The skirt of the goddess of victory!

For the generals, this is exactly what they are after, but for the soldiers on the front line, they feel very differently, after all, for them, every minute and every second on the battlefield is accompanied by death. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In the following day, although they repelled the Chinese attacks many times, the Chinese still did not give up the attack, one of the most dangerous attacks was the Chinese small infantry from the right flank detour, the British defense line was broken for a time, the two sides broke out on the battlefield fierce hand-to-hand combat, but in the end the British still held their position.

After the Chinese retreated, Major Wren looked towards the battle area ahead, and in front of him was a wreckage, piles of corpses, smoke on the ground, and the air was filled with the choking smell of gunpowder, and from the thick army, he saw the Chinese.

They won't give up!

Wren thought so in his heart, in the previous battle, the most dangerous thing was that a cannonball exploded next to him, the explosion made him lose his hearing, and even the whole person felt as if falling in a cloud, floating on the cloud, at this time, his decent military uniform had become tattered, and his body was covered with dust.

"Repair the trenches, the Chinese will definitely attack!"

Trench!

Looking at the half-man-deep trench, Wren knew that if it weren't for this trench, I am afraid that the position would have been taken by Chinese long ago, and it was the trench that protected them, as for the barbed wire...... In front of him, the barbed wire fence has long ceased to exist, not because of the artillery fire of the Chinese, but because the area protected by the barbed wire is limited, and that is because they do not have enough barbed wire.

"Sir, will the Chinese come again? Today! ”

Fox, who was injured in the arm, looked at the major and asked, in the previous battle, he even almost collapsed at one point, because of the completely deadly fighting style of the Chinese, now, he just wants to take a good rest.

"They'll be back today!"

Looking at the Chinese position, Wren could imagine that the Chinese were now licking their wounds, and after a short rest, they would attack again.

Offensive!

These lunatics will definitely attack!

Wren guessed correctly, although Li Yumin lost a company in the last round of battles, he did not give up, but stared at the British defense line and sneered.

"Sir, you're all set!"

Looking at the chief, Zhao Jie reported that to be honest, he didn't know what it was for, but he still chose to obey the order.

"Well, let these Brits taste our awesomeness, I'm going to give these Brits a fight they'll never forget."

Li Yumin said with a smile.

"I wish he had read the newspaper!"

When he said this, Li Yumin only felt that he was nervous and trembling, the critical moment was coming, and he didn't know if his tactics could succeed. If it fails, the consequences are ...... What are the consequences?

It's just a battle, and it's going to go on anyway.

"Sir, the brethren are ready!"

Zhao Jie looked at the commander, and the soldiers in the trenches also looked at their commander, they had finished resting, their eyes still had a desire to fight, and the bayonets of their guns glittered in the sunlight.

Looking at the brothers in the trenches, Li Yumin turned his eyes to the British defensive line, and could see that the British were repairing their trenches there, which was a good thing, at least when the time came to take the British defensive line, they could do less work.

"Wait, wait until the British have repaired the trenches, brothers, they have repaired them, aren't they just waiting for us to come and receive them!"

Li Yumin's words were exchanged for a burst of relaxed laughter from the soldiers, and everyone became relaxed because of the commander's words.

Waiting is anxious, even more so on the battlefield, Li Yumin waited while looking at the sky, occasionally he would look at the military flag on the side, the military flag was standing, there seemed to be no wind today, well, what is there without wind? Anyway......

Finally, when the British in the telescope completed the repair of the trenches, Li Yumin's lips raised and he sneered.

"Inform the artillerymen, let's go!"

"Yes, Captain!"

Then Zhao Jie fired a green signal flare into the air, which was a signal to the artillery.

At the forefront of the British position, the British infantrymen, who had just laid down their tools and were already tired and sweaty, but as soon as they breathed a sigh of relief, they heard a dull whistling of shells.

"Shelling!"

They screamed to avoid the shelling, and almost all of them were on the cat's waist, trying to hide themselves in the trenches, knowing that the only thing that could protect them during the shelling was the seemingly inconspicuous trenches.

Listening to the whistling of shells overhead, the British soldiers hiding in the middle of the trenches were all nervously waiting, waiting for the shells to fall in front of them and take their lives or the lives of others, almost all of them praying.

Pray that the shells will kill the others!

But unexpectedly, the scene of gunsmoke and flesh flying did not appear in front of their eyes. Although the shells from the Chinese fell to the ground and were inserted into the soil, there was no violent explosion, but "humming" smoke from the shell wall, billowing white smoke was like a thick fog in winter, and soon, their position was shrouded in smoke.

"Be careful, Chinese, prepare to attack!"

For smoke bombs, now the British army is no stranger, when the Chinese attack, they will shoot a round of smoke bombs, and then attack under the cover of smoke bombs, and even when they retreat, they will also shoot smoke bombs, but not as dense as now.

But unexpectedly, they did not wait for the attack of the Chinese, but for a new round of shells, and the whistling sound of these shells when they flew was dull.

"Shelling! Take cover! ”

The officers on the positions shouted loudly there, and only God knew whether this round of shelling was a smoke bomb or a grenade.

In fact, there is no need for orders from the officers at all, those soldiers know what to do, they have already fought with the Chinese for a day, they know very well how treacherous the Chinese are on the battlefield, just like the smoke bombs they fired before the attack, sometimes they will fire grenades first before the attack, I don't know how many self-righteous people, just because they think they know the Chinese, and lose their lives, what if now the Chinese call is a grenade?

Out of this fear, whether it is a grenade or a smoke bomb, when they get used to it, they instinctively choose to dodge.

However, this time their caution may have gone too far, because the Chinese are still coming with smoke bombs.

In the smoke that shrouded the battlefield, there was no violent explosion, but in this round of shelling, the smoke bombs fired by the Chinese seemed to be different from the usual smoke bombs, the smoke it released was a strange pale yellow, and the soldiers near the smoke were all choked by the thick smoke and coughed violently, and more people covered their eyes and cried. A succession of these shells hit the British positions, and the yellowish smoke soon enveloped the British positions.

Amid the violent coughing and shouting, there was chaos everywhere in the British positions.

"My ...... Eye ......"

"Ahem, my throat ......"

"Ahem...... Help me...... I'm out of breath...... Cough...... Rescue ...... I...... Ahem......"

"God, My Eyes ,......"

Amid loud coughing and shouting, the British soldiers guarding the trenches abandoned their lines and fled to the rear, trying to avoid the deadly smoke.

Chamberlain, who was behind the chest wall of the fortress, and the other British officers all stared in horror at the smoke in front of them, watching the soldiers rush out of the smoke with their eyes and noses covered, and then roll on the ground in pain.

Gas!

A terrifying term immediately popped into their minds. Perhaps, they are in Canada, but that does not mean that they have not heard of the name of poison gas, they know very well why Dublin fell, because of the poison gas of the Chinese!

Now the Chinese even used poison gas here!

Almost every officer had a dead gray on their faces, and they did not believe that they could hold this place under the attack of poison gas.

And at this time, they saw the battlefield Chinese soldiers rushing towards their positions with bayonets.

Gas!

This was exactly what Chamberlain feared, his face was pale, and when he looked at the attacking Chinese, he even forgot to order the artillery to fire, he just watched the soldiers struggle there.

"Retreat! Retreat! It's poison gas! ”

In the smoke, it is not known who first screamed.

Whoever gave the order, but at this time, for the British soldiers who were trapped in poison gas, they found a reason, and they all immediately abandoned their positions and turned and fled.

On the battlefield, fear is a contagion, and the same retreat can cause a chain reaction. After someone retreated, all the British soldiers began to turn and flee, and those soldiers who were smoked by the smoke also endured the pain in their eyes and throats, and ran desperately towards the fortress with each other's arms, and now they just wanted to get out of this place, as for this place...... Whatever he is.

The important thing is to stay alive!

In the midst of the choking gas, Major Wren only felt that his legs were not strong at all, he couldn't make any sound from the pungent smell, and the stinging pain in his eyes reminded him of the fear of poison gas in the newspapers, Chinese defeated the British army with poison gas, killing tens of thousands of British soldiers......

All he could hear was the screams of the soldiers.

"Retreat, retreat."

Wren cried out in despair, but his own legs seemed to be disobedient, and he had no strength, I want to live, live...... Smoked by the poisonous gas, he only felt that he had been suffocated, and finally he didn't know where the strength came from, and finally he still climbed out of the trench and fled backwards, and behind him, Chinese had already appeared on the British position......

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