Traveler Major League

Chapter 141 The Last Resistance

After breaking through two checkpoints in a row, the whole picture of Baihu Ridge finally revealed its true appearance. Behind the checkpoint is a steep slope with an inclination angle of nearly [-] degrees. There is only a stone step with two people's shoulder width beside the rock wall, and there is no chain on the other side. At the bottom of the railing, there are many rocks, nearly [-] meters long. At the end of the railing, there is a road between two huge rocks. The height of the huge rock is about ten meters high, and there are small battlements on it.

Looking at the dangerous terrain, Liu Ze realized for himself the meaning that words can't replace seeing it in person. This place is obviously a dangerous place where one man should guard the ground and ten thousand men cannot open it. Baihuling really deserves its reputation.

"Commander, this is the Baichi Gorge. As long as you go up, you will have a smooth journey." Wei Zi introduced to the silent Liu Ze. He had only heard of it before, and this was the first time he had seen such a miracle of nature.

Yang Zeming asked, "Is there any water source on the top of the mountain?"

"Maybe there is, even if there is no water source for this period of time, I am afraid that a lot of water will be stored." Liu Ze said.

Weizi clasped his fists and said, "Commander is wise, there is indeed a spring on the top of the mountain, and I heard there is still a field."

Seeing this, Li Kefu shook his head, "It would be exhausting to run up this kind of danger, let alone go up to fight. Let's focus on siege."

"That's not right. Recently, the Ming army's blockade has become more and more strict. The local tyrants and squires have also begun to train the village soldiers. Especially this Baihuling, who is in the encirclement of our army, has also learned to start distributing money to the village households." For the land, reduce the rent to [-]%, right?" Liu Ze asked.

Seeing Liu Ze's gaze, Wei Zi hurriedly responded, "Yes, yes, that's what they said when they went down the mountain to kill people in the village."

"So we have to kill them, pull out this stronghold and connect our territory together. This is a battle for people's hearts." Liu Ze made up his final resolution, no longer discussing whether to fight or not, but how to fight.

While everyone was discussing how to attack, there was a sudden shout of killing from the top of the mountain, Yang Zeming stood up and looked at the direction of the sound, "Could it be that the two newly created combos went up?"

"Don't wait, the artillery platoon will set up the cannon and fire at the top of the mountain, hitting the top of the rock wall on the top, and killing the enemy with shrapnel." Liu Ze turned his head and said to Yang Zeming and the company commanders: "You guys Red-haired man company, play forward, I will strengthen you two platoons of riflemen and explosive packs, take advantage of the chaos above to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop, we have no time to dawdle."

"Obey." Several company commanders and deputy company commanders clasped their fists and went to organize the troops. After a while, the artillery fired first, and two shells flew out of the barrel and hit the rock wall almost at the same time. One blasted shrapnel and iron beads like a goddess. It splashed on the top of the boulder like scattered flowers, and the other one failed to detonate due to the angle problem and fell straight down. It bounced along the steep mountain and disappeared in the mountain.

At this time, Bai San immediately squatted down in the crowd when the first cannon rang, and when the cannonball exploded in the sky, the other Zhuang Ding who hadn't figured out the situation came into intimate contact with the shrapnel, and the iron beads shot at the shrapnel. There was a spark from the rocks, and a mass of corpses lay on the ground.

Bai San's desire to escape gained the upper hand again, he used his hands and feet to pull the corpse, and crawled towards the main village.

"Bai San, you fucking come here." The uncle of the Bai family yelled, and then lay on the edge of the rock, looking down from the brick battlement, "Fire, fire, kill that Help Guisun."

Someone shouted: "The thieves have come up from the edge of the mountain. They are really powerful."

"Master, what should we do?" Bai San turned his head again, and crawled to the side of the Bai family uncle, his hands and feet were covered with blood, but it belonged to someone else.

The uncle of the Bai family looked Bai San up and down, "We'll just guard here, if we can't keep it, we'll die."

"What should I do if there are people coming up the mountain? Shall I take someone to see?" Bai Sanxin said, "You guys and the People's Army have a revenge for stealing money and killing your life, but I don't. I just want to lead Erya to live a peaceful life.

"It's useless to come from there, we'll all be burnt up in one fire, we're all going to die here, think about Erya, those thieves attack, what can Erya do well?"

"Oh, sir, I listen to you." Bai San replied fiercely, as if venting his fear, he also stretched his head to look down.

At this time, there were five more gunshots on the top of the rock, and then they were submerged in the shouts of the red-haired man's attack. With long eyes, he waded through the dense formation of red-haired barbarians. After a muffled sound of broken bones and rain of blood, at least 20 people lay down in the team, and the eagle ran in the middle with a shield in one hand and a knife in the other. The location, only to feel that the crowd that was originally crowded suddenly thinned out, and I couldn't help being stunned.

Bernard pushed him hard behind him, "Come on, the cannon will only go off once, so go up quickly."

Being pushed a bit staggered, Ying gritted his teeth, and no longer thought about struggling upwards. He thought in his heart that if he killed one, he would get a little fairy, and if he killed two, he would get two. . .

These young and strong men with a history of non-cooperation were also exiled to the army to make up for the loss of being the forwards of each battle. Although the battle for more than a month was a favorable situation, they also lost more than 100 red-haired barbarians in total. The storm is the most costly battle so far. After a few rounds of shelling, the intensive killings surpassed all the previous casualties, and nearly a hundred troops were lost, while the remaining 400 people are still lining up for the risky attack. A deserter.

This crazy way of fighting made Bai San on the rock gasp. He leaned against the wall and panted heavily. These strange lunatics were completely different from the People's Army in his mind before. At this moment, he thought of Erya again. , Two more explosions woke him up.

This time the explosion was on the rock wall, but the shrapnel hit the red-haired savages who had already rushed down, killing and injuring dozens of people immediately.

"Stop the shelling, stop the shelling."

The artillerymen of the People's Army finally stopped shooting, which is prone to accidental injury, and the soil guns on the top of the rock wall are still firing with all their strength to block the steep slope full of flesh and blood. Because it is too sticky and slippery, the follow-up soldiers can no longer climb up easily. Red-haired barbarian soldiers kept sliding down the steep slope from the side, and fell to the ground in the rocks at the bottom of the slope.

"Fire, the mountain is on fire." A soldier shouted.

Yang Zeming turned his head at the narrow passage to look at the expressionless Liu Ze in the distance, then looked at the blood flowing down the stone steps and the red-haired subordinates lining up around him, his face twitched and he said: "All the red-haired men are naturalized. Battalion, each with a bundle of branches, or take off his clothes and put soil on the steps, and continue to attack."

Before the young man beside him could finish translating, Yang Zeming had already taken off his shirt, shoveled some soil with an engineer shovel on his bare upper body, threw it on the steps, picked up a Yuannian rifle and rushed up.

The other red-haired man also took off their shirts one after another, imitating Yang Zeming's method, and filed forward.

(End of this chapter)