Xiong Maozhang was sitting on the low wall built at the foot of the stone mountain, smoking a pipe. His soldiers had stripped off their arms and were digging trenches. The trenches must be further deepened and widened to effectively contain the enemy's attack. The ground in the distance was piled with

Cleaning up the weapons, armor and flags captured on the battlefield. The naked prisoners tied into strings were being escorted to the original Ming army camp on the mountain. It is now the temporary headquarters of the two battalions.

Zhu Mingxia was galloping back and forth on a captured bay-red Mongolian horse. It was a general's mount and was very impressive. Zhu Mingxia had dark skin and shaved his hair very short. He looked very capable. The horse hanging from his waist

It is not a standard Fubo Army officer's command knife, but a folding patterned steel Tang knife that he customized in the old time and space, and it is very beautifully decorated.

"This horse is good." He rode the horse to the low wall, turned over and dismounted, "but the harness is not good, and I am not used to the old-fashioned saddle."

"We are infantry officers," Xiong Maozhang blew out smoke rings. "You should not be a dragoon."

"I wish I had a horse." Zhu Mingxia patted the horse regretfully and asked a captured officer and soldier groom to take the horse away and send it to a village on the mountain.

"It was said on the radio that 5,000 more officers and soldiers have arrived, with 3,000 in front and 2,000 in the back to support them. There are 1,800 of us in total, and we just suffered 100 casualties."

"It's not a big problem." Zhu Mingxia opened his map bag and spread out the map. "The enemy got anxious and used the most taboo tactic of adding fuel to the fire. We will continue to beat him until he can wait for work. Three thousand against one thousand eight, we still have something.

The odds are against it."

Generally speaking, the tactics remained unchanged. The 1st Infantry Battalion relied on simple field fortifications to defend, attracting officers and soldiers to attack the front. After the battle entered a stalemate, the 4th Infantry Battalion came out from the side and rear, directly swept its flanks, and severely damaged it.

Defeat. As long as there is a strong shield against the officers and soldiers by the special reconnaissance team, it will be difficult for the officers and soldiers to discover such a simple tactical cooperation. They can only rush towards the 1st Battalion's preset position and then crash like a blind man riding a blind horse.

His head was broken and bleeding.

"As long as we don't let them go to Qiongshan, we don't need to annihilate them all, and we don't need to rush to capture the prisoners - we can't deal with them if we capture too many. At this time, the official and military camp is still there, let the defeated soldiers escape to Chengmai and let He Rubin

Send someone to contain him. If he cripples his troops, he will be of no use to the frightened bird. Instead, it will drag down the morale of his entire army."

"That's it!" Xiong Maozhang nodded, "How much ammunition do you have now? I don't have much ammunition anymore. Each infantry only has a hundred rounds of ammunition."

"I will give you twenty rounds each. I am an assault force, and fifty rounds for each person is enough. When the time comes, I will see the red on my bayonet!" Zhu Mingxia said and wrote a ***, telling the orderly: "Go, give it

Battalion Quartermaster, ask him to send 20,000 rounds of ammunition immediately."

"It's a pity that there are not enough artillery shells, and we are still a little short of people."

Although the four 12-pound mountain howitzers that played a decisive role in the battle were portable and could be easily dragged by a few people, the shells and gunpowder contained a lot of weight. More than half of them had been consumed in the battle just now.

"It's okay, there are still grenades." Zhu Mingxia was very confident. In his opinion, having cannons would make the battle smoother and cause fewer casualties, but there was no suspense about the outcome of the battle.

"Two battalion commanders! The body of the Ming army general was found." A corporal came to report in a hurry.

"Oh? Go take a look!" Zhu Mingxia suddenly became energetic, and the two of them walked towards the health team who was cleaning the battlefield.

An armored corpse was lying on a stretcher. He looked like he was about thirty or forty years old. The armor on his body was very delicate. It should be a type of scale armor, not the rough armor worn by infantry that was just made of iron pieces.

, he and Xiong Maozhang knew very little about armor, but from the pattern of the armor, the brocade used for decoration and trimming, they knew that this armor could not be worn by ordinary officers, and it must be worn by a general.
Chapter completed!