In fact, it is not easy to survive until now just by relying on the ammunition that I carry.

"The gunners all took their weapons and went into the trenches to fight with the infantry."

Bayan had no choice. Since the mortars were out of shells, he might as well become an infantryman.

Fortunately, there is also a grenade to support it.

But Bayan underestimated the tenacity of the British army. These people seemed to be desperate for their lives and kept crawling towards the Ming army's positions.

The Maxim machine gun fired loudly, and bullets rained down on the Ming army's position.

The mortars chased the Ming army's machine guns. As long as they found the position of the machine guns, at least a dozen mortars would launch a salvo.

In just over half an hour, all the machine guns in the Mongolian camp were completely destroyed.

The decline in firepower boosted the morale of the British army.

They frantically approached the trenches of the Mongolian camp, and the two sides had climbed to the distance of throwing grenades at each other.

A dozen guys even climbed to a distance of more than thirty meters.

"Boom!" There was a loud explosion, and the two British soldiers who climbed up were blown into the sky.

Shrapnel scattered in all directions, knocking down an unlucky Ming soldier.

Bayan was just a hair away, and a piece of shrapnel hit Bayan less than five meters away with a whistle.

The sharp shrapnel is emitting green smoke, and this thing is on the body... It will be useless if it is not dead.

These are bombs buried in the soil. At this point in the war, the anti-infantry mines have long been used up.

"Brothers, take them down."

Bayan knew that if these people rushed up and entangled with the Ming army.

The British troops rushing up from behind could completely engulf them.

"kill!"

Hugjiril took the lead and rushed out carrying an engineering shovel and a revolver.

The weapon used by the Ming army in combat was basically an engineering shovel. This thing was worn down very quickly by the sand, and if it scratched the body, it would immediately tear open the skin and flesh.

Of course, the main weapon of the Ming army was the revolver.

The exception was Hugjirel, who was carrying a twenty-ring box cannon.

The ammunition of this thing is three times that of a revolver. If everyone has this thing in their hands, there will not be enough for a dozen British soldiers.

Sure enough, the hand-to-hand combat only lasted a minute or two and ended.

A dozen British men near the trench were all killed by revolvers.

But from a hundred meters to a few hundred meters away, there were still groups of British troops launching a group charge.

Bayan was heartbroken. Now the Mongolian battalion had not only lost its artillery shells, but also lost all its machine guns.

Even the infantry didn't have much ammunition left.

As for the grenades, they have been thrown away long ago.

If the enemy came up again, they really could only fight with engineer shovels and revolvers.

Can……

Can it defeat the British army, which is large in number and well-equipped?

Just when Bayan was almost desperate, the roar of the engine came from the sky again.

The boat-shaped bomb was thrown down again, and a fire dragon soared into the sky in an instant.

The fire dragon devoured everything it encountered, including the British troops who charged with "ooh" and "ooh".

The British soldiers, whose bodies were burning with fire, were scurrying around like rats.

Their desperate wails sounded like the end of the world.

This time, twenty planes came from the sky, two squadrons of Stukas.

Boat-shaped bombs were thrown down one after another, and the sides of the Mongolian camp were almost engulfed in flames.

The soldiers in the Mongolian camp did not dare to show their heads. They were five or six hundred meters away, and their faces were burned and painful.

Five hundred meters away, the smell of burning flesh made people's heads hurt.

Even Hugjirel, who climbed out of the pile of dead people, lay down in the trench and vomited "ouch" and "ouch".

"How the hell are you going to let people eat roasted whole lamb in the future?" After vomiting, Hugjirel squatted on the ground and shook his head.

Now the smell of barbecue makes me sick!

"Be careful!

Without these bastards in the sky, you would be like a roasted whole lamb."

"Battal Commander, you are the only one who knows how to wear a mask."

Glancing at Bayan, Huge Jirel's eyes were full of resentment.

He actually wore a mask, but there was no paper for his poop last night, and he couldn't find anything else to use.

As the fire spread, the Mongolian battalion lost the pressure on both sides and began to use its full strength to deal with the broken British troops walking on the road.

The Aka rifle was fired at the British army more than a hundred meters away, as if it were target practice.

There is no need to aim at all, the team is too dense, and it is more difficult to miss than to hit.

On the road, it can only be described as corpses strewn across the field and rivers of blood flowing.

There were hit British soldiers everywhere, the dead ones lying directly on the road, and the injured ones were trampled on by countless pairs of big feet.

At first, he could still howl and scream twice, but soon he stopped screaming.

On the highway, corpses were lying on corpses, corpses were piled on top of corpses. There was a stretch of about two to three hundred meters long, and corpses were stacked three or four levels high.

In the distance, the roar of tanks can be heard from two to three kilometers away.

These steel monsters, with fire hanging on their tracks, are still crushing forward.

The mortar position was crushed directly into the ground.

The guy who didn't have time to escape was knocked down by the tank and crushed into meat patties.

The anti-aircraft machine gun on the top of the turret continued to spit out tongues of flame.

The British soldiers who fled were shot one by one like bald men.

Inside the trenches, Ming army soldiers were searching for the remaining British with Aka rifles and grenades.

The ten-kilometer-long British defense line collapsed completely, and Haig could only watch his soldiers flee frantically.

"Gather those defeated soldiers and use them. Be sure to hold the second line of defense!"

Haig put down the telescope and sighed helplessly.

He was certain that the attacking Ming army was less than 20,000 people.

He has an army of 75,000 people, but he cannot withstand the attack of more than 10,000 people.
Chapter completed!