Wang Zi covered his head with both hands, his body curled up in a ball, and he cautiously leaned against the corner of the wall.

Beside him, dozens of Sri Lankans wielding cold weapons were fighting to the death. At this moment, no one can still keep their senses, and no one can still raise their rifles and shoot the enemy who is close at hand.

Long-term training told Wang Zi that he couldn't get up at the moment. If he stood up so recklessly, he would have lost his protection and would probably be stabbed to death by people on both sides in the chaos, or he would be knocked down and lose his balance, and fall to the ground and be trampled into internal bleeding braids.

Of course, as an Australian Song man who cherishes his life, of course he doesn't want to get up and join such an unskilled dog fight.

"I'm a second lieutenant in the Wehrmacht," he thought to himself without shame as he shy back as he could on the ground to prevent him from being inadvertently stepped on by someone in the fight, "how could a military talent like ours die in such a?" ”

(Well, although I have ridiculed Mr. Wang Zi in such an open manner, it must be justified that the "Regulations on Dispatch of Troops from Other Places" issued by the Ministry of National Defense does clearly state that when necessary, Wehrmacht soldiers can ignore the vassal army and take all possible means to protect themselves on their own.) ）

It's hard to determine how long Wang Zi has been lying on her stomach. According to his recollection, when he got up, the alley was already covered with a layer of corpses. After a rough count, about 70 people have been buried in this alley opened by him.

Many of the soldiers on the opposite side were frightened back by the brutal white-knuckle battle and turned and fled with great dishonor. If the Ao-Song army was here, they would definitely be stabbed in the heart by the pursuing soldiers on the way to escape. It's just that the vassal army at this time is also physically and mentally exhausted, and the number is not superior, so no one goes up to chase and kill.

More than a dozen soldiers of the vassal army who were gasping for breath saw their commander crawling out of the pile of corpses, and hurriedly surrounded them, their eyes full of joy that the commander had survived, and even shed tears of excitement.

It doesn't matter if something happens to you, but if your own Ao Song chief dies and he is still alive, he will definitely be arrested as a deserter after leaving the city... At that time, not only will he be shot by the Ao-Song Governor's team, but his family will also be deprived of their property by the local government and reduced to slavery.

They gathered around their company commanders, carefully took the kettle from their waists, took out their treasured towels, carefully wet the towel and handed it to the commander, asking him to wipe the dust off his face.

Wang Zi took the towel with satisfaction, and among the corpses everywhere... Well, wash your face.

I have to say that Wang Zi is the most peculiar one I have ever seen. God washes his face, my God, what normal person would wash his face at such a time?

The madman will be dusted ... I mean, Wang Zi threw the dusty dirty cloth to his subordinates, patted one of them on the shoulder, and motioned for him to bend down and step on it.

With the help of the soldier's shoulder, Wang Zi poked most of his head out of the walls on both sides.

"Oh..."

The left and right sides were lit red by burning flames, explosions, gunshots, slashing ... It's endless, and it's no less than what happened to me before.

"It's an ambush!" Wang Zi thought.

I should have been lucky before, I was not surrounded by the Wang army in front of me, but collided with them directly.

He lowered his voice and told the soldiers not to shout, not to shoot, and to move forward quietly.

"At that time, our two flanks and platoons were surrounded, and we were afraid that the remnants of our troops would be like moths to the fire. I don't know if the rear is blocked by Wang Jun, and I think that the most dangerous place is the safest, so it is better to go to the front. ”

Wang Zi later told me why he decided to move on.

Twelve people, including Wang Zi, began to sneak. This time they were much more cautious, everyone remained nervous, and the soldiers scattered five or six meters away carefully observed the surroundings, providing a basis for Wang Zi's decision.

This should not be a special ambush, the Wang army in the city did not have enough troops, so that after the first batch of troops were defeated, they did not have a follow-up force to put into the battlefield, and Wang Zi led people to cross the defense line without danger.

Zhu Hancheng's map was outdated, and the area marked "not yet occupied by the enemy" had already been deployed by no less than one battalion of Wang's army. Wang Zi thought hatefully, he really should have dragged the staff officers to be shot.

At this moment, Wang Zi's company has shrunk into a reinforced squad, with eleven people under his command. Luckily, the equipment was brought up during the search for the bodies, and each person had an arquebus and a bayonet strapped to his thigh.

As for Sri Lankans' favorite scimitar, Wang Zi still didn't look at it.

After carefully interspersing through the streets and alleys for more than ten minutes, Wang Zi approached the restaurant that Zhu Hancheng asked him to occupy.

The seven or eight-meter-tall wooden building is a small vantage point in the southwest of the city, and it can take in the city within a few hundred meters.

According to the principle that light travels in a straight line, a person standing above a restaurant can see far away. Correspondingly, people from a distance can also see people standing in the restaurant.

So Wang Zi was desperate to find that the second floor of the restaurant was shining unscrupulously, and several people with monoculars were standing on it to observe the battle situation.

They wore dark red Western-style military uniforms, which from a distance looked like they were made of silk. The iconic European beard makes the identity of those men self-evident.

Wang Zi finally knew who the person who arranged for the army to ambush him. That deployment was beyond the tactical level of the Sri Lankans.

For the past half month, he has followed the Sri Lankan Governorate from Colombo all the way to Kandy in the middle of the island of Ceylon. In the previous battle, as soon as the city wall was destroyed, the Wang army, which had barely resisted, would lose their courage like frightened rabbits, scream and flee in all directions, and then be killed by the pursuing Ao Song and his vassals.

And in this battle of Kandy, these weak royal soldiers were still able to lure the besieging army to go deep and surround after losing the protection of the city wall, and they could also judge the possible offensive route of the reinforcements... With all due respect, I'm not targeting the Sri Lankan royal army, I'm saying that all feudal armies don't have this kind of ability. (Note 1)

Wang Zi waved his hand to let the soldiers hide first, and he took advantage of the night to climb a tree and take off a telescope to observe.

The restaurant is still about forty meters away from me, and the streets and alleys between them are not difficult to navigate, so just be careful. It's just that there is a street seven or eight meters wide cut off from it, and if you want to sneak over, you can only expect Wang Jun to be a group of blind people.

Wang Zi narrowed his eyes, trying to see the enemy's deployment clearly in the dark night.

With the help of the fires in the city, Wang Zi found that the Sri Lankans were guarding the restaurant, and their distinctive headscarves were truly unforgettable.

The situation on the second floor is not clear, and it can be determined that there are more than two people there by the shaking shadows. On the third floor are the figures of the Portuguese, who observe the city in front of the window with binoculars, and from time to time let people leave the restaurant to give orders.

More than ten minutes later, Wang Zi jumped down the tree and called the soldiers.

A few minutes later, Lutas heard shouting and walked out of the lobby with his cutlass in his hand.

"What for!" He grabbed one of the soldier's cuffs viciously, his thick arms nearly lifting him up.

The soldier replied in a panic: "Someone is coming, over there!" ”

Rutas pushed the soldier away and looked in the direction the soldier was pointing. It was Lord Jose's men deployed to the south, and at this time more than a dozen remnants of soldiers with blood on their bodies were struggling to run this way.

"The Song people are here! The Song people are here! The men staggered and ran, "We can't stand it, quick, we need reinforcements!" ”

Lutath looked at the remnants of the defeated soldiers, and the green veins on his face jumped and jumped, showing that he was brewing surging anger.

He strode forward, drew his pistol from his belt with his right hand, broke the hammer with his thumb, and yelled, "Panic what! Shut up! ”

When the deserter led by him arrived in front of Lutas, his steps softened, and he fell directly to his knees, his hands supporting the ground, his messy hair thrown on his face, and his face could not be seen clearly in the dark night.

Lutas angrily reached out his left hand and grabbed the man's shoulder, trying to lift him up.

"The Song people are coming, the Song people are coming," the man muttered, pulling the belt of Lutasi with his left hand, lifting his right leg to support him on the ground, and making a gesture to stand up.

"What the hell is happening..."Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a chill in his left abdomen, followed by a sharp pain.

He opened his mouth, but before he could react, the deserter who was half-kneeling in front of him bounced violently, resting his shoulder on his right chest, and fell backwards against himself.

"Bang", Wang Zi roared and slammed the big man in front of him against the stone wall of the restaurant, and stirred the big man's internal organs with all his strength with his right hand.

The Sri Lankan man in a layer of leather armor snorted and spat out a mouthful of blood, in which he was caught in the fragments of his internal organs.

"Die." Wang Zi gritted his teeth and spit out a few words, released the handle of the knife with his right hand, took half a step back quickly, rounded his arm and hit it hard, and the four bent fingers hit the man's neck.

The huge impact force was poured into Wang Zi's knuckles, and the violent blow made the victim's neck bone make a shuddering crisp sound, and the previously thick neck was punched into a depression that could never be recovered.

Seeing the man slowly sit on the ground with his neck covered, Wang Zi pulled out the pistol on his waist and shot dead a Wang soldier who was still resisting, and shouted to pick up the man's scimitar and join the battle group.

In less than a minute, all the Wang soldiers guarding the first floor of the restaurant were killed, and only seven of Wang Zi's men and one wounded man who had been slashed were left.

"Attack up!" Wang Zi picked up the pistol of the person who was killed by himself, and shouted at the restaurant that was already in chaos, "To win this battle, everyone will be given 20 yuan!" The dead are twice as hair! ”

Stimulated by the bounty, the already exhausted vassals gritted their teeth and picked up the scimitars and arquebuses on the ground, let out a beastly cry, and followed Wang Zi up the stairs to attack.

The Portuguese on the second and third floors did not look like professional combat soldiers, and their distinctive feature was that they were very flustered when faced with the Australian and Song soldiers who suddenly appeared in front of them.

Wang Zi quickly leaned out and shot a Portuguese man with a rifle guarding his flank. Then, he watched as there was a gunman behind the man that he hadn't noticed before, and pulled the trigger on him.

Wang Zi subconsciously closed his eyes, thinking that he was going to die here, and he didn't know if the ashes could be brought back to Australia.

It's just that he didn't feel the pain of his body being pierced by lead bullets, and the only thing he heard was a whistling in his ears and a "thump" on the wall behind him.

He opened his eyes and felt that he was still on earth, his body rushing forward before his brain could give the command, tangled with the Portuguese.

After successfully killing the enemy in another hug, he looked up at the stairs, only to realize that a pole had just flown past his head.

Well, the black pole was forgotten by the Portuguese in the barrel of the gun, and after being pushed out of the gunpowder, it flew a distance and was planted on the wall.