The brutal battle makes people feel helpless and lost, and the Boers are driven by Long Yuhui, a wolf, so everyone is fighting hardest, and the smell of blood on their bodies, the ruthless murderous aura has never been seen before.

The British troops gradually began to be unable to resist the impact of the Boer army, the first two battalions of 1,000 people had faint signs of retreat at this time, just a few minutes of confrontation, both sides were not able to have fun, the Boer army who had tasted the taste of blood for the first time began to be a little reluctant to see the British retreat, and now they have been completely occupied by the battle.

They had never felt it before, never in their years in the army.

"Go and inform the Provisional Military Headquarters, just say that we have already tore a hole in the enemy's position here, and let them quickly follow up." Long Yuhui glanced at the herald who had come to him for a long time, and said to him after recovering his previous appearance. Madness will only appear in battle, this is Long Yuhui's characteristic, and it is also something that very few people can do.

"It's... Be! The herald replied with a little fear, Long Yuhui's performance was really scared of him, he had never seen a person so crazy, completely like a machine to kill.

The British army retreated in a hurry, and on the way to retreat, rifles and so on were thrown all over the ground, because the Boer army used all the weapons provided by Wang Lin, although it was much worse than the Hainan army, but it was still comparable to the British army on the opposite side, and even surpassed the British equipment in some places, so at this time, although the Boer army was already very short of guns and ammunition, they still did not go forward to pick up the equipment left by the British army.

At this time, the ground under your feet is full of clay that has been soaked into mud by blood, and walking on it will also bring some blood and mud with your shoes. Long Yuhui looked at the boots under his feet, the quality was not bad, the surface looked shabby, and it was very dirty, but the inside was not soaked, after a fierce battle, it was only caused by some blood flowing down the clothes on his body and the fight was caused by entering the boots.

"If you don't want to be shot, follow me." After the herald handed over the task of delivering the message to the two Boer soldiers, he hurried back, and the troops could not do without him and Long Yuhui, because one was responsible for commanding and the other was responsible for translation, and no one could do without them.

After giving the order, Long Yuhui took a step forward, reloaded the few spare magazines on his body, hung the short knife at his waist, and then grabbed a rifle and led a group of Boer soldiers to rush in the footsteps of the British. The British have already retreated, and there will certainly be no good fruit to eat if they stay here, because when the British return, their artillery will definitely carpet bomb this place for a second time.

There are two ways to solve this dilemma, the first is to continue to retreat as the first time, and the second is to chase the British troops to shorten the distance between the two, forcing the British artillery not to open fire easily. Relying on the remnants of their recent victory and high morale to chase and fight the enemy, the support troops are not far from here anyway, and they can catch up as long as the battle can last for an hour.

Because Long Yuhui's task this time is to break through and advance in advance, becoming a sharp knife to be stabbed into the enemy's henchmen, so as to drive the entire provisional army into the British army together, and the 200,000 Boer troops will attack on the periphery, as for the final effect, it can only depend on the combat effectiveness of the Boer army?

In the case of the British army being flanked from the front and rear, it is definitely impossible to fight against the Boer army outside, and there are more than 10,000 Chinese-trained soldiers in the Boer army at this time, who can act as pillars to support every squad, every platoon, and every company in the battle.

Long Yuhui stepped on the place where the British troops passed just now, squatted down slightly, looked at the direction they were leaving, and waved his hand back, signaling the troops to continue to move forward quickly.

If Wang Lin were here now, he would have felt a little familiar with this kind of scene, and the battle that took place in Burma decades later in history was almost the same as when the British army was defeated. All the British threw away everything they could, rifles, bullets, even shirts and hats, hoping to reduce their weight and make them run faster.

The embarrassed appearance of the British at this time, if they could be seen by their relatives, was enough to make their hearts ache, and at the same time scolded the Boers for being too ruthless. The uninjured are like smearing oil on the soles of their feet, more like sprinting in a hundred meters, one by one scrambled to run backwards, and the lightly injured people did not have the energy to take care of any comrades-in-arms at this time, it is better to sit here and rest, or hide it and there may be a glimmer of hope for life.

It has been half an hour since the beginning of the pursuit, and more and more wounded soldiers told Long Yuhui that in front, the British troops were not far ahead. Because of the inconvenience of the heavy machine gun, Long Yuhui only slowed down the speed of follow-up and always kept a certain distance from the British army.

At this time, the sky was getting darker and darker, and he couldn't see anything clearly, and in the dark night when he couldn't see his five fingers, Long Yuhui could only judge his own direction and the enemy's direction according to his own field common sense.

Not far away, about a kilometer away, a flickering thing slowly rose into the sky, this is the British hot air balloon, although the detection effect at night is equal to zero, but it can still be used as a guide for the artillery, as long as there are experienced observers, they can rely on the only remaining light of artillery fire to observe the surrounding situation, and even calibrate the detailed coordinates.

"The enemy's artillery base, the heavy machine gun finds a good position, and the others follow me." Long Yuhui said to the herald. Xuan led the whole regiment, except for the machine gunners and bomb suppliers, and slowly approached the enemy artillery position.

The earth was trembling, the terrible recoil of the 155mm howitzer pushed the 155mm howitzer to the rear, at this time the British artillery here was not equipped with the most advanced anti-recoil device, several British artillerymen quickly pushed the artillery back to the position, and the loader quickly stuffed the ammunition in his hand into the gun chamber, and continued to trigger after calibration.

At this time, several old observers standing on the hot air balloon ignited a yellow object, the yellow flame shook slightly along the breeze, and the two observers below hurriedly shouted loudly to the other cannon commander after seeing the yellow flame. After that, the soldier of the cannon hurriedly loaded the shell, and the gun commander sent the shell out fiercely.

At this time, the three old observers on the hot air balloon saw it thoroughly, there were troops marching, one observer hurriedly lit a red object, the observer below saw the signal and hurriedly shouted to all the gunners, and then the loader of each cannon quickly picked up a cannonball, intending to stuff it into the chamber.

Reload all? Could it be? Thinking of this, Long Yuhui couldn't help but feel for a while, could it be that there were his own reinforcements? They mistakenly thought it was us who had just defeated them? If this is the case, then the follow-up troops will definitely suffer a big loss.

didn't have time to think about it, Long Yuhui hurriedly aimed his rifle at a loader who was loading, and after a 'snap' gunshot, the bullet quickly drilled out of the chamber, bringing out a fiery red light and flying forward quickly, the sound of the bullet tearing the air roared in the air, just in the blink of an eye, the loader fell to the ground.

The sudden sound of gunfire alarmed every British artillery on the spot, and the British army was a little at a loss for a while, and the artillerymen in the distance only knew that there was a gunshot, but they didn't know what was going on? The nearby soldiers were panicking and hiding, trying to hide themselves in a safe place and avoid the threat of bullets.

"Rush, rush with me." Long Yuhui suddenly lifted his body lying on the ground slightly, hunched his waist and rushed forward.

When the regiment commander is charging with his life, it is impossible for any soldier to be willing to hide behind and watch, because soldiers also know how to compare their hearts with their hearts, and they also know what kind of officers are really good to themselves. Of course, if the officers will only blindly command in the rear, then even the most brave soldiers will be cultivated like sheep.

The reason why every officer who graduated from the small black room dared to fight and rush, there was no one of the wrong people, and the surname was irritable but did not lose battlefield experience and amazing wisdom. At that time, Wang Lin secretly searched all over Hainan, and even in the mainland and Guangdong, and finally found a group of teenagers who were born suitable for being soldiers, and trained them to become real soldiers from their youth stage.

Most of the first batch of trainees in the Little Black House are fifteen or sixteen years old, and after they have undergone a three-year training, on the day they graduate, they will undergo the most cruel test, that is, to perform a mission, this seemingly ordinary test has ruined the military careers of many cadets, and even their future lives will be touched. Although Wang Lin has been delaying again and again, now that they have graduated, there is no time to delay.

After killing, you can still laugh and talk about life, not everyone can do it for drinking and having fun, and only five of the fifty members of the first two phases of the small black house really graduated, and the rest were either eliminated in the early stage or left in the most test.

It only took less than ten seconds for Long Yuhui to come to the artillery position fifty or sixty meters away, still with the same god-like action, holding the gun in his left hand and the short knife in his right hand, shooting left and slashing right, cutting a British soldier to the ground, and his freshly cleaned face was once again stained with the upside-down blood.

ps: Tears run for recommendations, ask for collections! The regimental commanders quickly supported by fire.

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