Hugjiril clearly looked through the scope and saw a huge plume of blood bursting out from behind the slope.

The crow flapped its wings and flew away, croaking and croaking.

Hugjiril shrank back again, covered his face with the quilt, and gulped loudly.

"God bless you, don't be discovered by anyone, don't be discovered by anyone." The cat was in the bed, Huge Jirel muttered in a low voice.

Maybe Changshengtian heard his prayer, or maybe the Italian observation post was confused at this time.

Mortars exploded on the opposite side, and the nearest shell was thirty or forty meters away from Hugjiril.

Soon the battlefield calmed down again, this time!

Everyone is waiting for it to get dark. As long as it gets dark, they can crawl back to the position quietly.

Hugjiril thought like this, and those Italian infantrymen thought like this too. No one wanted to cause trouble, so they could just lie down until dark.

At around one o'clock in the afternoon, an accident broke the tacit understanding.

Hugjirel was lying in the crater, with a torn cotton-padded jacket, a woolen coat and a raincoat spread on the ground to protect him from moisture.

The body was also covered with a quilt sewn with white sheets.

It can be said that he is curled up in bed and fighting!

Italians are much worse off than Hugjiril!

He ran out in the middle of the night to cover the artillery observation posts, preparing to kill a few Ming troops with cold fire to receive the reward.

Unexpectedly, he encountered a Ming army sniper.

In a hurry, he lay down on the ground, who cares whether it was ice, snow or stones.

From the early morning freeze to now, the four of them feel almost numb from the cold.

An Italian shouted and jumped up, running towards his position without looking back.

I had been frozen for too long, and my legs had already lost blood.

He ran very clumsily, as clumsily as a log moving on the snow.

Hugjirel saw it, but did not fire.

He had already had bad luck twice today, and he didn't believe he could do it a third time.

Hugjirel did not take action, but that does not mean that the Ming army did not take action.

"Dong dong dong...!" A series of gunshots resounded across the battlefield.

When he heard the sound of calling Jirile, he knew that this guy was doomed.

This is the sound of a 25mm rapid-fire gun, which is generally used as an anti-aircraft gun.

Sometimes, Ming army gunners would also use this thing to shoot flatly.

The trajectory of this thing is straight, and it can hit almost anywhere within 2,500 meters.

Moreover, this thing shoots very fast, Hugjiril has seen it before.

Just step on the pedal, and hundreds of shells will be fired in the blink of an eye.

Cannonballs can actually form a whip made of steel in the air!

Looking like a chain of cannonballs, he swept towards the guy sideways.

The small gray dots suddenly burst out into a large cloud of blood mist.

His body was hit by an unknown number of cannonballs and it was broken into many pieces.

Anyway, it's very broken, suitable for crows to devour.

As expected, the Italians on the opposite side once again fired mortars at random.

But there was no result!

Double 25 anti-aircraft guns are all wheeled. After being fired, they can be pushed away.

How could it be so easily destroyed!

The Ming army was also unambiguous. The artillery observation post found the location of the mortar position.

A phone call came over, and the 105mm artillery shells in the battalion and the 155mm artillery shells in the regiment began to tinker.

A 155mm artillery shell weighs hundreds of kilograms.

If that thing hits the ground, there will really be a shock wave.

The kind that can be seen with the naked eye!

With the explosion point as the center, a circle of air continues to spread to all sides.

The crater of the explosion has a diameter of more than ten meters and a depth of more than five meters.

Just the dirt blown up by the explosion can fly twenty or thirty meters high.

The Italian position was blown into a sea of ​​flames.

The mortars immediately stopped moving!

It is estimated that the Italians confronting the Ming army should also be organized at the battalion level.

Because there is no mortar platoon in the Italian company.

The mortar position was gone, so the Italians' howitzers fired two symbolic rounds as a demonstration.

After all, their supply of howitzer shells was tight.

It was these two symbolic shots that almost killed Hugjiril.

When the shell exploded, Hugjiril was shaken to the ground.

The quilt on my body was almost blown away!

After a while, Huge Jirel recovered his composure and poked his head out.

A piece of still smoking shrapnel was inserted on the edge of the crater. It was at most one and a half meters away from his head.

This thing really hits me on the head... It will lead to immortality.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, another Italian couldn't hold on any longer. He started to climb back!

It is difficult to climb on the snow without being noticed while wearing a gray military uniform.

What's more, this brother scared away several crows.

When the brother saw the crow flying away in fright, he simply imitated the man just now and stood up and ran in the direction of his own people.

Although I don't want to be exposed, I can't let go of such a good target.

Hugjiril had itchy hands and fired a shot. However, his hands were numb after being frozen for a day, so he had more strength to pull the trigger.

This shot broke the guy's leg!

The guy howled miserably and rolled on the snow, his blood staining a large area of ​​snow red.

When Hugjiril retreated, the mg-42 machine gun behind him fired.

They are all short bursts!

The beating caused snowflakes to fly around the wounded Italian soldier, and the bullet broke his other leg and an arm.

When the Italian soldier struggled to climb back with one arm, shooting became fun.

Two mg-42 machine guns fire in short bursts.

He crawled this way, and the bullet hit him right in front of him.

He turned around and crawled to the other side, and another bullet hit him in front of him.

Hugjiril couldn't figure out whether it was the machine gunner who was playing for fun, or the observation post who wanted to tease the enemy's howitzer into firing.

I heard two days ago that the artillerymen came from the rear with some young men with university degrees.

The location of the howitzer artillery position can be inferred based on the impact point of the artillery shell.

Hugjiril felt that what he said was a little weird. He could also calculate where the cannonballs were coming from, but the shaman didn't have that ability.

But Bayan said that this may be true.

From the opposite position, someone started shouting something in Italian.

Hugjirel couldn't hear clearly and couldn't understand either.

The enemy's artillery position finally couldn't bear it anymore and started firing.

But I don’t know what kind of shell the Italians fired. When it hit the ground, the explosion was very small, but plumes of thick smoke came out.

"No! Poison gas!" Bayan shouted, took out a gas mask from his backpack and put it on his face.

Hugjiril also put on a gas mask, and he looked extremely nervous. Because the smoke was floating behind him, he couldn't even see the Ming army's position.

The Ming army is now talking about poison and becomes angry. After all, Tsaritsin's lesson is too profound.

Just when everyone was on guard against poisonous gas, six gray figures jumped out more than 200 meters in front of Hugjiril.
Chapter completed!