Fighting on the Right

Seeing that the opponent's position was enveloped by the fire and smoke of the bomb explosion, Tate Wanshuai proudly brought the cup in his hand to his mouth and took a sip of wine. This marshal who was born in a large Turkish noble family and participated in dozens of battles, large and small, has a strange hobby, which is to enjoy his troops charging while tasting red wine. Right now, his soldiers have entered the starting position, ready to attack after the shelling ceases.

At this time, on the opposite position, everyone was hiding in the trenches up to 2 meters deep, enduring the deafening explosions and the dust that kept falling from the top of their heads. Sergeant Hildeland is 27 years old. He retired from the German Army three years ago and worked on his own farm. Since there are 6 brothers in their family and the farm is not short of manpower, when he saw the 500 mark monthly recruitment notice of the mercenary, he resolutely signed up to participate. Now he has been in Turkey for 8 months. He has participated in the battle between Cassandra and Thessaloniki. Perhaps his dead grandfather was alive in the sky. Although he rushed to the forefront every time he fought, he was a small He has never been injured, and his comrades all call him "lucky little Xi". He sat at the bottom of the trench and smoked a cigarette leisurely. The falling clods had extinguished his cigarette more than once, but he showed no signs of dissatisfaction. He still struck the match again and again.

Hilderland belongs to the Second Regiment of the Mercenary. They are lined up next to the 15th Regiment of the People's Army. Next to him sits a very young Turk, covering his ears and looking forward blankly. Hildeland handed a cigarette. The Turk shook his head and said something in Turkish. Hildeland could not understand or understand what he said, but he still told him in German not to worry. The trench is safe. The man nodded seemingly, patted his chest and shouted, "Hakkari, Hakkari!"

Hildeland pointed at him, "Hakari?" The man nodded. He was called Hakari.

"Hildeland! Hildeland!" Hildeland also patted his chest, and the two people who had no language skills met in this way, and they exchanged gestures while gestures.

After half an hour, the shelling stopped. Hakari wanted to stand up, but Hildeland held him down and looked at the observation post not far away. After a while, the observation post sent a signal to indicate that the other party had begun to attack. Then he pulled Harika into the trench halfway. On the high steps of Mido, with a small head stretched out to look at the situation outside, countless Turkish infantrymen on the opposite side are marching slowly in a neat line.

Hildeland put the bullet in the bullet belt to the edge of the trench, and Harika prepared according to him.

"The ruler is 2000 meters!"

The officers in the trenches began to run back and forth, asking the soldiers to adjust the ruler on the rifle.

The atmosphere became tense, and the machine gunners pulled the bolt and put their fingers on the firing trigger.

At this time, the cannon behind the defensive square rang, and the cannonballs roared past the position, sending out brilliant fireworks around the opponent's queue. The opposing infantry began to disperse, rushing forward quickly, and quickly ran over 2000 meters away from the position.

"The ruler is 1500 meters!"

Snapped! Snapped...

At this time, the People's Army troops on the right of the position suddenly opened fire without order.

"Damn it!" Hildeland cursed in a low voice. Often, a few Turkish soldiers pulled the trigger ahead of time due to tension, and then the surrounding Turkish soldiers followed suit. This time it must be no exception.

Hakari tried to pull the trigger too, but Hildeland stopped it.

For the thousand-meter-long position, only the People's Army on the right was playing happily, and the mercenary positions in the middle and left were very calm. It took a long time for the gunshots on the right to gradually stop, but the officer over there was already running profusely.

At a distance of less than two kilometers in front of the position, all government soldiers were lying on the ground, looking black and heavy. The bullets of the People's Army caused little harm to them, only the falling shells threw some mutilated limbs into the air.

As the sharp whistle sounded, the soldiers lying on the ground climbed up amidst the shouts of the officers. They accelerated their pace and began to charge towards the position here.

"Cavalry!" The soldiers at the observation post suddenly shouted loudly, and a large group of Turkish cavalry rushed out from behind the charging infantry with their sabers.

In the distance, Tate Wanshuai took a sip of wine triumphantly again, and in a blink of an eye his cavalry went to the sides of the opponent's position, where there were no mines and barbed wire.

"Fire! Fire on the cavalry!" The officers gave orders very anxiously. The machine guns began to roar, and the soldiers' right hands began to pull the trigger, pull the gun, and pull the trigger again.

The Turkish cavalry who rushed in the front stared wide-eyed and watched blood spurting out of their chests. After losing control of their bodies, they planted straight forward, and were stepped on by the horses of the cavalry behind into a mass of mud.

The machine guns on the position madly threw out bullet shells with light smoke, causing huge damage to the cavalry swarming, but the cavalry sprinting speed is too fast, they will be from thousands of seconds. Mi Wai rushed to the front, so that the defending soldiers did not even have time to use the grenades.

"Get down!" Hildeland pressed Hakari's head under the trench, and a brown Turkish war horse was striding over them.

The foremost Turkish cavalry rushed through the trenches from the two wings of the position. The machine gunmen in the trenches began to evacuate from the battle position. If they were still carried by the machine guns, they would soon be killed by the cavalry screaming by cutting watermelons.

"Grenade, hurry up and throw the grenade!" Hildeland yelled at the soldiers around him and threw a grenade at the cavalry. The German soldiers around him also started tossing grenades.

"Hakari! Quick!" Hildeland looked at his Turkish brother, who was sitting on the ground in the trench dumbly, holding his rifle at a loss.

At this time, some of the cavalry who rushed through the trench were ready to continue to rush forward, but some stopped and drew their pistols to shoot at the enemy in the trench. For a while, their speed slowed down and their formation became chaotic. The loss of speed of the cavalry means the loss of life. On a small hillside 100 meters behind the trench, a position of more than 10 machine guns composed of Maxim gave the group of cavalry spinning a fatal blow.

The grenades of the soldiers in the trenches also brought huge damage to the subsequent cavalry, and forcibly contained the wave of cavalry. Then the soldiers began to shoot the Turkish cavalry who were staying nearby with their rifles. More and more cavalry fell off their horses. Finally, after a whistle, the remaining hundreds of cavalry all rode away.

The soldiers of the German and People's Army on the defensive side had no time to celebrate, because just as they were fighting with the cavalry, the opposing infantry had already used flesh and blood to pave the way through the minefield after paying huge casualties. Now he is using rifle stocks, bayonets and grenades against the barbed wire there two hundred meters away.

Fortunately, the machine gunmen had returned to the battle position, and Maxim and the Firebird began to roar again, and the mortar shells continued to smash the government soldiers who rushed to the barbed wire.

Soon, the barbed wire fence was filled with dead bodies.

Tate Wanshuai gently put down the wine glass and signaled that the soldiers of the first wave of offensive retreat to the starting position. After half an hour, the artillery fire began to focus on the barbed wire area in front of the opponent's position.