When I met Wang Zi and listened to him tell the story of the Battle of Kandy, the company commander, who had been promoted to lieutenant, could still vividly depict the look on his old boss when he came to inform him that he had joined the company to command the battle.

"Sir, you don't know, the captain's face was green then." He said vividly, his hands pointing with some excitement, as if to outline his boss's face. "He hurried over and yelled at us to end our rest and run back to the Sri Lankan army."

"At that time, we felt that the attack had gone wrong and that we needed to put out the fire. Later, it turned out that this was really the case. ”

(I let out an "oh" to say I'm amused by the twist.) Wang Zi shook his head in disappointment, looking like he should regret that I didn't have a sense of humor. ）

Soon after the sun set, Wang Zi and his comrades rushed back to the Sri Lankan army deployed outside the gap, replacing the original officers of the Sri Lankan state.

Through the increasingly clear sound of firefighting coming from inside the city, Wang Zi, who was still outside the city, had already realized that the attacking team was forced back.

There was no time to inquire about the news, the battalion commander at the front of the line waved his flag, the trumpeter puffed up his cheeks and blew the horn, and the second group of troops began to enter the city through the gap in the wall that had been greatly expanded by the sappers.

Wang Zi's company was the first to be reinforced into the city.

As soon as they stepped into the city, the corpse that fell to the ground caused many Sri Lankan soldiers who had never seen the world to vomit.

Wang Zi frowned and looked at his subordinates who were bent over his waist, and his face gradually deteriorated: "Get the for Lao Tzu!" He waved his hand to the gendarmes and shouted at the soldiers: "Give me a good fight!" The gendarmes will be watching you! ”

Seeing the military police in white hats coming over with bad intentions, the soldiers of the Si State immediately changed their faces, stood up straight with disgust, and shouted that the commander of the Song State Company who followed them rushed towards the city.

The soldiers who came to meet him told Wang Zi that the first batch of troops entering the city had advanced in vain and had been lured in by the defenders, and had been cut and surrounded in the city by the elite enemy. He was in the rear of the ranks, not trapped by the encirclement nets of the defenders.

"Commander Zhang organized two assaults, but neither of them penetrated the encirclement of the defenders!" The soldier shouted.

"What about the other troops? You've got a regiment and two battalions coming in! Wang Zi responded.

"No! The troops who came in were Sri Lankans, and they didn't listen to orders! The soldier shouted anxiously, "Our men can't control them, they're all caught in the street fighting!" ”

Wang Zi stomped his feet and asked the soldier to take him to the command office in the city.

The command office was set up on a high platform by the city walls, and it appeared to have been set up by the defenders to store the city's defense equipment, and some wood and bows and arrows were discarded haphazardly.

His boss, Captain Zhu Hancheng, was there to discuss with the first batch of officers to enter the city, and when he saw Wang Zi coming, he strode to greet him, dragging Wang Zi to a large table.

"Ensign, you see, our people are here." He pointed to the map on his desk and patted it at a city with red lines. "Now there is about a battalion there, the number is about 500 people, this is the number reported before, and there should be a lot of deaths now."

He shouted, and a staff officer took over his explanation and said to Wang Zi: "You see, here, here, and here, the defenders have arranged three lines of defense, the first of which has been broken by us, and it is still being contested. The second line of defense was a barricade, blocked by stones and collapsed houses, which was supposed to be improvised. The third line of defense, built with bricks and trenches, was strong and also left a passage for counterattacks, in which we suspect the involvement of Europeans. ”

Wang Zi listened to the introduction of the staff officer, and at the same time scanned the map with wide eyes, trying his best to imprint everything on this map in his mind.

Zhu Hancheng then pointed to a blue route on the map, looked into Wang Zi's eyes and said, "I need you to enter from this route, occupy this restaurant on the side of the second line of defense, and deploy defenses on the spot." ”

Wang Zi nodded, didn't ask why, just looked at the captain and calmly listened to the further request.

A few minutes later, the captain patted him on the shoulder and saluted him, and Wang Zi turned and trotted away.

As he descended the stairs, other grassroots commanders who had entered the city were also rushing this way. When the other party passed by, his face was very serious, and he must have realized that this attack had been frustrated.

"Attention everyone!" Wang Zi's shout made the soldiers of Sri Lanka turn pale, and they subconsciously raised their heads and looked at the city that was drifting with thick smoke.

Wang Zi strode up to the company, ordered the company to disband into three platoons, disperse under the leadership of the platoon commander, and follow himself into the streets and alleys full of murderous machines.

In accordance with the captain's order, Wang Zi led the company into a street that was not chosen as the main direction of attack. If this was an army composed of pure Aussie and Song soldiers, it would have broken down into ten squads, spread out into a fan centered on itself, and seeped into the city at about the same speed, like pouring a glass of water into the sand.

It's a pity that this is a poor level of Sri Lankan army. Every pore of their bodies exudes a rotten aura that belongs to the feudal army, which is probably the smell of messages such as "I am a vegetarian", "I have no training", and "Don't beat me".

Theoretically, the platoon leader with the highest tactical level should be the core of the team, constantly fine-tuning the actions of his subordinates, and also alerting possible enemies. And in the team under Wang Zi's command, only when Wang Zi can see it with his own eyes, the grassroots officers served by the indigenous people of Sri Lanka can behave a little like soldiers. Other times, according to Wang Zi's experience, as long as he took his eyes away, the officers of the Si State who had been holding their heads up and striding forward would immediately slow down and hide their bodies obscenely behind the soldiers, looking like they wanted to be surrounded by soldiers.

Just a few minutes after entering the alley, Wang Zi and his subordinates were still in the area that had been swept by the previous army, and they were not attacked by the defenders.

By the time they had crossed a collapsing wall, the sound of gunfire, which had been some distance away, suddenly became clear.

The soldiers beside him subconsciously shrank for a moment, as if they had the idea of turning around and running away. Wang Zi snorted coldly and glanced at him, his cold eyes evoking the memories that the soldier had accumulated in the long period of corporal punishment. The fear of the whip immediately weighed on the possibility of being shot, causing him to tremble and walk forward.

"Spread out! The platoon commander took control of the troops and assembled near the shop ahead! "It is no longer appropriate to continue to walk in a company of a hundred men, such a large team will attract the enemy's attention like a naked girl in broad daylight.

Wang Zi could only reluctantly give this order. Incidentally, he told this story with great regret for his decision at the time.

"I should fucking take this bunch of pigs with me, even if it gets set on fire by those damn royalists, it's better than walking and walking with only one platoon left."

However, when Wang Zi first gave the order, he had not yet predicted his future predicament. In his opinion, the order given by himself was very appropriate.

"How can such a team fight in the streets? Fucking field battles may not work, is street fighting such a thing anyone can come? ”

"We should have taken the main road into the city, and the work of cleaning up the debris in the streets should be handed over to the elite forces!"

Well, well, since the enemy's ability to carry out a partition and encirclement greatly exceeded the estimates of the staff officers, the ordinary army that had been sent to attack head-on could only take on the task of street fighting.

Let's put Wang Zi's complaints aside for a moment and focus our attention on this team that is struggling to get close in the night.

Now a platoon led by Wang Zi himself has walked into a dead end.

Dear Second Lieutenant Wang glared at the scout with some anger and motioned for him to see what was going on across the wall.

The Scout kicked on the ground with some grievance, and jumped onto the wall.

According to Wang Zi's guess, we can roughly restore the scene that the scout saw.

On the other side of the wall, it's people, people, and people.

"It's Wang Jun!"

Wang Zi looked at the scout who was propped up against the wall and forgot to move, but just let out a heart-rending scream. Immediately, there was a jubberish shouting from across the wall. A gunshot rang out, and a blood flower exploded in the neck of the scout, who was still screaming, and the shrill scream was interrupted instantly, and the weak corpse fell down.

At that moment, the well-trained consciousness saved Wang Zi's life. He reacted almost immediately, yelled "hit the wall", and pulled a few people around him to crash into the wall.

More and more soldiers reacted, shouting to keep up with the company commander's movements. The walls here are poorly built and largely built by the residents themselves, and are not solid.

Before the siege, the officers who mobilized Wang Zi introduced this point, telling them that if necessary, they could easily dig through the walls of the alleys with sapper shovels.

Wang Zi didn't have time to take off the shovel on his waist at this time. He yelled and slammed into the wall with several others, and managed to knock down the wall at the bottom of the alley.

The inertia of the impact caused Wang Zi to pass through the fallen wall, hugging the waist of a person on the other side of the wall in a blur and knocking him down.

He immediately strangled the man's waist and rolled hard to one side, making way for the two sides to hedge.

Sure enough, as soon as Wang Zi rolled away, a few big feet stepped on the place where he was lying on his stomach before. Without looking up, he quickly pulled a dagger from his boot with his right hand and plunged it into the left waist of the man he was holding from the side.

Stir vigorously, then pull it out and insert it again.

After several consecutive assassinations, Wang Zi's face was covered with blood spurting out. He wiped his face vigorously against the clothes of the man he was holding, and then he looked up at the battle on his right.

It was a very hasty encounter, with soldiers on both sides having less than ten seconds to prepare before they fought together along the collapsing walls.

Wang Zi watched as a soldier with a white cloth tied around his neck (a sign of loyalty to the soldiers of the Song dynasty) holding a scimitar slashed into the shoulder of a man wearing the same clothes but without a strip of cloth around his neck.

Blood gushed out, but the hard shoulder bone caught the sharp blade. The unskilled soldier lost the opportunity to kill his opponent and was stabbed in the stomach with a bayonet by his faceless opponent.

The disemboweled soldier let out an "ah", and before he died, he grabbed the neck of the man in front of him with both hands, causing his comrade next to him to stab the man in the chest.

The two fell down together and fell beside Wang Zi.

In this narrow, dark, crazy alley, soldiers on both sides slashed together like crazy. At least at this moment, even the soldiers of Sri Lanka, who were unbearable in the past, have the morale and fighting spirit that can be compared with the Australian and Song Army.

Without him, this kind of place, who is afraid of who will die.