It took some effort for the Ming army to capture the port!

The port is full of mines laid by the Foreign Legion, as well as a large number of explosives.

Because it is a port, there are naturally many boxes for cargo.

No one knew whether the box he used as a bunker contained cargo or explosives.

"Don't get close to those boxes!" Gao Jiu shouted at the top of his lungs.

Of course he shouted in Ming dialect!

The Ming soldiers were stunned for a moment and immediately stayed away from those boxes.

The Gurkha soldiers didn't understand, and then a violent explosion sent Gao Jiu flying.

In Basra, in Damascus, in Adana!

After encountering countless bomb attacks, these people are still so brainless on the battlefield.

They are all veterans!

These are all lessons gained with blood, why don’t you know how to cherish them...!

Even if you don't cherish other people's lives, is this how you give away your own life?

With no time to worry about those damn Gurkhas, Gao Jiu felt like he was going to die.

All the bones in my body seemed to be broken, and everything hurt up and down.

"Company Commander! Company Commander!" A medical soldier ran over and pulled Gao Jiu behind a room.

A string of machine gun bullets swept over and penetrated the wall. The bullets grazed the medic's back and flew past.

Fortunately, I was crouching down, because if I had stood, I would have been hit by a bullet.

Before the medical soldier could get scared, he saw Gao Jiu, who was sitting against the wall, looking directly at his own crotch.

There was blood seeping out of the crotch area of ​​the camouflage pants.

Injury anywhere is not worrying. Gao Jiu would rather lose an arm and a leg than lose his little brother.

The medical soldiers, who were also men, certainly knew what Gao Jiu was worried about.

After pulling twice, Gao Jiu's belt was not taken off.

In desperation, he pulled out the dagger tied to Gao Jiu's boots.

"Swish" and "swish" twice, Gao Jiu's pants were cut open.

I pulled down my dirty panties and took a look!

"Captain Gao, still here!"

This sentence made Gao Jiu feel relieved. Although his crotch was chilly, only his little brother was here, who could care about this.

Underwear is something that soldiers can save as much as possible.

Although the Ming army issued three new pairs of underwear every month, few veterans wore them.

Only those stupid Gurkhas would wear it.

Later, after several rapid marches, their thighs became red and swollen, and they no longer wore them.

In the Ming army, those who wear underwear are definitely new soldiers.

"I'm fine! Helmet, give me the helmet." After taking a few sips of the water brought by the medical soldiers, Gao Jiu felt that he could still fight for a while.

"Captain Gao, the stretcher will be here soon and will be taken to the rear for you. You still have your crotch open." The medical soldier was anxious just now and the incision was relatively large.

"Grandma, I'll settle the score with you after the fight is over."

Gao Jiu picked up his helmet, slapped it on his head, picked up his Aka rifle and charged forward again.

As soon as he rushed out, a bullet grazed the helmet and flew past.

Damn it, not only did my crotch feel chilly, but my back also felt chilly.

A tactic rolled in and hid behind a big rock.

Looking around, I can see that I have at most one platoon of Gurkhas with me.

They were all lying on the ground, or shooting at the foreign legions next to their bunkers.

These guys in the Foreign Legion are not incompetent, many of the machine gunners are Swiss.

The machine gun fired steadily and accurately, and one machine gun suppressed an entire platoon of Gurkhas.

There is no way, the Gurkhas are equipped with European rifles captured in large quantities by the Ming army.

The only difference from the French army is that there is no need to fire a bullet and pull the bolt.

"Machine gun! Where are the machine guns, are they all fucking dead?" Gao Jiu shouted angrily.

"The machine gunner is dead. He was killed by a mortar shell." A Gurkha man leaned behind a stone and shouted in reply to Gao Jiu.

"Fuck!" Gao Jiu didn't understand everything the Gurkha said.

I just understood the words "die" and "mortar"!

These two words are enough!

"Grenade! Grenadier!"

Without the machine gun, naturally we can only use grenade launchers.

There was no hope for the company's mortars. If they had been there, the machine gun position on the opposite side would have been blocked long ago. That's what they did.

No one answered him!

The guy who just answered Gao Jiu's call was hit by a bullet in his helmet.

You can't see whether it was penetrated or not. You can only see his head tilted to one side in a weird posture.

Gao Jiu lay on the ground and rummaged around, and he actually saw the body of the grenade launcher.

Roll over a few times and crawl over, then pull out the grenade as quickly as possible and the ammunition bag that can hold the ammunition.

As soon as his hand left the body, two bullets hit the body.

The minced meat flew to Gao Jiu's face and stuck directly to it. It was so sticky that it made him feel uncomfortable.

Gao Jiu scampered and hid behind the house before he dared to remove the scraps of flesh from his face.

The machine gun fire caused foam to fly, and Gao Jiu quickly climbed to the other side of the house.

He took out the grenade and poked his head out to see the approximate distance to the machine gun position.

Without stopping, he quickly loaded the propellant and shells.

While the machine gun was hitting others, he quickly got out of the corner.

Kneel on the ground with one foot against the grenade.

Twist the pin hard!

"Boom!" The sound of the shot was not loud. Gao Jiu didn't dare to look at the point of impact. He hid behind the house again!

Soon the sound of explosions came, and the sound of machine guns only paused for more than ten seconds.

You can tell by the sound that you missed it!

Gao Jiu quickly pulled out another round of ammunition. This was the last grenade shell. If it was gone, he would have to rely on the old Aka in his hand.

Listening to the continuous sound of machine guns, I silently thought about the sound of machine guns.

When the sound of the machine gun stopped, Gao Jiu's body sprang out like a civet cat.

Still firing from a kneeling position, a shell flew out accurately.

"Boom!" After an explosion, the sound of the machine gun disappeared.

All that could be heard was the sound of a rifle firing like a small whip.

"Dry!

Charge!" Gao Jiu shouted, picked up the Aka rifle and started to fire!

The Gurkhas were not stupid either. When they heard the sound of the machine gun coming down, they knew the machine gun had been killed.

A group of Gurkhas rushed out from behind the bunker with rifles with bayonets in their hands. They fired randomly while running!

This is how they fired their guns when charging. Rather than shooting, it was more about building up their courage.

After knocking down several Gurkha soldiers, the foreign legionnaire also rushed out from behind the bunker made of sandbags.

The cold light on the bayonet flashed, and dozens of soldiers from both sides howled and collided with each other.

For a moment, there was a "pop" and "pop" sound of the bayonet piercing the human body, screams of people, and curses in various languages.

This makes it impossible for the troops behind both sides to fire any more!

If it were the Ming Army, this level of hand-to-hand combat should be resolved within two to three minutes.

They were all armed with pistols, and fighting within five meters was all hand-to-hand combat for them.
To be continued...