Standing on the balcony on the third floor, Wang Zi realized that the situation in the southwest city had entered a white heat, and the flickering muzzle flames were as dense as the stars in the sky.

He was relieved to see that his courtyard was not in the area covered by the battle. With one arm hanging from his state, he really can't be loyal to the republic.

He looked up to North Star, made his way, and looked north. He finally realized that he had mistaken the direction before, and that the surrounded camp was to the northeast, where the Morning Star flag was still flying.

Just as he was looking over there, there was a loud bang in the west. Wang Zi hurriedly turned the telescope and looked at the smoke and dust rising in his field of vision.

The shouting of killing reached Wang Zi's ears a few seconds later. Led by several military flags, the Sri Lankan army, carrying torches, rushed out of the smoke and quickly occupied the streets close to the dust.

"The west side is also broken." Wang Zi said in a low voice.

A heavy tiredness came over his mind, and he had realized that he had been so tired.

"I'll squint for a while, rest for a while—" he said to himself in his mind, his will no longer able to resist the weariness of his body, and he closed his eyelids and lost consciousness.

Lieutenant General Huo Feiyu, who was standing on the southern city wall to observe the battle situation, was at the peak of his spirit. He looked at the western city wall that had just been breached, and listened quietly to Lieutenant Colonel Xu Jiao's orders.

Standing next to the top boss, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel still maintained a calm temperament. He pointed to the map and said to the herald: "Light the fire and play the flag, let the first battalion hold on and bring reinforcements, and don't break through easily." ”

"Give the order to the three regiments to the west, and ask them to attack the D-area, where our troops are very close, and hope to join their division. Hundreds of the enemy have already been dragged south of the D by us. ”

"Let the two battalions below keep in touch, don't let the enemy go back, and wait for the time to annihilate them."

It is common sense for every officer that a qualified high-ranking officer should not skip a rank and interfere in the command of a junior officer.

Huo Feiyu undoubtedly insisted on this. Although he felt that Xu Jiao's order was a little taken for granted, he did not open his mouth to point fingers. As a commander of the front army, he certainly knew the details as well as a regiment commander who was directly involved in the Kandy campaign, and if he interfered at this time, he would probably make the mistake of a layman guiding an insider.

Give young people a chance to play, and even if they fail, hundreds of Sri Lankans will lose.

The corps-level staff officer on the side handed him a report and said in a low voice: "News from the Fifth Division, they have already routed Duke Dambulla's army in Aladdin and are in pursuit. ”

"Where's Mahiyengne?" The lieutenant general asked. He didn't care about the situation of Alaadin, because it was a must-win situation. The Fifth Division, which was assigned to the platoon level by the officers of the Ao-Song Dynasty, had a combat effectiveness that surpassed that of the Fourth Division, and it was waiting for work in an open area to meet the coalition forces of the Duke of Dambulla who went south to King Qin, if such a battle was lost, then Sri Lanka would not have to fight.

And the mountain defense line at Mahiyenne was even more of a concern to the lieutenant general. A regiment and two battalions of troops built a temporary defensive line at the eastern gate of Kandy to defend against possible reinforcements from the eastern nobility.

Fortunately but unfortunately, the commercial eastern seaboard did not seem to care about the life and death of the king, and the eastern nobles, led by the Marquis of Carmunai, only rushed to expand their army by less than 10,000 men to protect their city, and even a single soldier was unwilling to send a single soldier to the central part to protect their king.

"Half an hour ago I received a report from the beacon that they had not found the enemy."

"It's a pity that I didn't have a chance to clean them up together." The lieutenant general thought.

This group of unscrupulous business aristocrats were supporters of Sri Lanka's Prime Minister Ulagamia. They relied on the power of the Prime Minister to monopolize the commercial network in the eastern region, and in return, they would support the Prime Minister's rebellion against the throne and offer a considerable bribe.

The business group of Ao Song has long been dissatisfied with this group of aristocratic capitalists. As thugs of the capitalists, the Wehrmacht was also interested in purging these commercial indigenous competitors.

"It seems that there is still a political solution."

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The course of war has never been decided by one person, and this is an objective law that has been followed by all military struggles from ancient times to the present, which shows the contempt and ridicule of the people of Australia and Song Dynasty for individual heroism in Western thought, as well as their support and love for the spirit of collectivism.

When Wang Zi woke up from his coma, the first thing he saw was the white cloth flying in front of his eyes.

"Doctor, Second Lieutenant Wang Zi is awake."

A woman's voice sounded next to her ears, and a military doctor wearing a mask and a white coat appeared in Wang Zi's field of vision.

Wang Zi struggled to get up, but felt unbearable soreness gushing from every corner of his body.

The doctor reached out and pressed Wang Zi, pulled down the mask and said to him: "Don't get up, you have a lot of strains on your body now, don't aggravate the injury." ”

Wang Zi lay back on the bed and turned his head a little helplessly.

"Where is this?" Wang Zi looked around and realized that he was in the midst of a large number of wounded. The wounded lying in the hospital bed let out a constant moan of pain, and busy doctors and nurses interspersed between the beds, stopping from time to time to inquire about the condition of the wounded.

The nurse on the side replied, "A temporary hospital in the southern district." ”

Wang Zi looked at the other party with some surprise, and the nurse nodded her chin at the person next to him and apologized: "You ask this lieutenant, I'm going to help with the operation." With that, she put the mask around her neck and walked out of a hospital bed with several colleagues.

On the bed lay a wounded man, his left leg wrapped in a thick bandage, but still oozing blood.

"He's going to have his leg amputated."

Wang Zi turned his head and looked at the lieutenant who was speaking.

The lieutenant also turned his head sideways to look at Wang Zi, and the middle-aged man with a beard smiled: "He was hit in the thigh by a bullet, maybe the artery was broken, and the blood sprayed more than a meter high." ”

"Can it be stitched?" Wang Zi asked casually, and then immediately realized the stupidity of this question.

"How is it possible to stitch up?" The lieutenant laughed as if he had heard a joke, as if he were looking at a fool, "I can only amputate my leg, but I can finally save a life and not be killed by lead poisoning." ”

Wang Zi let out an "ah", and asked casually: "Is he your soldier?" ”

"He's my brother, from the camp that was surrounded."

Wang Zi fell silent.

"It's good that he didn't turn into a pile of dust and was brought back to his hometown in a wooden box." The lieutenant didn't see any sad feelings on his face, "He originally said that he would retire and go home for a blind date after this fight, but I don't know how long he will be single." ”

"Eh, little brother, are you the guy who lured the Wang Jun devil out of the defense line?" The lieutenant asked him.

"Ah, is there one?" Wang Zi hesitated, he didn't know what happened last night, and his memory was still stuck in the city he saw before he passed out, which was orange and red by the firelight.

The lieutenant was interested, lifted himself up and leaned against the bed, and put his hands behind his head: "You don't know, last night hundreds of Sri Lankans ran out of the line after your ass, and were intercepted by the brothers of several battalions for a chaotic battle, and then chased them back to the side of the line. ”

"Ahh

"At that time, it was noisy for most of the night, and the entire Nancheng District was in a mess, every alley was fighting, and every house was fighting... It's crazy, the shouts of killing can be heard even outside the city, and the Sri Lankans are no match at all..."

The lieutenant touched his chin with some nostalgia and sighed: "It's like catching rabbits in the fields of my hometown, and I didn't have any empty bullets in the back, and the bayonets were all broken, so I picked up Wang Jun's scimitar and continued to chop, and those cowards didn't have the courage to fight with us at all, and they were chased up and hacked to death one by one." ”

"So... We won? ”

The lieutenant said with some unhappiness: "Of course we won, and at dawn we will rescue the unlucky battalion." ”

"I took someone to find you in a courtyard, and you were still unconscious, so we brought you here."

"And now, where are we now?"

"Now, we're probably at the Temple of the Tooth Relic." The lieutenant smiled a little hideously, "I'm about to capture their king." ”

In front of the Temple of the Tooth Relic, Xu Jiao was sitting on a pure-blooded Arabian horse, his shiny leather boots shining in the morning sun. On either side of him, hundreds of flintlock infantry made up of pure Aussie Song soldiers were rapidly lining up under the leadership of the officer, sharp triangular bayonets glistening in the sun.