There were so many mortar shells captured that these guys naturally didn't know how to cherish them. There was a burst of bombardment and the rate of fire was astonishing. It wasn't until the barrel was red that they stopped to pour snow on the barrel.

They don't care whether the artillery can still fire tomorrow. It is more serious to give the attacking troops enough fire support and to save a few brothers from being killed.

Zu Kuan commanded the soldiers to run up to the top of the mountain with "clop" and "clop". The sound of breathing was so loud that it was as if he was pulling a broken bellows. Damn it, after so many years as a soldier, he charged on horseback. Now it's better.

Sayazi ran.

I am not an infantryman. I have to run five kilometers cross-country every day.

Rumbling artillery sounds rang out from the hills occupied by the Indian army. The Indian army fired artillery shells at the sacred Mount Kailash to hinder the Ming army's attack. The large troops of the Ming army fought hard to attack the mountains.

Smash the cannonball.

The rocket launchers were like meteors, flying into the air, then falling and hitting the Indian army's position. Many Indian rocket launchers were destroyed on the launchers before they had time to launch.

When Zu Kuan rushed to the front, the bearded company commander was covered in blood, and he didn't know whether it was someone else's or his. He was lying behind a rock with his men and shooting at the Indian troops on the top of the mountain.

A hundred or ten meters in front of the trench, there were many corpses lying on their backs. They were all lying on their backs, and none of them was running back.

Zu Kuan lay down behind the stone and watched for a while. No wonder it was so difficult to hit. There were three machine guns on the top of the mountain, and they would change their positions from time to time. The light machine guns were good at this, and they did not change positions quickly. They were not as deadly as heavy machine guns.

It's so heavy, it takes a long time to change the machine gun position.

The most annoying thing is that because they have a high altitude advantage, their grenades can be thrown very far, but the Ming army is attacking from above, and the grenades cannot be thrown up, so they lose a means of firepower.

"Go up with the grenades and knock out those machine guns for me." Because the leading company had to attack lightly, no one brought grenades or grenade launchers. When the follow-up troops came up, magic weapons like grenade launchers came into play.

The grenade launcher is like a small howitzer, designed to hit enemy fire points within three hundred meters. With a caliber of 50 mm, the explosive power is enough to send the machine gunner and his assistant shooter to the west.

Sure enough, as soon as the magical weapon like the grenade came out, the situation on the battlefield immediately changed. In less than ten minutes, all three machine guns were knocked out by the grenade. The remaining people were greeted by the grenade as if they were named.

Just when the fiery red morning sun had just faded and the silvery white sunlight was shining on the snow, Zu Kuan led his men to capture the position on the top of the mountain.

Only when we got to the main position did we realize that this place was actually a command post. Inside the huge underground bunker, there were the corpses of dozens of officers. The corpses lay scattered in a pool of blood. They looked no different from Abi Hell.

Just after he breathed a sigh of relief, Zu Kuan ordered the soldiers to disperse quickly so that they could grab the loot later.

According to Zu Kuan's experience, as long as an enemy position is captured, the army will definitely fall apart without any casualties. The Indian army uses a chain-link strategy, and the positions are like piercing meat skewers, layer by layer.

Defend the lead show to the death.

In this critical battle, a black tiger comes to take out your heart. Take your main position directly. Now you have to see the Ming army's artillery display its power. They blast down one hilltop after another. In a few days, this grassland and land will be destroyed.

All became the territory of Ming Dynasty.

No matter how happy you are today, you still have to face reality.

Zu Kuan was lying in the trench, holding a telescope in his hand and looking down.

The air was filled with the smell of barbecue, and through the thick smoke, you could see the shorter Indians mobilizing. The artillery fire from here was coming down from high, and the Indians were instantly trapped in the billowing smoke.

I have to admire that Master Man is really ruthless in this move of the black tiger. Mount Kailash is the highest peak here, and the artillery is almost invincible from the top. The men are reinforcing the position. If they want to regain the position, they will have to pay a heavy price.

Just the price.

More than forty people were killed in the sharp knife company, which was considered to be disabled. Twelve members of the teaching team also died. Zu Kuan felt distressed and his heart was throbbing. There were more than a hundred casualties in the entire regiment.

Achieving the victory of killing a battalion of Gurkhas is really nothing to show off.

The Gurkhas were completely wiped out, and not a single prisoner was captured, which made Zu Kuan a little unhappy. But there was no way, this battle was about a surprise attack. Many Gurkhas were blocked in the fortifications, and incendiary bombs were thrown into them.

If you want to survive the smoke and burn, you must have the skills of a monkey.

The burnt corpses of the Gurkhas were thrown down the steep hillside. Some rolled down a hundred or ten meters and were stopped by stones. Some unlucky ones were not stopped, and ended up falling down the mountain after constant collisions, and were broken into pieces.

Those corpses that were not burnt were thrown directly down. There were many vultures in the sky, just waiting to eat the flesh of these people. After the herdsmen here died, they always had the habit of sky burial. The vultures were very skilled at eating people, and there was no one.

Picky.

Zu Kuan had seen the process of sky burial, which was actually to cut a person into eight pieces and then feed them to vultures. He didn't understand what these people were thinking, but after all, the Han people paid attention to burial in the ground, so it was best to take them back to their hometown for burial.

Zu Kuan could not bring the corpses of his men back to the Ming Dynasty, so he had to search for firewood, set it up and burn it directly. The vultures who were waiting to pick up meat beside the wooden shelf were frightened by the flames and fled around.

I ran up the slope for a few steps, then fluttered my wings and flew up into the blue sky.

Not a single corpse of the brothers should be left behind. After burning the ashes, put them in an urn and take them back for burial. This can be regarded as being laid to rest in their hometown.

There were several people from Jinzhou in the teaching team, and Zu Kuan took a torch and lit them on fire with his own hands. During his lifetime, he was a stirrer in the pot, so he shouldn't have cared about the problem of the ashes being mixed together.

After finishing all this work, I saw that it was already afternoon.

Zu Dayong, who was in charge of logistics, led more than 200 soldiers and climbed up to the position carrying food. Everyone carried a pole covered with a small quilt, and inside the quilt was a large meat bun wrapped in oil paper.

They are really big meat buns. One bun is as big as a palm. The big buns stuffed with beef and radish make oil drip from the corners of your mouth when you take a bite. Because they are wrapped in cotton quilts, they are still warm when they are sent to the battlefield.

Some people were carrying hot rice porridge, and the soldiers filled the cans with the porridge after they had finished eating. It was very enjoyable to eat the steamed buns and the porridge in one bite!

Zu Kuan ate three steamed buns and drank porridge from a can while basking in the sun. Zu Dayong took out cigarettes from his arms, took out two cigarettes, put them in his mouth, lit them, and gave one to Zu Kuan. They were all Zu Kuan.

The family has children, and they have been friends since childhood. Otherwise, Zu Kuan would not trust Zu Da to take care of the logistics.

"It's time to eat. You have to bring your cotton-padded jackets and quilts before the sun goes down. Otherwise, you'll freeze to death here all night." In the afternoon, Zu Kuan already felt that

It was a bit chilly due to the wind.

"Don't worry! The carriage has been pulled to the foot of the mountain. Give me five hundred people, otherwise I won't be able to break it open with my few hands." Zu Dayong also took a puff of his cigarette.

"Cough cough cough!" Just after taking two puffs, Zu Kuan felt that his chest was so tight that he almost coughed out his lungs after a series of coughs.

"Damn it, forget about it! People say that this mountain is too high and there is a gas problem! Put your cigarette out quickly, damn it! What the hell is this place, they don't even allow you to smoke Ansheng cigarettes.

Hey...! Put out the cigarette, you little bastards, put out the cigarette quickly." At this time, Zu Dayong remembered the old herdsman's advice, picked up stones and threw them at the soldiers who were smoking in the distance.

In order to avoid the stones thrown by Zu Da, the soldiers ran around. They threw away the cigarette butts in their hands. Some wanted to scold them when they were stoned. When they saw the director of the logistics department, they did not dare to say anything.

After throwing stones a few times, Zu Dayong felt like the world was spinning and he quickly sat on the ground to adjust his breathing. It took a while before he could finally catch his breath.

After dinner, Zu Kuan recruited a thousand people for Zu Dayong and followed him down the mountain to transport cotton-padded jackets, quilts and parts of howitzers up the mountain.

There were only six 120mm howitzers, all of which were dismantled into pieces. They were carried up the mountain on their shoulders and hands. Two people even carried one shell, and they took turns carrying it up the mountain every 100 steps.

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The howitzers took advantage of the height advantage to shoot at other hilltops. This was simply a nightmare for the Indian army. The Ming army could slowly kill the Indians on each hilltop like a lattice jump. Mangui's attempt to control the grassland under the sacred Mount Kailash,

It can be realized immediately.

After occupying the sacred Mount Kailash, you can overlook the Pangong Lake below. What a pity! Although the Ming Dynasty's navy is invincible, there are only some wooden boats rowed by one person on the huge Pangong Lake.

Otherwise, by taking ships to defeat the last Indian positions, Ming Dynasty could enter the states in northern India to fight.

In the evening, the position was almost finished, and the order from the division headquarters arrived. Mangui's order was very simple. The Indians would use night battles to seize the position lost during the day. If you lose the position, then you also

Don't come back.

Zu Kuan was actually not afraid of Man Gui's words about not coming back. He knew that if he was surrounded, the person most worried about his safety would be Man Gui. The Liao army did not abandon the tradition of his brothers, no matter how difficult it was, they would

He will not abandon his brothers to the enemy.

Whether facing the fierce Jurchen Tatars, the Mongols, or today's Indians, the answer is the same.

Looking from a distance, we can see that the other two regiments are making a detour. As long as the Indian army's supply lines on the hills are cut off, the battle will be over. The Indians will either surrender or starve to death. There is no third way.

They choose.

The Liao army started with just a few hundred men on Pi Island, and they didn't like to fight head-on. They would either rely on their absolute advantage to catch small groups of enemies and beat them to death. Or they would take advantage of you when you were not prepared and hit you hard with cannons.

It leaves you with heavy casualties but no one can be touched.

This kind of strategy of cutting off people's logistics supplies is the most popular form of the Ming army. As long as your food route is blocked, the rest is waiting for you to starve to death or surrender voluntarily.

Anyway, no matter what kind of battle method it is, the Liao army's combat rules are unruly. If one day the Liao army fights you openly, then you might as well surrender, because by then the Liao army is already sure of victory.

People say that Li Xiao used his troops like a fox, Mangui used his troops like a jackal, and Ao Canghai used his troops like a tiger descending from the mountain.

Now Mangui is like a jackal that has smelled the scent of prey. Looking at it like this, he is not only thinking about the Indians on the mountain. He is also thinking about the Indian reinforcements. After occupying the sacred Mount Kailash, the Indians dare to set foot on it.

On the north bank of Pangong Lake, there is no difference between death and death. Firing artillery shells from the top of the mountain is definitely a beating, and the Indians have no room to fight back.

For a whole day, Zu Kuan did not come under any attack. He had time to rest and prepare the trenches that the Indians had already dug, and he also had the opportunity to pull heavy equipment such as howitzers up the hill.

In addition to ammunition, the capable Zu Dayong even transported a considerable amount of biscuits, fried steamed buns and canned food to the position. Even if they were surrounded for three to five days, it would definitely not be a problem.

Although Zu Kuan begged for the night to come later, the sky was still getting dark uncontrollably. With the light of the moon, the soldiers were sleeping in the trenches wearing cotton-padded jackets and wrapped in quilts. Although it was colder, they would not be blocked in the trenches.

Roast suckling pig inside.

When we were cleaning up the fortifications today, the scene inside was simply more terrifying than hell. A Gurkha soldier seemed to be driven into a hurry and squeezed into a crevice.

The Liao officers and soldiers studied for a long time, but they still couldn't figure out how this man got into such a narrow mountain gap. When he tried to pull him out, he just exerted force and his whole arm was pulled off. The broken arm was covered with grease and gave off the smell of barbecue.

The smell. This unlucky man was actually roasted alive.

Really crispy on the outside and tender on the inside!

The Indians still sent reinforcements. No matter what, the sacred Mount Kailash cannot fall into the hands of the Ming army so easily. As long as the sacred Mount Kailash is occupied, the north bank of Pangong Lake is impregnable, and no matter how many people come, they will die.

Nearly ten thousand people were gathered here and there, trying to regain the lost position.

The Indian soldiers at the foot of the mountain had a bad start. Before they even got close to the Ming army's position, explosions kept happening at their feet. Whenever someone stepped on or tripped over the mine fuse, they would hear panicked shouts. The panicked shouts were not heard.

After a while, you can hear explosions and screams.

The purpose of the Liao army's landmines was never to kill the enemy. The biggest effect of those landmines is to blow up your feet or calves. They will never consider blowing you to death. Leaving you rolling on the ground and screaming is very useful. Soldiers'

Screams will seriously weaken morale. Second, seriously injured soldiers need more people to take care of them. Such mines can be very effective in reducing the enemy's strength.

The most important thing is that as long as a soldier steps on a mine, the rest of the soldiers will feel that there are mines everywhere around them. The marching speed will be unstoppable, and the direct consequence will be a surprise attack by the Liao cavalry.

The traditional weapon of the cavalry is the saber, but the cavalry of the Liao Army is very different. The reason is that in the cavalry division, almost every soldier is equipped with a twenty-ring box cannon.

As long as this thing is fired, it is famous for its durability and lightness as it fires nine-millimeter intermediate bullets. The ammunition capacity of twenty bullets is enough to kill the enemy in front of you. If the enemy is lucky enough to come in front of you, a sword made of pure steel will
Chapter completed!