken things! There is nothing you can do about it. He is always attacked by the Arab coalition. Now it is not just one sheikh attacking him, but almost all the sheikhs in the Middle East are attacking him. It is not because of Li Hu's views on their religion.

No disrespect, but because Li Hu comes from a foreign land. In a harmonious society, he suddenly broke into

A arrogant big man.

This guy grabbed the food on the table and ate it like he was familiar with it. The first reaction of the people at the table was to beat this rude guy out.

They formed a coalition, and the weapons they had were becoming more and more advanced. During their recent attack, they even had mortars.

The Arab infantry rushed closer again, and Li Hu took out an earthen hand grenade. After lighting it with the help of fire, he saw that the fuse was almost burned, and threw it out of the trench. In this way, the grenade would explode in the air, and the scattered shrapnel would be

The Arab infantrymen's nightmare.

The standard hand grenades have been used up, so the grenade mold can only be cast. The fire tube is omitted, explosives are directly placed inside, and an ignitable fuse is inserted. Because the explosives provided by the French are not powerful enough, this

The quality of these primitive grenades was very poor. Sometimes there were only a few fragments produced.

But another advantage is that the wounds caused by the fragments are much larger. This is also a blessing in disguise!

Hearing a wailing sound in his ears, Li Hu could clearly see an Arab soldier's thigh more than thirty meters away, with blood pouring out like a spring. This was an unlucky guy. The shrapnel must have cut the artery.

Normally in this case, he would twitch within a blink of an eye, and then blink again, and the guy's blood would be almost drained.

The wailing sound before death was so loud that it could cover the sound of the Aka rifle's arrogant firing, allowing Li Hu, who was thirty meters away from him, to hear it clearly.

The wailing sound quickly disappeared, but an even louder wailing sound was heard next to Li Hu.

My face felt a little hot, and when I wiped it with my hand, it turned out to be blood.

"San'er! San'er!" Li Hu turned his head and saw his guard lying on the ground, flopping like a fish on the beach.

A nine-millimeter bullet pierced his shoulder directly. The bullet penetrated the bone, and bone stubble could be seen in the broken wound. In addition to blood, there was clear yellow water. The bone marrow was even shot out... Shoulder

There is only one layer of skin connected to the arm.

"Master Tiger! Master Tiger! Give me a shot, ow...!" Blood flowed down from the corners of his mouth from his teeth.

"San'er! San'er!" Li Hu pricked his hands, wondering if he should cover his wound. Although this could stop the bleeding, it would also cause him greater pain.

"Master Tiger! Please...!" Five words were squeezed out from between the teeth, and the following words were howled like a wild beast when they reached his ears.

Li Hu cried out in tears, took out the cannon from his waist and aimed it at San'er's temple. "Brother! It won't hurt anymore, it'll be fine!"

"Ah...!" Li Hu howled like a wolf, "Pa!" There was a gunshot, and Li Hu collapsed on the ground. His stupid idea brought more than three hundred brothers to such a death place. Everything!

Just for his face and his ambition. Maybe, he will die here for this ambition.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" A series of explosions brought Li Hu back from the brink of collapse. He didn't want to die, so he could only fight.

Born to be fearless! Fight to the end!

The continuous explosions were directed blast mines buried in front of the position. The mines were covered with a large number of small gravels, and after being given huge kinetic energy by hundreds of kilograms of explosives, they became deadly weapons.

Various wailing and screaming sounds that were not human, followed by the explosion sounded instantly. At this moment, Li Hu felt like he was in Abi Hell!

There was a mess of blood and flesh everywhere, and there were a group of people with broken limbs and arms. Some of them could not be seen as a person at all, just a pile of rotten flesh lying in a pool of blood.

The person's body was covered with small stones, and the stones were stained red with blood, like a whale with many barnacles on its body. Li Hu had some mild trypophobia, and when he saw such a scene, he immediately retracted his body.

This time the attack was repelled, and he took a long breath. His nose was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke, and when mixed with the smell of blood, it made his brain hurt.

When he first smelled this smell, it was more than ten years ago. At that time, Li Hu did not feel sick, on the contrary, he was very excited. After experiencing the battlefield for a long time, people will become indescribably tired of the battlefield.

I used to fight with my eldest brother Li Xiao, and the battles had never been so brutal. Li Xiao usually bombarded with big cannons, and then bombarded them with big cannons. Even if there was no cannon bombardment, he still had to use trebuchets to throw explosive packets.

By the time the enemy's firearms reach the range, more than half of them have been lost. Accurate shooting of firearms will destroy the last courage of charging infantry or cavalry. Warriors who can truly face death are actually very rare. It is definitely the mainstream for a hero not to suffer the immediate losses.

In fact, on the battlefield, the most people die when retreating. But except for the generals leading the troops, few people realize this. After being defeated, everyone just wants to run away. As for whether Pao Ze will be killed, who will?

Just take care of it. It's a good thing if I run away. Unless you kill your son, then don't think so.

Li Hu once imitated his elder brother and made a trebuchet, throwing explosive bags wrapped in steel balls. However, although the trebuchet was powerful, it was not as powerful as the mortar.

The explosion of the mortar shell destroyed Li Hu's trebuchet. It also ignited the explosive package, causing heavy losses to the Arab mercenaries. As for Li Hu's mortar, it had long since been turned into useless iron pipes because it had run out of shells.

When the enemy is constantly attacking, there is no way to save artillery shells.

"Report! If your cheek is broken, the people around you will help report it." Li Hu shouted. In the past, he could achieve a very disparate exchange ratio with arms. If one of his men died, the Arabs would have to pay hundreds of people.

price.

However, the ants gnawed at the elephant. Although many ants died, the elephant could not bear the gnawing.

"One, two, three, four, five, six...!" After counting to one hundred and thirty-five, no one stopped counting. There were more than three hundred men at the time of departure, but now only one-third are left.

Almost everyone among them was injured.

"Hao Dayong! How much ammunition are left?" Li Hu wiped his nose, which was filled with ashes from gunpowder smoke and felt very uncomfortable.

"There are a lot of bullets left, more than 60,000 rounds. There are not many explosive packs left, and with the ones sent by the French, there are still more than a hundred. There are relatively few grenades, only more than 700. According to the current consumption rate

, it’s no problem to stay for another five or six days.” Hao Dayong lay in the trench and took out a cigarette from his arms.

The crumpled cigarette was almost broken, and a lot of tobacco shreds fell out.

Li Hu also took out a pack of cigarettes from his arms and saw that there were only two cigarettes left. He took out a relatively complete one and threw it to Hao Dayong who was about to light a cigarette.

"It's the last pack!" When I set out, I was afraid that I would not have enough ammunition. I brought very few daily necessities. Although cigarettes are a key supply, there are not many left. I guess if I want to smoke again, I will have to smoke Arabs.

Smells like hookah.

"This thing consumes faster than bullets!" Hao Dayong struck a match, lit it for Li Hu, and then lit it himself.

Take a breath of smoke and exhale a breath of coolness.

"Looking at this, it seems that there will be no more attacks today." Li Hu also puffed out a puff of smoke. This puff of smoke after the battle was a small break.

"Yeah! There shouldn't be any more attacks, damn it. How many did you kill today, one thousand or two thousand?" Hao Dayong puffed out a puff of smoke. Everyone here has been killing people like crazy in the past few days. Opposite the other side

The Arab coalition forces are said to be 300,000 strong!

Although everyone knows that this is a so-called number, there are still hundreds of thousands of people. According to their number, two thousand people will be wiped out every day. If they can fight for another month, there will be no big problem.

What about your own side? Not to mention another week of fighting, if you continue to fight for seven days, the bullets will probably be gone. Especially after there are no explosives, the bullets will be consumed faster.

"Bury the explosive packs. The mines disappeared three days ago." Li Hu blew out a puff of smoke. He knew what Hao Dayong meant.

After running out of ammunition, Li Hu had to choose whether to wait for death here or return to the ship and return to the Ming Dynasty in despair. Even if Li Hu died, he was not willing to return to the Ming Dynasty. This is why no matter how tense the war was, Li Hu

Hudu did not order the use of the six cannons on the ship.

This is the last weapon for everyone, and it is also the guarantee for returning to the Ming Dynasty. It is conceivable that after killing so many people, even if they escape to the ship, they will definitely be hunted by the Arabs.

The reality is helpless! If we get to that point, we can only bite the bullet and go. We can't let these last hundred or so men die here in vain. They all have families and families. If one person dies, the whole family will be hurt behind him.

sad.

"Okay! Let's arrange for someone to go there. You have to send someone to keep an eye on it tonight. Don't let those jackals get trampled!"

"Send someone to talk to the people over there and ask them to take the corpses back. There are so many corpses piled up here, it stinks to smell it! Brothers, be careful. I heard that there are jackals here.

Dogs are different from those of our Ming Dynasty. If bitten, they will develop a fever and then burn to death!"

"You can't even eat the dead, so there's no belly left to eat the living. Those jackals aren't stupid!" Hao Da grinned with the corner of his mouth.

"Damn it! You can still laugh now. In a few days, those corpses will rot and smoke you to death! I heard that the smell of corpses can cause plague, so let the brothers drink some of the remaining spirits. I heard that

Stuff can kill germs!”

"Can drinking it also kill bacteria?"

"What! You don't want to drink?"

"Let's do it now!"

Hao Dayong stood up with the support of the trench. He didn't quite understand the fact that drinking alcohol can kill bacteria, but looking at Li Hu's look, he knew that this matter was mostly a joke.

I drink strictly on weekdays, especially during the war. So I have a lot left in Lao Longkou, and now I drink as much as I can. Who knows if I can still drink it tomorrow, there were more than 170 men there last night

.There are only more than 130 left today!

The Arab mercenaries laid out the corpses of the fallen soldiers and placed grease and wood underneath them. They threw torches in and the flames suddenly ignited.

Fallen leaves return to their roots, but there is no way to bring so many corpses back to the Ming Dynasty. They can only burn the corpses, or even burn the corpses separately. They can only burn them collectively and put the ashes into urns.

We are all Paoze brothers. If you are among me, you probably won’t care if I am among you.

The guy riding a camel went to deliver a message to the Arabs, asking them to remove the bodies of their own people. As a result, the guy turned into several unrelated pieces. They were cut very finely, barely into slices.

The head was tied to the neck of the camel and brought back. The Arabs proved with practical actions that this war would never end.

Li Hu had no choice. Now he was unable to avenge his men. The Arab mercenaries were determined to die when they were hired by Li Hu. In the eyes of the Arabs, they were all apostates. Their families all died in the sheikh's death.

In his hands, everyone has a deep hatred against the tribe.

As night fell, the stumps and broken arms became even more horrifying in the moonlight. No one even dared to look outside. Outside the trenches, there were constant sounds of jackals tearing corpses apart and the sound of chewing bones.
Chapter completed!