Of course, Zhu Jinglun was not killed, but he was a little embarrassed. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The British artillery did not spare him here, mainly flowering shells, solid shells did not pose much threat to such trenches below the ground, and either flew directly overhead, or smashed into the sand in front of them, smashing a big hole out. The flowering shell is mainly the shock wave of the explosion, and the threat of shrapnel is also not large, because it is not a curved artillery, even if it is smashed on the edge of the trench, the shrapnel is not easy to fly into the trench.

Therefore, because it was a sandy floor, many craters were blown up, but the actual casualties were limited, and out of 2,000 people, less than 10 were killed and only 20 or 30 were wounded.

But the problem was huge, and many people were frightened by the sound of explosions in all directions and close at hand, some of the yellow and white ones flowed all over the place, and some of them pulled the trigger by mistake, and three people were killed because of it. The biggest problem is still mental problems, many people are stupidly huddled in the trench with pale faces, and a direct look next to Zhu Jinglun is stunned, and his head and body are covered with a layer of sand raised by the explosion and he doesn't know how to shake.

This state of mind, allowing them to charge into battle, can only be a joke.

The soldiers who went to the battlefield for the first time were like this, and they were inevitably vulgar, including Zhu Jinglun himself was a little trembling at this time, his heartbeat was much faster than usual, and he admitted that he was also a little frightened when the sky exploded just now.

Fortunately, he was a man in two lives, although he had never fought a war, but he had received professional training, had excellent psychological quality, and was able to think calmly at this time.

I know that I have thought about the problem simply and needs to be remedied as soon as possible. At this time, it was too late to say anything, and the rowboats of the British army were already almost on the shore.

"The black dog told everyone to read what I said. Then give each person a little bit of ointment. Smoke now. ”

The black dog was also frightened and a little stunned.

Zhu Jinglun kicked him before he came to his senses and explained again.

The black dog immediately set off with his horse, and no one handed out a little cigarette paste the size of a small fingernail, and at the same time explained that they kept reciting the words that Zhu Jinglun taught them.

These people were also frightened, and many of them trembled and took the cigarette paste, and they each had a cigarette gun, which they carried with them. and suck each other up by the fire. But what Zhu Jinglun handed over to them, many people have forgotten. But there is always a memory, out of fear, that they read aloud to give themselves courage, like a man who walks at night and sings aloud.

Soon the sound of "aim, fire, stabbing people", "Yiren is not a man, Yiren is a straw man", "five cigarette paste" and so on, and the more he read it, the louder it became, because everyone began to read it, and at the same time someone made a comfortable exhalation sound from time to time, and that little smoke paste was not enough to make them happy, but it was enough for him to dispel the fear in his heart.

Zhu Jinglun looked at the river carefully, the British landing site guessed well, it was in the southeast direction of the sandbar, although there was a slight error, no longer in front of him, maybe the British saw their trenches, and also felt that there was danger, so they adjusted the direction, but this did not have much impact, it was still in Zhu Jinglun's expectations, the trench is a semi-arc, as long as the British do not detour behind, the trench has enough shooting range, and behind is the river bank and the ditch, the British cannot land from that side.

The battery was in the far west, and if the British were to land from there, they would have to brave the attack of the defenders of the battery to seize the beach. Therefore, they must have landed in the southeast direction, but their position was further east than Zhu Jinglun had imagined, and they were further away from the fort yesterday, three hundred meters away from the fort.

It is not clear whether it was affected by these trenches dug by themselves, but it is clear that the British intended to take the trenches first, and then attack the batteries.

The only thing that Zhu Jinglun didn't expect was that the British had already thought of a way to deal with the traps under the water, those bamboo sticks and wooden tips were very troublesome, and if they were slowly eliminated, they might be killed by the defenders as they did yesterday, and if they were not ruled out, they would injure the landing soldiers, so the British thought of a way overnight.

Since they couldn't rule it out, they simply rendered the traps useless, and they thought of laying planks on the water.

The long plank, one end on the stranded rowboat, and the other end directly on the sand outcropping, thus bypassing the bamboo tips below the water.

It was a pretty brilliant idea, the only downside was that it required as many rowboats as possible to be glued directly to the beach, and the British formation appeared loose. If the enemy comes suddenly, it is difficult to defend as quickly as possible. Therefore, they need some time to form their formation, which may be one of the reasons why they chose to land farther away.

Zhu Jinglun watched the British army landing, swallowed his saliva, if he had a group of Lin Fuxiang's kind of elite like a death squad in his hand, he rushed over from the trench at this time, the distance was less than two hundred meters, enough to stir up with the British army before they formed a queue, and the musket troops without formation were really not as good as the broadsword team.

It's a pity that I can only think about it, these coolies who smoke big cigarettes don't have such combat effectiveness.

At this time, suddenly there was a sparse gunfire on the side of the fort, Zhu Jinglun responded and saw that there were foreign soldiers who kept falling, the distance here was more than 300 meters, and it was possible to kill so many people, the marksmanship was good, Zhu Jinglun couldn't help but suspect that the guns were probably those Indian soldiers, and their marksmanship was more accurate.

It's just that there are too few guns, Zhu Jinglun can't help sighing, more than 200 Indian soldiers definitely didn't all shoot, I'm afraid that in the face of the original master, many Indians are really unable to fight at this time, and no one can understand how complicated their psychology is.

The British showed the military qualities of the world hegemon, staring at the guns of the defenders and Indian soldiers on the forts, they completed the landing, and did not rush to return fire, and quickly formed a formation on the beach, stepping on small drums, taking small steps, forming three formations.

Zhu Jinglun has been calculating the number of landing soldiers, and the British have made him miscalculate again, sending a lot more people than yesterday, yesterday it was 300 people, but today it has more than doubled, the number is close to 800.

Zhu Jinglun couldn't help frowning, when he trained coolies yesterday, he calculated according to the British offensive strength of 300, two thousand rifled rifles, a salvo, 300 people are estimated to be reimbursed by more than half, and then rushed up and stepped on it to death, not to mention that they were also trained to practice bayonets in the middle of the night, and they could end the battle with a casual assassination.

But now facing nearly three times the number of troops, how much can a salvo cost the British 800 men?

It's useless to think too much, and the matter has come to this point, and you can only make a desperate bet.

The British army began to move.

Three horizontal columns, rifles, marched forward in a standard line of shots.

Westerners have an advantage, that is, rigid, strict according to procedures, this kind of tactics of lining up to shoot is actually no longer suitable for rifled rifles, but they used it in World War I, imagine the situation when the British army slowly advanced to the German heavy machine gun position in this formation, you know that they were destined to die 60,000 people on the first day.

When Zhu Jinglun just felt that the rigidity of Westerners was a little funny, suddenly the first column of the British army suddenly opened fire, and it actually shot at their trench.

There was an ambush in the trenches, and the British could not possibly have guessed.

Many bullets hit the edge of the trench with a rattling sound, burrowing holes in the sand.

But at this time, the coolies were well hidden, and there were no casualties.

Zhu Jinglun looked back and found that the coolies were much better now, and at the same time, they were still chanting aloud the words "aim, release the gun, and stab the people", "the people are not people, the people are grass people".

Zhu Jinglun felt relieved for no reason, in this state, at least there was still a fight.

As soon as the first column of the British army finished firing, it stopped advancing, and the second column rolled forward, aiming at the trench and firing another shot.

And then there was the third platoon, and they just rolled and shot, rolling and marching.

"My lord, do you want to fight?"

Watching the enemy approach step by step, it was a torturous state, the black dog asked in a tremolo voice.

Zhu Jinglun originally planned to shoot at a distance of 100 meters, but now he has changed his mind, he must be as close as possible, otherwise he will not be able to eat the 800 British troops, and if he can't eat the opponent, he will be eaten by the opponent, and he must take a risk.

"Wait!"

Zhu Jinglun doesn't like risks, but the battlefield is always the most unpredictable scene, and there are always unexpected things happening, so he has to adapt to the situation and minimize the risk.

After a few rounds of firing, the British had already rolled forward a hundred meters, and sure enough, they were rushing towards the trench.

Completely ignoring the constant cold guns fired at them, and from time to time hitting the side of the battery of a few British soldiers, it seems that they will never attack the battery without occupying the trench.

80 meters.

50 meters up.

Suddenly, the gunfire stopped.

Zhu Jinglun looked up and found that the British had stopped and began to form a formation again, and the formation was compact, and the soldiers did not stop to load their bullets, but loaded their bayonets.

It's time to charge.

Zhu Jinglun knew that the opportunity had come, and shouted: "Aim!" ”

It wasn't as neat as last night's training, but it was already good, and in a few breaths, the soldiers, who had just taken a big puff of smoke, quickly stood up, lay down on the wall of the trench, put their rifles on the sand barrier above the trench, and focused on the British troops.

Almost as if they had a heart, the British officer even gave the order at this time, and the British troops with bayonets on them charged en masse.

Zhu Jinglun originally wanted to shout "shoot", but the nervous soldiers didn't wait for someone to shoot, and one of them fired, and the result was one gunshot after another, and no one heard Zhu Jinglun even if he shouted.

But the effect was not bad, 50 meters away, 2,000 rifled rifles, staggered shots at close range, 2,000 bullets in a short time, the British army column was like hitting a wall, and the charge was sluggish.

As soon as the gunfire stopped, the coolies heard Zhu Jinglun shouting incessantly:

"Rush!"

"Rush!"

"Rush!"

These people have long lost the ability to think, only the conditioned reflex formed after doing it hundreds of times last night, and the excitement raised by the puff of cigarette paste just now, it is not excluded that many people's minds are not very clear at this time, and they are still not very neat, but some people keep climbing out of the trench, and there is no queue, and they rush to the disorganized British army with bayonets and shouting loudly.

Zhu Jinglun kept shouting, shouting hard, his eyes widened angrily, the atmosphere of the battlefield made him feel hot all over, nervous mixed with excitement, the primitive animal instinct of human beings was revived, and he hated to kill it.

The British were actually a bit of a blind at this time, according to the memories of the captives who survived later. When they were about to charge, they suddenly shot countless scattered bullets from all over the place, although those bullets were scattered, but they all came in a very short time, some from the left, and from the right, and from the front, which made people unavoidable.

As a result, the dense formation of their 800 men was cut off layer after layer in an instant, and when the gunfire stopped, they had only a third of their remaining troops, and before they could react, they saw people crawling out of the trenches, screaming like beasts, rushing towards them one after another.

They killed some of the people who came before, but the ones who came after them were completely emotionless, and they seemed to rush at them endlessly, drowning them.

The two thousand soldiers who had smoked a lot of cigarettes were holding bayonets, with only one idea of assassination in their minds, and even mechanically shouted "aim, release guns, and stab people", "raze people are not people, raze people are grass people" Such words as "razing people" may be defeated miserably on most battlefields, but on this battlefield, in the face of the enemy who has been defeated, their brains are not very clear, but they have burst out with extremely strong combat effectiveness.

Watching the dense army of coolies drowning the British army, Zhu Jinglun couldn't help but think of the scenes in some American movies where countless zombies drowned helpless people.

Although it is a bit disrespectful to these drug-addicted coolies, their somewhat confused and crazy state makes him think so.

In a word.

Won.

For the first time, Zhu Jinglun felt that these coolies who smoked big cigarettes were not so disgusting.

Maybe under their own leadership, they will be a different two-gun team, of course, if there is a chance, Zhu Jinglun still wants to help them quit smoking.