The battlefield was completely chaotic. Not only were bullets everywhere, but there were also all kinds of exploding gadgets.

Nowadays, everyone uses the same idea when making land mines. They are generally small in size and have average power.

But if it really explodes around you, you must be missing some parts.

What is even more unscrupulous is that the method of distribution has also changed.

Get a rocket and shoot directly into the defense area.

There are several mines attached to a rocket, and even the enemy doesn't know where the mines will fall.

Those who suffered the most were those in the logistics department.

In the past few days, the people in the cooking squad and those who delivered ammunition were constantly being killed and injured, and the Ming army had no way to do anything.

"Batalion Commander, why are you here?" The company was responding to the position in a flurry, and Li Yuan came to the position.

"The shelling just started, and the French took advantage of the chaos to capture the outpost position of the company next door."

Li Yuan murmured helplessly while rubbing his hands.

"Fuck, that's okay too."

"Everyone in the same squad was hiding in a bunker. The French took advantage of the bombardment to get in and throw an explosive pack in. They were all finished.

The French are currently reinforcing their fortifications, and they must be killed quickly before reinforcements arrive.

That outpost just blocked the road in the entire neighborhood. If we lose that position, the French can squeeze them out even if they infiltrate bit by bit."

Li Yuan's fingers pointed at the map.

He has been promoted to chief of staff of the regiment, but has been unable to leave the camp.

There is no way, there is a shortage of officers at the grassroots level, there is a shortage everywhere.

Li Yuan's battalion is the battalion at the front, so of course he cannot change the chief officer at will.

"Then what should we do?"

Bayan was a little confused and didn't understand. The company's position next door was gone, so it had nothing to do with them.

"After half an hour, they will start feinting.

You join Old Monkey and the others, one on the left and one on the right." Li Yuan made a hugging gesture.

"There's nothing we can do about it. It's too difficult to get down from the front, so we can only take a roundabout way.

You two, each assign a platoon to deal with the French."

Now Ba Yan finally understood that Li Yuan was here to ask for someone.

Although I don't want to in my heart and think the neighbor next door is too useless, there is nothing I can do about it.

There are three companies in the camp, Lao Monkey and his company, and Yi Shui's veterans.

After more than half a month on the front line, only two people were killed and five or six wounded.

This is a miracle in a battlefield where people die every day.

On our side, we are rushing to make repairs as we deal with the casualties, and generally speaking, the establishment is fine.

Forget about the company next door, from the company commander to the soldiers, they are all newcomers to the battlefield.

After three days on the battlefield, 30% of the entire company was killed.

Most of the few additional soldiers in the camp went to them.

It was even more impressive the day before yesterday. During the counterattack, the company commander actually took the lead.

Many people admired the company commander's courage, but most of them thought he was too stupid.

During the charge, he actually held up the red flag loudly, despised the French for not being able to find the target, or laughed at their poor marksmanship?

The greatest insult to the French army would be if such a person did not die.

In fact, no infantry was used at all.

The French mortar operator believed that this guy was challenging his professional standards. Letting him live would definitely be the biggest stain on his career.

Therefore, the six mortars did not hit other targets, but only blew up the obvious red flag of this target.

The company commander and Hongqi were both blown to pieces, nearly half of the company suffered casualties, and the position was not taken down.

Just after the replenishment was completed, another class was ruined by another person.

Hugjiril felt that it was definitely a wise move for him to refuse to be the company commander of that company.

The capture company in the battalion required a platoon, and Hugjiril, as the main platoon, naturally could not escape.

"Come back with the head and all the parts." This was all Bayan told him.

Without any heroic words, Hugjirel and his brothers climbed into the ruins.

Fifteen minutes later, the cannon sounded.

The battalion coordinated the regiment's 120mm howitzers, plus the battalion's six 105mm howitzers to conduct a sudden fire attack on the target position.

The Ming army had drawn up coordinate maps long ago and had carried out corrective firing. The artillery shells were fired quickly and accurately, and the position just occupied by the French army was filled with smoke.

Almost a platoon of French soldiers were covered by extended artillery fire while they were on their way to support.

Hugjirel didn't move, and neither did the platoon of old monkeys a few hundred meters away.

Sure enough, French retaliation came within minutes.

In front of the position, the Ming army's position, which was facing off against the French army, suddenly burst into flames.

"Damn it, put the machine gun so far in front, looking for artillery shells to blast." Hugjiril cursed.

When inexperienced officers take command on the battlefield, they are actually killing people.

I couldn't deal with other people's affairs, so I waited for a while.

The French bombardment stopped, and before the smoke cleared, Hugjiril waved his hand, and the big guys followed him and crawled up the enemy's position.

Using the cover of various ruins, we climbed to a place seventy or eighty meters away from the French position.

"Up! Up! Up!" We can't climb any further. Climbing any further would be an insult to the French people's intelligence.

A group of people jumped up from the ground, running and using the nearby bunker.

Shoot at the opponent's muzzle flash!

The Aka rifle fired continuously and domineeringly, making the French unable to lift their heads with their single-shot rifles.

Soon the troops rushed within fifty meters!

"Grenade!" Hugjiril shouted, pulled out a grenade and threw it out.

Lao Monkey's troops on the opposite side threw grenades almost at the same time.

There was an explosion of fire on the French army's position!

A few dozen meters away, before the smoke cleared, the soldiers rushed forward.

There was a sound of continuous firing from Aka rifles on the battlefield!

In close combat, this type of continuous fire is best.

No matter who you are, if a bunch of bullets sweep past you, no matter which bullet hits you, it will not be good for you.

"Click" The Aka rifle in his hand hangs up with an empty magazine.

Hugjirel took out his cannon and started shooting at the guys wearing black clothes.

The best weapon for melee combat is not the bayonet, but the pistol.

The Ming army has always thought so, and the results were quite good in actual combat.

It wasn't until people wearing Ming army uniforms appeared on the other side that Hugjiril breathed a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!