Jiang Huai opened his mouth wide, like a fish left by water, but even so, he felt that all he breathed in was a burst of heat, and his chest was as stuffy as if it was about to explode. Only by arching his mouth and nose into the mound of soil in front of him could he feel a little better.

The enemy below ran upwards screaming. He held back his discomfort, hooked up the machine, and shot the bullets in the gun. Seeing five enemies falling under his gun, he let out a slight breath.

Fan Chang angrily issued an order to bombard the gun group. Then the unique whistle sound of the mortar sounded in his ears, and he took a breath.

A burning wave of air came from beside him, and a scream came. Jiang Huai suddenly turned his head. A comrade who was less than a few steps away from him was ignited with a raging fire all over his body. He was rolling on the ground to try to put out the fire. Jiang Huai was shocked and took off his clothes in his hand, put them in his hand, and rushed forward and beat them desperately. But no matter how hard he tried, the fire was gone, and his clothes were burning.

"What's the hell?" A pungent smell was smelled from his nose. Looking at his comrades who had twitched a few times in the fire and never moved, Jiang Huai howled to the sky.

The mortars kept roaring. This time, Fan Chang had no intention of saving shells. Jianghuai, who was naked, saw the throwing tools on the opposite side being destroyed by shells, but the opponent immediately moved out more throwing tools, and the front was still moving forward. Obviously, in the past few days, the enemy has made a lot of preparations. This weapon that has not appeared since the war started is probably for the preparations for this moment.

"Commander, the enemy is rushing up and is almost unable to stop it." Jiang Huai ignored the bottles flying on his head and countless pieces of gravel, half-kneeling on the pile of soil and keeps firing. The guns of his comrades beside him were also brought to him. An injured comrades curled up in the trench, constantly pressing bullets for him.

It's strange that guys like Jianghuai who were almost all exposed outside the trench were not injured in the stone fragments and the arrows flying like locusts.

Oh, by the way, the hair was still hurt, and the hair on his body was slightly curled up at this time.

After firing the bullets in his hand, Jiang Huai took his hand to the side, but he was furious. He turned around and was about to curse a few words, but saw the comrade who was pressing the bullets for him, now he had fallen to the ground, with blood flowing on his head. A stone piece that bounced over from there was embedded right on his forehead. He was also holding a yellow bullet in his hand.

Jianghuai suddenly slipped down from the trench.

The mortar was silent, and obviously there were no shells.

"Everyone, throw out their own grenades and retreat." Fan Chang's angry roar came from the fire.

After the position, the Ming army took out their grenades and threw them into the distance, then carried their injured comrades on their backs. They did not abandon the bodies of the burned or killed robes. They carried them on their shoulders, carried them on their backs, crossed the fire and ran towards the distance.

"Jiang Huai, stay, and break the back with me." Jiang Huai, who was carrying a body of a comrade-in-arms on his shoulders, was running wildly, and Fan Chang's hoarse roar sounded in his ears.

"Yes!" Jiang Huai, naked, handed the remains on his shoulder to another person, rushed to Fan Chang a few steps, and stood by Fan Chang's side with more than a dozen other comrades. Jiang Huai recognized them, all of them were rare sharpshooters in the army.

The fire became more and more prosperous. The ambushed behind the rocks, on the trees and grass from the coverers had to retreat their positions continuously. Looking at the fire that had no restraint but had intensified, Jianghuai walked out of his hiding place.

"The fire of dogs is so exciting. Commander, I think those dogs are impossible to chase after them unless they are birds flying over the fire." Jiang Huai, carrying two guns with his bare arms, and carrying one in his hand, walked to a big rock, and said hoarsely.

There are more than a dozen people here, and everyone is talking loudly now, and there is one, so they just can't make a sound.

Fan Chang stared at the fire in a daze and said for a while: "You are right. This fire has indeed blocked their own momentum of progress. But we lost this battle in Jianghuai."

"We didn't lose!" Jiang Huai said with his neck tugged: "There are not a thousand enemies before our position, but there are eight hundred. We only suffered two or three hundred casualties. Such a battle is not considered a win. What does it mean to win?"

"But we lost our position." Fan Chang flattered his mouth, "Wars have never been about killing and hurting as the ultimate goal. We did not block the enemy. We did not block the enemy. We failed on the basis of strategy. We did not need to hide it. We admitted that today's failure is for tomorrow's victory. We can withdraw completely, just to make preparations for the future revision of the book."

Jiang Huai was silent for a moment and said unconvincedly: "If we also have the solid fortifications on the other side of Shiyan Mountain, we can also defend them."

"We are facing only five thousand enemies, and Shi Yanshan is facing tens of thousands of enemy troops, so I'm afraid it's not easy to fight." Fan Chang said thoughtfully.

"Just with the strong fortifications and fierce firepower on the other side of Shiyan Mountain, even if those people want to throw something that can set fire to the fire, they have no choice but to think about it. I'm afraid that they will be destroyed by artillery just after they set up the throwing device." Jiang Huai said disapprovingly.

"That's right. Where is the defense line we focus on, unlike ours, where some simple fortifications are just a little bit." Fan Chang said sadly. "Let's go, since the enemy can't get through for a while, let's find a place to build a second line of defense. It won't take long to go, and the reinforcements behind are about to come up."

After walking a few steps, he sighed again and said, "Your Highness King Qi asked me to take you to experience. This is great. Half of it can go back, I am afraid it will be good."

After hearing this, Jianghuai also lowered his head. The thousand people who came out of Yuejing City were already fighting less and less.

The group of people walked in a hurry, and in a blink of an eye, they disappeared into the jungle of dense farmers and herdsmen. Behind them were the raging fires and rolling smoke.

In Shiyanshan defense line, Yu Xiu'e stood behind the piles of the cement fortress, and watched the enemies rushing towards her defense line in the distance, and then the rumbling sound of cannons sounded. One enemy after another fell to the ground in the flames and smoke. More people crossed the bombardment point of the cannon and rushed up shouting.

Next is the roar of the Ming Dynasty Type 1, powerful crossbows, catapults, and closer crossbows. After rows of enemies fell, the enemy retreated like a tide, leaving only the corpses on the ground.

The enemy's attack was like touching the stone's defense line with an egg, touching it again and again, but he still enjoyed it.

But Yu Xiu'e also knew that the other party did not really use all his strength to attack, and every time, he just stopped. What the other party was looking forward to was to break through the left and right wings and then go around the back of Shiyan Mountain to attack forward and backward, breaking this line of defense.

But this is just a wishful thinking of the opponent. On his left and right wings, several lines of defense were placed. In the Manju Port, there were more reserves waiting to enter the battlefield. More importantly, even if the wings could not be stopped, the enemy on the opposite side might not be able to wait for their left and right wings to encircle them.

Once the opponent's fleet at sea was completely wiped out by the Ming Dynasty, the tens of thousands of enemies in front of him immediately had no way out. Yu Xiu'e didn't believe that by that time, these enemies would still have such high combat power at the moment.

Sometimes the outcome of a war is not necessarily defeated by the opponent, but collapses from the inside first.

Looking at the battle scene in front of him, Yu Xiu'e picked up the big knife that had been resting beside her with some regrets, and slowly stroked the delicate patterns on the knife's body.

In the future, I am afraid that there will be very few opportunities for myself to end up with a knife. Just like in this battle now, the Ming army is more likely to kill opponents at a distance. Although they can overlook the entire battlefield at their own position, the nearest battle place is still a long way from their own position. I want to go to the front line to experience the feeling of fighting, and immediately countless people jumped out to stop me, claiming that they could not leave their command post. Especially the annoying military judges, they blocked themselves in front of me and refused to give in.

Even though Yu Xiu'e is a bad temper, she really has no choice but to fight the military judges in the army. She can't beat the other party, and the other party's level is no lower than her. The military judges arranged in the Ming army are all corresponding to the level of the chief general.

He reached out to attract a soldier, took the Ming 1 style in his hand, held it on his shoulder and slowly aimed it. A bird happened to fly by at this moment, and with a crisp bang, the bird fell down, and the soldiers on the fortress shouted loudly.

Yu Xiu'e put down her gun as if she was lost. Such a weapon was indeed much more powerful than waving a big knife. At least she could not fly into the air to cut the bird down with one knife.

As a senior general of the Ming Dynasty, she certainly knew that in the Ming Academy of Sciences, the more advanced Ming Type 2 rifle was being developed, with faster firing speed, higher accuracy and longer range. The further she went, the fewer martial arts cultivation could be used.

No matter how powerful a master is, he can't stop the shooting of dozens of guns. This is not a feather arrow, and his speed is invisible or touched.

But she still prefers the feeling of riding a tall horse and waving a big sword to rush forward.
Chapter completed!