Volume 3: Confrontation! The Run of Civilization Chapter 532: Ming Army Joins the War (Part 2)
“Boom boom~!”
As the Ming army gunners pulled the gun ropes, within a few breaths, three shells fell almost simultaneously in the center of Rumanai village, causing a huge explosion and setting the surrounding houses on fire.
"Guard Company, organize people to put out the fire immediately! We cannot be exposed to the light."
"Yes, Colonel."
"Send a communication ship to notify the warships at sea and ask them to provide fire support. Tell the Casti that our army is distributed in an area extending two kilometers inland from the coastline. Don't hurt us by mistake."
"Yes, Colonel."
"Orders, the first battalion will move forward and use the newly built machine gun positions as support to set up a defense line. The second battalion will build a second line of defense at the entrance of the village. The third battalion will dig simple trenches in the village."
Faced with the sudden bombardment, Garcia did not panic at all. Instead, he issued instructions in an orderly manner.
Outside the village, after his artillery fired two rounds of artillery, Luo Xiong personally led a battalion of soldiers to attack the village of Rumanai.
The weather was very clear that night, with almost no clouds in the night sky, and the bright moonlight shone directly on the desert, giving the Ming soldiers a better view while also reflecting the outlines of their figures unobstructed in the sand dunes.
Therefore, when the Ming army soldiers advanced to about seven or eight hundred meters away from the machine gun position that the Western Army had urgently set up, amid the huge sounds of "da da da, da da da", several tongues of fire suddenly appeared on the dark position of the enemy.
A Ming soldier who was running in the front suddenly paused, and then his comrades behind him heard him groan and fall down. The soldier behind him didn't have time to reach out to help him, and he was pushed to the ground by an older soldier who rushed in third.
The soldier who had just been pressed to the ground, before he had time to spit out the sand he had just swallowed, felt a small but fierce storm passing rapidly over his head.
"Pfft, pfft." After the noise above his head died down, the soldier who was pressed directly into the sand turned his head slightly and pulled his mouth and nose out of the sand. After spitting out several mouthfuls of sand, he turned his head to another direction again: "Thanks, squad leader, you saved my life."
"Humph, you new recruits, I told you to bend your backs, but you straightened up while running. I never saw you straighten your backs so straight during the MD military training!"
"I, I have been in the army for a year and a half."
"So what? Have you ever been to the battlefield? I rolled out of Manila. All right, let's crawl along the sand and see if the big guy Zhao who rolled over is dead. If he's not dead, find a way to drag him over here."
"yes."
After arranging this, the old squad leader leaned against the sand dune and turned back: "Lao Liang, where is our leopard?"
"Almost there! These two new recruits are running too fast. Lao Fang and the others carrying the leopards in the back can't keep up."
This is a squad of the Ming New Army after reorganization: However, this squad is different from other ordinary infantry squads. Ordinary infantry squads usually have a squad leader, a squad deputy, and thirteen soldiers. All are equipped with the Apocalypse 1 type five-round magazine rifle. In combat, each soldier has four grenades, five magazines, and a bayonet, that's all.
This infantry squad, which was mostly composed of veterans who had experienced the Battle of Manila, was a heavy firepower squad that only one company had: the whole squad still consisted of fifteen people. It was divided into three combat groups. The first group was still equipped with ordinary rifles, and the second group was equipped with a light machine gun. During the advance of the light machine gun, one soldier carried the gun, one soldier carried the ammunition box, and three soldiers guarded or rotated. The third group was the mortar group: due to the poor material science and technology, the total weight of the Jaguar 1 mortar of the Ming Dynasty at that time exceeded 200 kilograms. It was impossible for a professional weightlifter to carry this thing alone to advance. Therefore, in daily charges, the Jaguar was divided into a barrel, a gun carriage, and a gun mount, and each was carried forward by three soldiers. The other two soldiers were responsible for carrying the ammunition box.
In addition to being different from ordinary infantry squads in offensive firepower, the heavy firepower squad also has different protective measures.
The annual steel production of the Ming Dynasty at that time was only more than 500,000 tons, and most of it was taken by the navy. In addition to making guns and cannons, the rest had to take care of civilian needs. Therefore, the steel helmet, which was extremely important for soldiers, was still not fully equipped by the Ming Dynasty at that time. The helmets of ordinary Ming infantrymen were still made of cloth. Only the heavy firepower squads of each company wore steel helmets.
The best weapons and the best protective gear naturally also have to bear the greatest responsibility. And now, the flames that keep flashing about a few hundred meters away are what this heavy firepower team must knock out.
In a few breaths, the second group, the light machine gun group, also arrived. Two minutes later, the mortar group also arrived with a "grunt" sound.
After climbing up the ridge of the dune twice, the old squad leader took out a Z-shaped telescope from his arms, carefully raised it up and observed for a while. He heard a faint sound behind him: the mortar was beginning to be assembled.
"Lao Liang, set up the light machine guns and prepare for suppressive fire. Lao Fang, 830 meters, 11 o'clock. Come up and take a look for yourself!"
"Okay!"
Just as the heavy firepower squad was intensively preparing, a huge whistling sound exploded above their heads. Then, as soon as they raised their heads, they felt as if a dark shadow flashed across their sight.
In just a few seconds, they saw loud noises and fierce flames coming from behind them.
"Did the Western bandits bring the heavy artillery ashore? Or was it the naval guns?"
"Who cares! As long as there are no trenches and barbed wire, it won't be a problem. I don't believe it. We have just evacuated the village for such a short time, and they have already dug trenches and put up barbed wire? Quick, quick, move faster . Lao Fang, how about it, how many rounds will it take to knock it down?"
"How many rounds?" The guy called Lao Fang was short but very strong. "It's just a makeshift fortification made with a few sandbags. Two rounds at most."
While the two were talking, they heard a familiar tapping sound about a hundred meters away from their left.
"Oh my god, this is the heavy firepower squad of the Second Company, right? How come they are so close to us? Oh my god, hurry up! If the machine gun position on the opposite side is taken down by the Second Company, where will our First Company put its face?"
"Okay." Putting down the Z-type telescope, Lao Fang skillfully adjusted the angle of the mortar he had just assembled. Then he whispered, "Fire the shells."
The assistant who had been waiting impatiently quickly and steadily put a mortar shell into the barrel. After that, the shell quickly took off into the air and then smashed into the opponent's machine gun position at a high speed.
After a whistling sound, the shell landed three meters away from the Spanish machine gun position. Although it did not hit directly, the flying shrapnel and the large amount of sand stirred up were enough to cause damage to the machine gunner in the position and temporarily prevent him from firing.
In the dark night, when the flames were temporarily extinguished, hundreds of figures emerged from the dune ridge where the old squad leader was, almost at the same time. They were in groups of three or five, taking turns to cover each other, and rushed forward quickly and firmly.
…
"Colonel, the Chinese have stormed into the village. I strongly recommend that you retreat to the ship immediately!"
"How is it possible? How could it be? Although time is tight and we don't have enough time to build any permanent fortifications, how could we not even hold out for two hours!"
"Colonel, the biggest problem is that the enemy can always quickly knock out our machine gun positions. Without the fire support provided by machine guns, our soldiers can't fight against the enemy's elusive artillery with just rifles!"
"Why, why is the Chinese artillery so flexible? It's like the shells have eyes and can hit wherever they are pointed?"
Garcia hadn't finished sighing when he heard screams in various accents coming from the front: There was no doubt that the enemy's vanguard had already rushed into the village, and the soldiers of both sides, in addition to greeting each other with hot weapons, also initiated hand-to-hand combat at the same time!
"Maldita Sea!" After cursing angrily, Garcia said, "Order the third battalion to rely on the houses and the newly dug trenches to cover the retreat. The first and second battalions retreat and board the ships!"
"yes."
"Light up the fleet at sea and have them adjust the distance of their fire support to one kilometer south of the coastline!"
