"The British retreated ......"

Finally, an excited shout, with trembling excitement spread throughout the battlefield, the fire gradually subsided, the noise replaced the previous gunshots, the smoke was slowly blown by the wind, disappeared from the battlefield, the enemy's charge was repulsed, the enemy was turning into a group that refused to give up, retreated, there was an Englishman even a little unwilling to shoot this way, when the tide receded, only a black residue was left on the battlefield, and in the residue was corpses all over the ground. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"We defeated the British!"

I don't know who took the lead in the first to let out some crazy cheers, but many of them stood there silently, looking into the distance, at the departing British, at the corpses all over the ground, and many of them were lost in thought.

When the excitement left the veins of his body, and when the blood calmed down, Michael thought that he was about to suffocate in the excitement of the previous battle. Now he began to feel the soul return to his body once more, and this is when he smelled the foul odor in the air, which was the smell of corpses.

At this time, Michael's face was full of gunsmoke and sweat, as if he had worked in front of the blacksmith shop for a day, he only felt that his body did not have the slightest strength, and now he only had one thought to rest for a while. He grabbed the kettle from his waist and took a hard sip before finally feeling a little more relaxed.

At this moment, there was a distorted word from the ground, and everyone was there to say it.

"Look, we're blocking the Brits, we're blocking the Brits. If you don't stop them, you'll be done. ”

Everyone was there to say happily, they didn't even wipe the smoke off their faces, they were still there to express their provocative feelings to the people around them.

Everyone seemed very excited, after all, before that, they would all be dead, but now they were not only alive, but also repelled the seemingly invincible British.

On the field, there were thousands of corpses, those red corpses lay on the ground motionless, the corpses were strangely twisted there, some arms twisted, some heads bent, some bodies broken, in short, all kinds of postures, and some appearances, which could only be found when they fell from a height, those corpses that were obviously blown up into the sky and then fell from the shells.

In the rear, in the woods of the military office, the artillery was still firing at the British, and they did not stop firing because of the British cars, but shelled the rear of the British. Through the trees, you can vaguely see the figure of the gunners, they are fast and concentrated, constantly hitting the shells towards the British, most of these gunners are Chinese, they are a group of very good guys, on the battlefield, they have blocked the British with shells again and again, so that the British simply cannot impact the rain of bullets they fired. It can be said that it was the accurate fire provided by the artillery that allowed them to repel the British.

At this time, the wounded began to retreat slowly towards the rear, only some of the seriously wounded were carried, most of the wounded were holding each other or holding the rifles in their hands, retreating towards the rear, blood flowing from their wounds, dripping to the ground, their blood, staining the land.

As far as the eye can see, the Irish flag, the tricolor flag and the Chinese five-color flag and the red battle flag of the Chinese can be seen everywhere, on the battlefield, sprinkled warm colors on the black oppressive troops, and under the military flag, there are excited people everywhere.

There the people were shouting and shouting excitedly, and they had defeated the British for the first time in hundreds of years.

Michael looked around, then looked up at the sky again, and it was cloudless, and it was a good day, a good day to fight......

Slowly, Michael's whole body woke up from this emotion and gradually returned to his position. For a while, he looked at himself carefully, looking dazed. He then picked up his hat from the ground. Then he twisted his body, moved his joints, and then wiped his face with a cloth towel.

It's all over!

They have been put to the greatest test! The horror of war finally disappeared at this moment.

Michael's whole person is immersed in a mood of complacency, he has never felt so good in his life as he is now, put, not like an out-of-body standing on the sidelines watching all this in front of him, the person who can fight is really amazing.

He felt that he was a man of high moral character, a great, valiant warrior.

He smiled at the partners around him, and the whole person seemed very friendly.

"Hey, I saw you in the battle just now, and you behaved very bravely."

"No, I noticed you too, you killed several Brits!"

Michael and his friends boasted about themselves, and he felt that he was closer to his friends, and the battle brought them together in a way that he had never felt before. He also took the initiative to reach out and bandage the wounds on his legs for his comrades-in-arms.

But suddenly, at this moment, there was another cry of surprise.

"They're coming up again, they're coming up again!"

A soldier lying on the ground shouted loudly.

"Oh God! Here they are again......"

The people stood up from their trenches, and they looked towards the battlefield, only to see red once again enveloping the entire battlefield - thousands of British men had attacked again, and the forward banners were rushing towards them.

The battlefield that had once been plentiful was boiling again. The shells whistled in the air at one time, and unlike the previous shelling, this time most of the shells landed in the woods behind the trenches, where they exploded in clusters of fire, and it was the British who were shelling their artillery.

The warriors who had been so excited before all became a little distracted, and their dirty faces showed frustration.

"Aren't these Brits afraid of death?"

They glared at the frantically attacking foes, even looking a little irritated, and complained to each other there.

"Are they crazy? So many people died. Don't they know to take a break? ”

Obviously, for these people, they have no idea the cruelty of war, and they do not know that every soldier on the battlefield is like a slave, under the orders of the officer, will fight tirelessly again and again, and they have no idea of all this.

Bullets constantly whistled in the air, bullets on both sides even collided in the air, bullets took people's lives again and again, and the battle never stopped, and the smoke swallowed everything on the battlefield, including the bright flags,

The Irish soldiers, who were still cheering for your victory, saw the British, but they were so overwhelmed by their endurance and bravery that they even felt that they were too tired to fight anymore, but the British, who had amazing energy, must have had extraordinary energy and courage, and to fight with such a person was simply confused.

When Michael raised his rifle and fired at the battlefield, he saw that the battlefield was full of enemies rushing towards him, and at this moment, Michael only felt that these people were like a group of terrible dragons in the legend, and they were fiercely pounced on them.

At this time, the person next to him who had been shooting desperately suddenly screamed, and then turned and fled, and the other person was also full of courage on his face, and he looked like he dared to sacrifice his life. But now his face was pale, as if he was frightened by something, and after someone fled, he also dropped his gun and turned around and fled, and he didn't feel the slightest shame.

The others ran in all directions as if inspired by something, and Michael turned his head, a little bewildered by the movements, and he shivered. Can't believe what their eyes are seeing, many are running away.

What's going on?

"Michael, run, run, the British are coming."

Harry pulled Michael and said loudly, and they strode backwards, all with a look of fear on their faces that they had never felt before.

What's going on?

The officers couldn't believe what they were seeing, just a few minutes ago, they were fighting there one by one, each of them showed his bravest side, and now they had fled.

A lieutenant jumped out and shouted insults at the soldiers, who were red in anger and slapped the fleeing soldiers with their sabers, but could not stop them from escaping.

When the soldiers turn their backs to the battlefield, then the fear will expand infinitely in their hearts. They'll feel like everything is so scary. Death is chasing them, and there is only one thought left in their hearts, which is to escape!

By this time the officer's order had lost to do. Everyone was running there, and behind them, the sound of guns and cannons kept chasing them, and only the footsteps behind gave them a little comfort, which made them feel that the Grim Reaper would chase after the person closest to him, not themselves, and always in this awareness, they ran faster. Almost everyone was like a sprinter, running like crazy trying to leave everyone behind.

It's a race of life!

Michael didn't even think about it so much, he just ran desperately forward in a daze. He ran faster and faster, leaving people behind him, everyone else, everyone else.

The rout can't be stopped!

Witnessing this scene in front of him, the Irish who was riding on the horse looked at the Irish who fled in a hurry with a helpless look, he knew that there was no way to stop this rout now, but now there was no way to retreat, the British cavalry was attacking here, and it could be thrown into battle at any time!

If you choose to retreat at this time, the consequences are likely to be catastrophic, and is there any other option?

"Command!"

When the order came out of his mouth, his tone seemed a little bitter,

"The whole army...... Offensive! ”

While everything is still in time, now is not the time to find a way to save the Irish, now must find a way to preserve your strength. And if you want to save your strength, there is only one choice, and that is to attack! It was the British who launched a counter-charge!

Michael, who was fleeing, saw a group of khaki soldiers running in the opposite direction as they ran, they were howling and shouting, they were rifles in their hands, and the guns were sharp.

They're crazy!

Almost all the Irish thought so, they could hardly believe their eyes, and while they fled, the Chinese attacked.

"The first battalion broke through the offensive line of the British from the center, the second battalion, the third battalion, formed the front ......"

Orders were emanating from the mouths, and the heralds on horseback continued to deliver orders on the battlefield, while the riders with flags held high were there trying to reunite the Irish and regroup them into a ranks.

The fleeing Irish heard the shouts on the battlefield, although they could not understand it, but when they looked back, they saw yellow-skinned Chinese warriors, desperately blocking the British, yellow and red on the battlefield, like a wave of violent impact, when they retreated, the Chinese did not hesitate to meet it.

They are Chinese!

And we are...... Irish, this is Ireland!

At this moment, many of the Irishmen who had retreated timidly became red-faced, and they could hardly believe their cowardice.

"The British can't be allowed to look down on the Irish!"

I don't know who shouted, an Irishman returned to Zhan, and more people followed back to the battlefield, and the situation on the battlefield changed in this instant,

"My God, they held back the British!"

When an Irish officer was re-entering the battlefield, he noticed that the Chinese actually blocked the British,

"They withstood it, withstood it!"

When more officers saw this scene, they shouted excitedly,

"Now you have to beat the British, fight hard, you must beat them! Quick, regroup, quick, all ......"

The officers were screaming loudly there, and more and more Irish troops were regrouped, and seeing this scene, Jason, who had been red-faced by the rout of his compatriots, finally regained some confidence, and he said excitedly.

"Alright, alright, now we can continue to fight again, quick, everyone, attack immediately, attack the British......"

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