Now they only have a few mortars in their hands, which are already considered heavy weapons in their hands.

On the third day, the Ming army dug forward to a distance of only eight kilometers from Tikrit.

Eight ten-meter-wide trenches were dug straight up to here, and then horizontal excavation began.

It took two days to dig ten kilometers of trenches.

The Swiss were helpless. They did not have the ability to dig eight kilometers in five days.

At night, all Ming army soldiers entered the trenches.

"This guy named Ma Bao has two brushes and is stable enough to fight. I heard that he was also transferred from Russia.

I’m the kind of person who doesn’t feel comfortable without fighting!”

The old monkey hugged his beloved 33mm grenade launcher and huddled in the shell-proof hole.

This damn place, Tikrit, is extremely hot during the day and very cold at night.

Both of them were wearing military coats, looking at the cold moon while looking at each other.

Today is better than the previous days, at least there is a crescent moon in the sky.

"How can anyone who graduated from the Shanhaiguan Army Officer Academy be simple?

I'm looking at it, it should probably start tomorrow.

Listen later, the airship has been flying all night. We have already prepared enough supplies and ammunition."

Ding San took a bite of luncheon meat. The taste of luncheon meat was far less good than that of canned beef. But Dingsan didn't care. It was pretty good to be able to eat luncheon meat these days.

I don’t see many Swiss people eating those sweet pancakes and sticky potato soup.

After taking a small sip of the pot head, the heat in my body became much higher.

"Do you know why those people across the street are fighting with us?" The old monkey dug out a big spoonful of luncheon meat and stuffed it into his mouth, and said with a slurred expression.

"Why?" Ding San only focused on eating the can without even looking at the old monkey.

"Because of this!" The old monkey raised the lunch meat in his hand, and after thinking about it, he raised the drink in his hand.

"This?" Ding San was a little confused.

"The religion they follow doesn't allow them to eat pork or drink alcohol. Now, our guys are guilty of both. So, they want to fight with us."

"And...! You know." Ding San ignored the old monkey's fallacies.

"It's true, I'm not lying to you. Those people across from me will never eat pork."

As if he heard what the old monkey said, a mortar shell landed a hundred meters away.

Old Monkey and Ding San listened to the sound of exploding shells and continued eating and drinking without even blinking.

After being around for so many years, it would be too embarrassing to be startled by the sound of mortars again.

The Kurdish mortars fired a few random rounds and then stopped!

You don't need to look at it to know that you must be shooting two rounds at night. It's better to hit someone, but it doesn't matter even if you can't hit anyone.

It’s also good to disturb Ming Jun’s sleep!

Sure enough, several rounds of mortars were fired in one night. But this did not affect the sleep of Lao Monkey and Ding San!

I drank two ounces of wine last night and slept all night in a trench wrapped in a goose down military coat.

When the sun came up in the morning, the old monkey was still snoring.

"Get up, it's time to eat!" Ding San kicked the old monkey with his foot.

The two brothers took the rice bowl and ran to the cooking class. Breakfast was mutton soup flatbread.uuReading www.uukanshu.com There was already a group of people there, drinking mutton soup and eating flatbread.

The food before the battle of the Ming Dynasty was usually meat. When the situation was worst, canned beef would be cooked and made into beef soup for everyone.

Flatbread is the main food during wartime, and sometimes the boss will become a pot helmet. Rice is rarely available, but usually you can have a meal of rice porridge when there is no war.

Later, most of the soldiers who came in were from the northwest. These people didn't like rice very much, but they had a special liking for pasta.

The old monkey went out for a while, and then he got back two cucumbers like a magic trick.

This guy always has a way to make his own food well.

Ding San didn't care where the cucumber came from, he just rubbed it on his clothes and started nibbling on it.

After Xili finished eating the mutton soup noodle cake, Ding San took out an egg from the basket, cracked it on the stone, and peeled off the egg skin bit by bit.

The eggs are very fresh and the skin is very protective. When Ding San peeled the eggs, he peeled off a lot of protein.

According to the regulations of the Ming Army, every Ming Army soldier and officer must eat an egg every day no matter what. This is the most basic nutrition!

Another saying is that eating eggs at night will make your eyesight better.

Anyway, every Ming army soldier will have eggs to eat.

The old monkey took two eggs. This guy never suffers losses. If he can't pick up money while walking, he is considered a loser.

Ding San was deeply suspicious that even if the dung truck passed in front of him, he would have to taste the saltiness.

After eating the eggs, I took out two oranges from the fruit basket, put one in my pocket and peeled the other in my hand.

There are only a few fruits that I change every day. Oranges, tangerines, apples, nothing else.

The old monkey took three oranges. He couldn't hold them with one hand, so he had to hold them with two hands.
Chapter completed!