Huang Yuying was furious after receiving the report, Zheng Junlin's approach was not wrong, but as the head of the regiment, he had to consider the entire battle situation. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info How many tough battles and vicious battles are to be fought in the future, he has no bottom in his heart, if the British army succeeds in embedding such a nail in his own defense line, then he can become more passive in the next battle.

"I'll go see what the third battalion is doing!" Huang Yuying hurriedly said a few words to Du Zhongqi, who was staying at the headquarters, and then ran out of the headquarters.

When he came to the position of the third battalion, Huang Yuying yelled: "Zheng Junlin, you roll over to Lao Tzu, what the fuck is going on with you, how did you lose the position, how did you take it back for me." ”

Zheng Junlin didn't expect Huang Yuying to come over, so he hurriedly greeted him and explained: "Regiment commander, listen to me, here's the thing, our battalion's position is too wide and the strength is not enough, I think that instead of each line of defense being thin, it is better to shrink the force and increase the density of the rear line." ”

"You fart!" Huang Yuying was furious when she saw that Zheng Junlin was still explaining, and pointed at his nose and scolded him bitterly: "You tell me clearly, how the position was lost, how you took it back for me, I will stand here now and watch you take it back, you go in person." ”

"Yes!" Seeing the blood-red eyes of the regiment commander, Zheng Junlin didn't dare to say anything, and hurriedly went to organize the troops.

Without artillery preparations, Zheng Junlin launched an attack with the remnants of the 8th and 9th companies. Company Commander Luo Yushan, who was slightly wounded in the waist, commanded his Eighth Company to walk in the front, and the distance of sixty meters was quickly halfway through, and the bullets of the British army whizzed through them.

"Comrades, rush..." Luo Yushan's voice stopped abruptly, and a few blood flowers appeared on his chest, and he fell to the ground.

Zheng Junlin's eyes turned red, and he shouted: "Avenge Company Commander Luo, rush!" ”

As the grenades were thrown into the British line, the soldiers quickly rushed over with their guns to meet the British bullets and the smoke and dust, and the sound of the impact of the blades and the screams of the soldiers before they died sounded on the battlefield again. Abt put a battalion of troops on this newly acquired position, and although it was no longer fully manned, it was still more than twice as many as the officers and men of the three battalions attacking. However, the British army, which tried to rely on numerical superiority to fight with Zheng Junlin, was soon defeated by the Chinese army, which was armed with submachine guns, a sharp weapon in close combat.

Zheng Junlin's arm was colored, but he just bandaged it indiscriminately with a bandage and ran over: "Report to the regiment leader, the position has been recaptured." ”

The forward position has been regained, but the two companies of soldiers before the departure can now be organized into a company. Huang Yuying didn't expect that this British brigade that had been hit hard would become so violent, he nodded and said: "I'll send you reinforcements, the position can't be easily lost, we don't know when the brothers of the fourth division will arrive, what we do is to use these positions to consume a lot of the British army's vital forces." ”

Zheng Junlin nodded expressionlessly and did not speak. At this time, he couldn't say anything, and the heavy casualties of his subordinates made this hot-blooded man swallow all the words into his stomach.

The blood-red sunset hung in the sky, dyeing the clouds in the sky as if they were burning. After a day of fierce fighting, Prome was surrounded by the corpses of soldiers from both sides. The smoke of gunpowder was filled, and the eyes were full of desolation.

In the evening, after the casualty statistics came out, Huang Yuying was a little unbearable, losing more than 400 soldiers, one battalion-level officer was seriously wounded, five company-level officers were killed, and platoon-level officers were not counted. It is not known when the Fourth Division will arrive, but if it continues to be consumed at this rate, I am afraid that in three days the regiment will be gone.

Huang Yuying counted the losses in the city, and in the British army headquarters outside the city, White was also counting the losses with his three brigade commanders, but the atmosphere was more solemn.

"Our unit lost more than 500 people today, and the battalion commander was killed and one company commander was killed." Abt was a little frustrated when he said this, and today he counted the fiercest attack, and only captured the defenders' forward positions at a heavy price, but he did not expect to be recaptured in the blink of an eye. Since entering the war, more than half of his brigade has been lost, which is not heartache.

"Our unit launched three attacks today, lost nearly three hundred people, and lost one battalion commander and two company commanders." At this time, Brigadier General Kachran's deep voice also sounded at the right time.

"Our department is in a similar situation to General Carchron." Brentz's words were concise and to the point.

White was disappointed by the failure of the attack on the first day, as was the loss of his troops. He had planned his post-daybreak attack overnight, and he could not afford to delay here any longer as the Imperial Army's fighting at Mandalay and Pyinmana had turned even more unfavorable. His division must move from Prome to the front line as soon as possible to withstand the Chinese offensive in order to cooperate with General Charles's follow-up battle plan.

The clear moonlight sprinkled on the earth, and the wind with thick water vapor gently blew through the cold battlefield, blowing away the smoke and blood, leaving only the cold corpses in the middle of the battlefield. The tranquility of the middle of the night did not let the soldiers who had been fighting for a day relax in the slightest, and they were tired and curled up in the trenches, vigilantly waiting for the next battle.

At seven thirty o'clock, a short, shrill whistling pierced the quiet of the morning, and the assault began.

White concentrated the artillery of two brigades to bombard the front-line positions of the defenders north of the city, and the positions were littered with fire and earth from explosions. The heavy shelling caused several consecutive anti-artillery holes to collapse, and the soldiers inside were either buried alive or directly killed. As soon as the shelling, which lasted for 20 minutes, stopped, Feng Shanmin, the new commander of the 2nd Company, who had been transferred to the station, crawled out of the mud, and the continuous shelling covered his body with a thick layer of floating soil. Before he had time to pat the dirt off his body, he shouted: "Enter the position!" Get into the trenches! ”

With the shouts of the company commander, the soldiers of the second company ran out of the hiding point one after another, and several soldiers desperately dug out the surviving comrades from the collapsed anti-artillery hole.

"Get ready to fight! Get ready for battle! Feng Shanmin lay in the trench and looked out, and a large group of black and oppressive enemies poured out from the opposite side, estimated to be as many as five or six hundred people.

Today's attack by the British army was obviously different from yesterday's, and they moved very quickly, and soon entered an area of more than 300 meters. When the British troops reached about 200 meters, as Feng Shanmin shouted the word "type", a rain of bullets began to pour out on the position of the second company, and the light and heavy machine guns deployed on the position also began to strafe back and forth. And the British machine guns were not to be outdone, and the bullets puffed on the position, splashing clouds of dust.

"Rush over! Rush over! "The British commanding the attack were constantly agitating the soldiers to charge in the rear.

As time passed, the battle began to become more intense, and the British began to compensate for the lack of firepower by the superiority of the British forces, gradually closing in on the position of the second company.

"Grenade! Throw grenades! Feng Shanmin shouted.

As hundreds of grenades flew out of the trenches one after another and exploded in the enemy group, the British attack momentum was slightly suppressed. But they didn't retreat, but only pressed back after a moment's pause.

Behind the front, observation post.

"The British army is very strong today!" Chief of Staff Wei Guangqi put down the telescope in his hand and said with some concern.

Huang Yuying also didn't understand why today's British army was like a chicken, as if it had changed a person. According to yesterday's situation, the British offensive would have ended long ago in this situation, but today it was not, and they showed tenacity. In fact, what Huang Yuying didn't know was that at this time, the situation of the British army in Mandalay and Pinmana was already in danger, and the British army in Pinmana was about to be destroyed, and White had to work hard.

The battle on the position of the second company became more intense, watching the enemy who had been forced back to pour back, the soldiers in the trenches fired more intensely, and the explosions of grenades came one after another. The machine guns on both sides are the key targets of the two sides, the machine gunners of the second company have already changed, and the company commander Feng Shanmin has already personally picked up a light machine gun and is shooting. The casualties are getting bigger and bigger, the left flank position is under the attack of a group of enemies under the signal for help, Feng Shanmin gritted his teeth and pulled out a squad from the front to go and resources, but after this squad left, the left flank was in a hurry again, and the red-eyed Feng Shanmin also sent the last cooking squad up.

White and Brunz watched in horror from behind. In White's telescope, the Chinese positions shrouded in artillery fire appeared and disappeared from time to time, and the officers and men of the Imperial Army swooped down again and again like a grass-yellow wave, and had to retreat again and again, leaving behind a patch of corpses and wriggling dying wounded. The performance of the British attack force was not heroic, but in this short distance of 100 meters, it was simply built into a wall of death by the Chinese army's machine guns, rifles, and grenades.

It's just that at this time, White has no choice, half of the attacking troops have fallen on this position, and now he can only increase his troops.