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It was also the first time that the Ceylonese defenders had engaged in a frantic battle with the Ming Empire's army in the city, and they had previously fought in field conditions and relied on a strong defensive offensive.

There are no more fortified pillboxes, no more trenches, only houses and streets, only buildings that are crumbling and ready to collapse at any moment under the ravages of shells.

Everyone who fights here needs great courage, and a resolute mind to kill between the dead and the blood.

Wiping the blood from his face, a corporal in Ceylon squinted at the smoke-obscured sky in a converted barricade with his rifle in his hand.

In the battle just now, he killed a soldier of the Ming Empire who rushed in, and the body was lying beside him, the blood had not yet coagulated.

The other party's blood, the moment the bayonet pierced his chest, spurted out along the bloodletting groove and splashed him in the face. By the time he drew his bayonet, the young enemy was toppling over like a sandbag inside the barricade.

The barricade was converted from a large crater, surrounded by sandbags and wooden planks, and finally camouflaged by the remains of the building.

It's a nice place to stay, and has been made into a bunker-like existence. So the soldiers of Ceylon liked this barricade and called it Bastion No. 1.

The battle for Barricade No. 1 has been fought at least three times, and at least 300 soldiers have been killed on both sides.

So the stench here is stinking, the air is full of the smell of corruption and death, and anyone who is alive here will feel their own breath, which is a kind of torture and pain.

Man is an animal that adapts easily, so if you keep fighting here for a few hours, you will forget about the corpses around you, as well as those that are barely solidified.

"Are there any people alive?" The Ceylon corporal, who was still alive, shouted in a depressed whisper, he felt that there were no more comrades by his side.

"Uh......" A very low moan caught the attention of the Ceylon corporal, who turned over the corpse of a friendly soldier and came to the Ceylonese soldier who was still alive.

The other party was shot through the shoulder, and the blood had already stained half of his body, obviously this was no longer an injury that could be saved, so the corporal chose a suitable place and sat next to the wounded.

"I'm wounded...... the wounded man lying there seemed to know his injuries very well, and said in a daze: "Don't bother, just talk to me casually." ”

"Good!" The corporal nodded as he reloaded his rifle. The wooden part of his rifle was covered in blood, making him feel sticky when he held it.

"Outside...... Is it still our Ceylon territory outside? The wounded soldier asked with difficulty, as if he was very concerned about the outcome of the battle.

"Yes! Or the territory of our Ceylon! The corporal replied with a smile: "As long as I live, this is the place for us Ceylonese!" It's not their Ming! ”

"That's right! We are all one ancestor, but we are Ceylonese! It's a free man! The wounded man agreed softly, his eyes already a little open.

"Boom!" Outside, a new round of artillery bombardment by the Ming Empire began again, and the sound of the explosion was still far away from here, just the slight vibration coming from the ground, which made people a little irritated.

"You have to live! Take one more breath, take one more breath, and we'll be left with just two of us! He wiped the rifle in his hand with the clothes of the dead man.

However, it is a pity that the wounded comrade-in-arms did not answer his words at this time...... Probably because of excessive blood loss, the other party closed his eyes, not knowing whether he was faint or dead.

Ignoring the wounded man, who had closed his eyes, the corporal came to the front of the barricade with his weapon, stepped on someone else's corpse and climbed to the position of the machine gun.

He opened an ammo box next to the machine gun and found it empty, so he had to look for the machine gun's magazine.

Soon, he found several unused magazines of 25 rounds from under the body of the co-shooter - this was used by Ceylon's light machine guns, and the ammunition chain used by the Ming Empire's Weiyuan machine gun was a little smaller, but it was easier to carry and reload.

The corporal carefully placed the magazine yards next to the light machine gun, and then he adjusted his position and kicked the shooter's body to the bottom of the pit.

Then he put his rifle in a good place, and considered himself a lot of weapons, and went to the bottom of the pit to look for grenades and other weapons on the corpse.

Once again, passing the wounded friendly wounded, he bent over his other's dilated eyes, and then rummaged through his pockets.

Nothing was gained, and he returned to the machine gun position he had just selected by himself, squinting at the direction of the Ming Empire's army's attack.

There was silence at this time, too, and there was not the slightest sound—of course, there was, but it was muffled by the distant sound of cannons.

Rest assured! Brothers! He silently recited a sentence in his heart, which was a promise to the unknown comrade-in-arms who had just died, and it was a very solemn promise.

The Ceylonese soldiers who were originally defending here have all been killed. This corporal of the Ceylon garrison came from later reinforcements.

In the past day, he watched the people he knew die one by one, and finally he was left alone.

Another day passed, and the new Ceylonese soldiers who had arrived to reinforce him, whom he did not know......

Now, these people I don't know are all dead, and he is the only one left here.

He didn't know when he would be able to get out of here, or he already knew in his heart that he was going to die here, but he didn't want to admit the desperate truth.

But he was used to everything: to the sound of shells exploding day and night, to the shrill roar of machine guns......

Accustomed to the screams of tracer bullets flying past his scalp, accustomed to the smell of gunpowder smoke and corpse stench in the air, accustomed to being alone.

Yes, alone.

A lonely fight, a man faces death, a man ......

Here, he belongs alone!