Iron and blood make up a tragic picture, with strips of flesh hanging from the branches, blood dripping from the dirt, flags fluttering in the smoke of gunpowder, and trumpets wailing in the cold wind.

On the position of the No. 4 Defense Zone, there seems to be a ghost in the world, the wounded who have no one to treat are groaning and lying on the broken flags, the organs exposed to the air are exposed from the hands of the wounded that cannot be concealed, and the shouts and gunfire are constantly ringing around, accompanied by the occasional cannon sound, and the whistling shells then look for the inverted ghost on the battlefield, adding to the dead souls of the underworld. The torches planted in the walls of the moat, which seemed to be lights for the souls of the dead, had long since lost their original function of igniting grenades.

A bloodstained straight sword brought out a real and illusory light and shadow towards Qiangzai, only to see him swing away the straight sword of the British cavalryman, and slash forward on the horse's leg. The horses fell with a scream, and the British soldiers on their horses hit the top of the ditch wall and bounced to the ground. The sharp steel knife buzzed out with a muffled sound, and the knife cut off the head of the British cavalry like thunder, and the rolling head rolled at the bottom of the trench and fell to Jia Feng's feet, still bleeding from itself.

Suddenly, a dense burst of gunfire was not far away, and there was another round of British fire, and the chaotic bullets made a muffled sound in the dirt. After the gunshot, Qiangzai's body trembled. Blood welled up in his chest, quickly staining his green military uniform, and the hat on his head was tilted to the side with a violent movement. Qiangzai's chest rose and fell with difficulty, and he used all his strength to straighten his military hat. A trace of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth. The noise on the battlefield seemed to suddenly disappear, and everything around seemed to be still. There was no expression on Qiangzai's pale face, and he staggered and fell into the trench, never to get up again.

Lieutenant Colonel Hart, the commander of the British 7th Regiment, seized this brief opportunity, and the entire 7th Regiment of nearly 2,000 men forced a breakthrough to cooperate with the British cavalry attack. This attack intentionally or unintentionally drove the entire battlefield, with the advance of the 7th Regiment. In order to make up for the gap left by the advance of the 7th Regiment, the troops of the British offensive front accelerated their advance. Positions in various places withstood wave after wave of onslaught from the British.

At the same time, the artillery that had just stopped for a while began to bombard each other more violently. The melody of guns and cannons echoed on the battlefield like a tragic song of death. In order to avoid artillery bombardment and to be able to fire a volley of muskets, the British soldiers lined up in horizontal formations, and the horizontal formations distanced themselves from each other. In this Symphony of Death, groups of British soldiers are like red tides. Stubbornly stormed the green embankment, grenades were thrown between the two sides, fires burned on the positions, explosions sounded like drumbeats, and the most surviving thing in human history was once again born on the battlefield of Singapore, where China and Britain brutally killed each other for the benefit of their respective countries and ethnic groups, and all the good feelings of mankind* were in vain. The originally noble human life has become humble here, and the god of death has easily harvested fresh life.

The commander of the expeditionary force, Guo Fu's mustache trembled nervously, he had already ordered the 8th and 15th regiments as reserves to approach the No. 4 defense area, and the other English cavalry regiment was obviously the main force of reinforcements, and they had already charged in advance. It is now only two hundred meters away from the fourth defense zone.

At this time, the British 7th Regiment took advantage of the opportunity created by the cavalry to fight the Chinese defenders at close range, under the command of Lieutenant Colonel Hart. Rows of gunpowder smoke rose from the muzzles of the guns, and the choking smoke gathered into smoke and wafted above several horizontal formations of the seventh regiment. With each swing of the saber by the British commander, a dense build-up of fire always brought a lot of death on the position. The trenches were supposed to bring great convenience to the Chinese defenders, but the entanglement of the British cavalry left the defenders exposed to the guns of the British army. The indiscriminate shooting of the lives of the reapers, whether Chinese soldiers or British soldiers, after a few volleys, there were not many people left standing in their positions. What's more, the British took control of the area, and although they did not enter the trenches for the time being, the Chinese defenders only had to emerge from the trenches. The volley of the British troops in the front row was enough to remind those who were not reconciled. Hart seems to have seen victory. He commanded the British to approach alternately, carefully preparing to enter the trenches.

The wide trenches were filled with dead and wounded. Abin is a platoon commander of the No. 4 Defense Area of the 31st Division, he watched Qiangzi fall in front of him, Abin's eyes seemed to be about to crack, and the green tendons on his hands crawled like earthworms, and he couldn't help but scold: "Damn foreign devils." ”

The cavalry that rushed into the trench was basically solved, but the foreign devils shot indiscriminately regardless of their own people, killing and wounding many defenders in the trenches. He leaned down, peeking out of his hiding place with a pair of eyes that were about to erupt into flames, surveying the battlefield.

The foreign devils in front of the trenches were lined up in horizontal formations, and groups of soldiers were walking towards the trenches with rifles loaded with bayonets.

After Qiangzai's death, Defense Area 4 had lost its supreme commander, and the remaining defenders in the trenches were fighting on their own. Abin was a platoon commander, and the rank badge embroidered on his chest made him the highest commander here. Abin took a grenade from the body of a comrade and said, "Light the fire." ”

The surrounding comrades either took out the grenades from their bodies, or easily found the grenadiers from the deceased.

Abin took the lead and lit the fuse on the burning torch, and after a moment in his hand, Abin threw a grenade and shouted, "Throw." ”

The British infantry, who were cautiously approaching in front of the trench, saw the grenade smashed out like hail, and before they had time to dodge, they heard a loud noise, and the violent explosion blew up seven or eight British soldiers on the spot, and the bomb was either killed or wounded within a kilometer of the projectile, and the strong explosion effect shocked the British army, but still did not stop the British attack.

The grenade thrown by Abin produced such a huge force that it slowed down the offensive of the British army, and also woke up the surviving Chinese defenders in the trenches, they threw grenades one after another, the flames of the explosion flickered in front of the position of the fourth defense area, and the strong air wave spread to all sides, and the thick smoke of gunpowder obscured the view.

But the British army seemed to be inexhaustible, when the explosion sounded, the foreign devils quickly lay down and hid in a hidden place, as soon as the explosion was over, these people did not know that they came out of there again, and rushed towards the defenders' positions in the dark.

Abin still threw the last grenade, his hands clenched the steel knife, he could clearly see the appearance of the British soldier at the front, and even the pimple on the left side of this guy's face was ripe enough to squeeze out the cream. Apparently the guy saw him too, and the other man raised his musket and aimed it at Abin, who rolled alertly. There was a bang, but it was the soldier who was aiming for Abin who fell.