The vast swaths of snow turned a strange red color, and the only sound in my ears was the howling north wind.

Streams of snow foam were swept up by the strong wind and shot straight into the sky!

Sereov quickly turned his head and pointed the back of his head into the wind. The snow particles hit his face, causing burning pain.

There was a "crackling" sound from the cotton hat, and Sereov felt that he was about to suffocate from the cold.

"How long until the shift changes!"

"When the moon is higher than the treetops!"

"Damn it, why doesn't the moon rise yet?"

"Stop talking, listen to the sound."

"Get lost, I didn't hear anything except the wind."

Sereov cursed and started jogging in the trench. He would be warmer if he exercised.

As long as the moon is higher than the treetops, you can enter the trench and warm yourself by the fire.

It was so cold that he felt like he was going to freeze to death.

"Stop stamping your feet, there seems to be a sound, there really is a sound."

"Get out!"

Sereov was still stamping his feet, and the gun in his hand had long been thrown to the ground. Now the barrel of the gun accidentally stuck to his face, maybe he could scrape off a piece of skin.

"There is really a sound. If you don't believe it, just listen."

Sereov pricked up his ears, but still couldn't hear. His hat ears were lowered, blocking his ears.

"Damn it, are you stupid...!" Sereov stopped talking because he found that the ground was shaking. The snow on the edge of the trench was constantly collapsing into the trench.

Finally, he heard a ghostly roar.

The sound sounded like the roar of evil spirits from hell!

"What is that?"

I raised my head and saw a dozen black bumps suddenly appearing in the snow.

These black lumps have a terrifying and strange cry, and you can even faintly hear the "squeaking" sound of steel rubbing against each other.

"Enemy attack! It's an enemy attack!

Enemy attack!" Sereov shuddered and immediately jumped up and ran towards the bunker.

"Come out quickly, the enemy is attacking! The enemy is attacking!

Bang...!" As he walked, he fired a shot into the sky.

Soon, everyone in the underground bunker came out.

"Machine gun, on the machine gun rack.

Mortars, fire, fire!"

By the time the Austro-Hungarian defenders took up their positions, the Ming army's tank troops had already rushed less than 500 meters to the front.

Mortar shells landed in the middle of the tank formation one after another, and shrapnel hit the tanks with a clanking sound.

There were even mortar shells that directly hit the front armor of the tank, but before the mortar shell could explode, it was directly bounced off by the hard armor.

"Oh, God, what is that?"

"Damn, what kind of monster is that."

"Machine gun, machine gun, shoot them!"

On the Austro-Hungarian position, the soldiers shouted.

Four hundred meters!

The Maxim heavy machine gun began to fire ferociously, and bullets hit the front armor of the tank, causing sparks to fly immediately.

But no matter how sparks flew, the tank showed no sign of stopping.

"boom!"

The tank flashed for a moment, and then the machine gunner and Maxim heavy machine gun were blown away.

Soon, the Ming army stood on top of the tank and began to fire at the Austro-Hungarian army positions with the 12.7mm heavy machine gun on the roof.

One tank opened fire, followed by dozens more.

Bullets were fired more densely than raindrops, and all the Austro-Hungarian soldiers were pinned in the trenches. If anyone dared to show his head, he would be killed by burst bullets.

The tanks continued to fire while approaching the Austro-Hungarian front line.

"Boom!" There was a violent explosion, the heavy tank jumped on the spot, and thick smoke soon appeared.

"Boom!" There was another sound, and another tank lay down.

The other Ming army tanks continued to move forward as if they were invisible.

Various landmines are constantly being detonated under the crushing force of the tracks.

However, these are obviously small landmines and cannot directly blow up tanks like the two just mentioned.

Nowadays, the miniaturization of landmines is a common trend in the world. Speaking of which, this trend started in the Ming Dynasty.

Soldiers of the Ming Dynasty would carry some fist-sized landmines with them. Not only were they very convenient to deploy, but they were also powerful enough to blow up a person's feet.

A soldier without legs is considered to have lost his combat effectiveness. Moreover, it will take two or even three people to carry him away.

In an instant, three or four people will lose their fighting ability.

No one is stupid, this kind of extremely cost-effective thing has naturally become a trend.

But this kind of small landmine is blind when it encounters a tank. It can blow off a person's feet, but it cannot break the steel tracks.

The tracks "squeaked" as they ran over the mine, and there was just a cloud of snowflakes exploding on the ground. It didn't even feel big inside the tank.

The mortars continued to fire, but had little effect on the tanks.

Even if the shell hits the tank armor and explodes, it will not tear the front armor.

However, the mortars did cause some damage to the infantry following the tanks.

Finally, a tank discovered the location of the mortar position.

As a series of tracer bullets were fired, at least a dozen shells hit the mortar position one after another.

Immediately afterwards, a series of explosions came over.

The ammunition exploded!

The tank stopped more than fifty meters away from the enemy's line, and machine guns continued to fire at the Austro-Hungarian army's position, suppressing the people on the position so that they did not dare to show their faces.

The infantrymen from behind rushed forward, stepping on the snow up to their knees, shooting as they walked.

From time to time someone would take out a grenade and throw it directly into the foxhole.

The people inside the tank could see the blasted dirt flying up inside the foxhole.

The Ming infantry quickly cleared out the people in the trenches.

There are still some lucky guys hiding in some underground bunkers. No matter how much they shout outside, they just won't come out and surrender.

The Ming army threw something like a grenade inside, and soon thick smoke billowed out of the underground bunker.

The people inside sprang out like rabbits, with snot and tears flowing from their noses. After they came out, they didn't care about surrendering and lay on the ground coughing non-stop.

It felt like I was coughing my lungs out!

The Ming army did not want to fight here. After disarming them, they directly stuffed them into the back of the tractor and packed them away.

The prisoners are all brothers' money, and they cannot be killed for fun like the Russians.

The remaining Ming army tanks quickly rolled over the Austro-Hungarian army's line and continued to advance.

The infantrymen boarded the RV towed by the tractor and continued to move forward with the tank.
Chapter completed!