Dense and crisp gunfire echoed in the mountains and forests, and under the lush Kowloon Mountain, green trees shaded the lush Jiulong Mountain, a dozen British [***] and Indian mercenaries wearing extremely conspicuous bright red military uniforms lodging down, their blood pooling from the somewhat scorched gun holes, soaked with the bright red military uniform, and even the yellow and green meadows were dyed dark red.

More British mercenary soldiers, driven by the loud voices of the white-skinned and high-nosed Britannits, continued to move forward tremblingly, raising their guns and counterattacking the smoked mountain, but to no avail.

And the counterattack on the hill always caused the advancing soldiers to fall to the ground one by one, groaning or convulsing. This time the charge was still at the foot of Kowloon Mountain, and was once again haphazardly dug deep into the ground by that damn, nasty, yet helpless, sharp wooden stakes, revealing their sharp ends, forming a line of defense that held back the advance of the British army.

And in the bunker dozens of meters behind this line of defense, those enemies who had not even revealed their faces were still there unhurriedly with their weapons to the soldiers who stood in front of the barbed wire fence and did not know how to climb over them, and knocked them down on the yellow-green grass.

Some of the mercenaries struggled to lower their heights and then cautiously tried to cut through the sharp and messy line of stakes, while others stood outside the line and tried to aim and shoot at the bunkers, but the holes between the bunkers were too narrow to hit their targets at such a distance unless their Lord Shiva appeared, at least, the muskets in their hands were not as accurate.

After paying the price of nearly a hundred corpses, the courage of the Indian mercenaries was once again exhausted, and the commanders behind them waved their command knives and shouted cheers or curses, and hurriedly turned around and fled towards the rear.

"Grandma's, do those guys think they can take our positions with such a charge?" Liang Shuisheng yawned boredly and put away his binoculars, it was the tenth day that the British colonial fleet had been trapped in Kowloon Bay.

The British had thought of clearing the mines that had been placed in the water, but there were too many of them, and the other artillery was using flowering shells.

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In order to reduce the loss of ships, the British could only put the sailors down at a great distance, and rowed to the minefield by themselves in small boats, for artillery, although it was difficult to hit a small target like a person, but it did not prevent them from killing and wounding in the range, as long as someone was close to the minefield, there would be more than a dozen long-range artillery fire, and after the shell exploded, the flying shrapnel could definitely tear any creature near the bullet point to pieces.

The minefield cannot be destroyed, and the warships of the British colonial fleet cannot safely rush out, and don't forget that the opponent can leisurely set up an attack formation outside the minefield to replace the work, and after rushing out with huge losses, there is still only a dead end.

Therefore, after several failed attempts to clear the minefield, the British found in despair that unless they broke through at any cost, and then sent themselves to the enemy's artillery fire for a hot bath, in the end, I am afraid that they will really be able to escape, at most no more than a quarter, even if they really break out of the encirclement, if the other side relies on a large number of battleships to pursue, I am afraid that only a tenth will be left at most, and this is after many deductions and discussions by naval officers, The most optimistic estimate was obtained.

In the case of the dwindling food day by day, the British people's anxiety is getting deeper and deeper, and in the case of searching for Hong Kong Island and not even finding a grain of food, they shifted the focus of their search to the north, although they know that such a move is likely to arouse the vigilance of the Qing State, but now, they can't care so much, besides, they think that the Qing Army's army and navy are just as bad, so they are not too worried.

It's just that what they didn't expect was that on Jiulong Mountain, a key pass from the Kowloon Peninsula to the interior of the mainland, a tight defense line had been built by an unknown enemy, and in the past few days, no less than 500 Indian mercenaries and 200 outstanding British Empire soldiers had fallen at the foot of Jiulong Mountain.

Colonel Henry stood on a small hill a mile and a half away from the battlefield, looking at the bright red figures that seemed to be the tide retreating, Henry angrily threw the monoculars in his hand into the grass, and cursed these timid Indian mercenaries viciously in his mouth.

"Let these cowards go back again, launch another attack, they have all been so close to each other's positions, and then retreat, these idiots, is the distance of tens of yards so insurmountable?"

"Colonel, let them rest, there have been two attacks so far this morning, the soldiers are already emaciated to the extreme, and the successive defeats have also made their morale very low, I don't think that attacking again now can achieve better results." Beside him, Major Crouch picked up the telescope that Colonel Henry had smashed at his feet.

"These Indian idiots, forget it, let them rest first, give them a full meal, and rest for two hours before attacking." Colonel Henry cursed dissatisfied, but he still agreed to his subordinate's suggestion, and after looking at his pocket watch, Colonel Henry ordered the herald behind him to walk down the hill again, this has been three days I don't know how many times he has gone up and down this small hill, every time he walked down the hill, his mood seemed so depressed.

Major Crouch glanced at Colonel Henry's back, and then looked back at the Nine Dragons Mountain, which was now back to silence and seemed so verdant and beautiful, and the danger hidden under this seemingly calm scenery had been deeply understood by Major Crouch after three days.

Except for the attack on the British soldiers, with the Indian mercenaries as the backbone, at dusk yesterday, which had broken through the line for a while, but, before they could cheer with joy, a dense artillery fire smashed their hope and excitement back into their assholes.

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Although it was already known on the first day of the attack that the enemy had placed artillery positions on the hillside, it would take much more manpower and material resources and time to deploy such a large number of artillery pieces on the hillside.

What does this mean, it can only show that the other side seems to have calculated a long time ago that the British would fall into their encirclement, so that the Qing people on Hong Kong Island and the Kowloon Peninsula were cleaned up without a single grain left, so that they could not get a grain of food, and they also built an extremely troublesome defense line here.

Unless a large number of artillery pieces are mobilized, it will be difficult to break through, but the problem is that the Kowloon Peninsula is as wild as Hong Kong Island, and the characteristic of barbarism is that it is sparsely populated, and the signs of human activity are only in areas close to the sea, which makes these two places have no road to travel between the islands, without roads, there is no way for artillery to reach the foot of Kowloon Mountain, and there is no artillery, such an attack...... If it weren't for the fact that they wanted to break through the other party's blockade and get supplies from the territory of the Qing Kingdom, they shouldn't have risked the lives of their soldiers to die at all. Although he will not have the slightest pity for the casualties of Indian mercenaries, what will he do when these cannon fodder are dead? Thinking of this, Crouch's brow furrowed deeply and he sighed, turned and walked down the hill.

"My lord, it's been ten days, and they haven't surrendered yet, what should I do, do you want us to attack them by land?" Sun Shijie has not had a good time these days, every day, he has to collect and sort out the information transmitted from various places, nervously monitor all the situations around Hong Kong Island and the Kowloon Peninsula, and if there is an abnormality, he must respond in the shortest possible time.

This job is not easy to do, in ten days, Sun Shijie has lost at least five or six pounds, so his resentment against Young Master Liang's strategy of trapping the enemy and not attacking is the most serious.

"It's Shijie, why don't you go to rest and come here again?" Liang Pengfei fell his gaze on Sun Shijie's face, and couldn't help laughing and said.

"Where can I rest, before the matter is over, if there is a slight difference, it will be a failure." Sun Shijie sat on an empty chair and took a cup of hot tea handed by Ni Ming next to him with a smile, and after the boiling tea soup entered his throat, he couldn't help but feel refreshed, but when he thought of his task, Sun Shijie's face stepped down again.

"Don't worry, there won't be any problems here in Guangzhou, as for the Fujian side, there won't be any problems, I just received the news, the rest of the Nanao Town Water Division has gone to Quanzhou Port for repairs, and the rest is small, not to mention that it is here to make trouble, I'm afraid that when I smell the fart of the British, I will be scared to crawl back, besides, now the government and the opposition are very uncalm because of the British affairs, do they still want to annoy the British, and then sign a Zhenjiang Treaty?" Liang Pengfei stretched out and sat down as well, his young and handsome face was also full of exhaustion.

Because he is also very worried, but the direction he is worried about is a little different from Sun Shijie, what he is worried about is that if the British really want to break the net and take all those battleships to hit the mines, then his arrangement is a waste.

You must know that in addition to those battleships that he is determined to obtain, those British are also the bargaining chips that Liang Pengfei hopes to be able to get in his hands. If it was just a cold corpse, it would be useless for Liang Pengfei, but if he could capture nearly 10,000 British prisoners of war, it would be different, because Liang Pengfei has always been a person who takes one step and sees three steps.

(To be continued)