The sound of "firecrackers" was intermittent, interspersed with the sound of rifle shots, explosions, and screams. The people on the beach looked at the grass in horror, because the grass was obscuring and they couldn't see the situation inside, so they didn't know what terrible things had happened to the troops who went to explore the way. In a few moments, the search party stumbled out of the grass, many of them losing their weapons, some of them still wounded. They did not stop after breaking out of the grass, and ran all the way across the beach towards the warships in the sea. Lieutenant Colonel Ronald noticed that there were almost a hundred people when they entered, and less than half of them returned.

The lieutenant colonel grabbed Wood, who was running wildly, and saw this veteran who had participated in the Crimean War with a frightened face and a scream. "Run! If you don't run, you'll die! ”

"Slap-smack-" The lieutenant colonel gave him two direct slaps to calm him down, but words such as "shoot, kill, enemy, invisible" popped out of his mouth from time to time.

"What the hell is going on?" Ronald shook Wood's body in an attempt to restore the other man's normal speech skills.

"Dead! Hill is dead! All dead! Wood struggled as hard as he could, his strangled neck making him almost breathless.

Ronald threw the poor sergeant on the ground and, glaring into the latter's eyes: "Where is the enemy?" ”

"Ahem—ahem—" Wood gasped for breath as he lay on the ground, and it took a few moments to recover. "I don't know! They all hid behind the grass and shot, I couldn't see them. ”

"What about the explosion? What's going on with the explosion? ”

"Bombs. It's a bomb for the Chinese. Sergeant Wood's luck was not bad, not only did he not run into the "toys" prepared by the Liberation Army, but he was also not disturbed by the horse fleas of bullets and bombs, and Hill's class, which was dozens of feet away from him, was too unlucky, and the Chinese bombs fell right among them, only to see the flash of fire, and several people fell in a pool of blood. Wood had stepped forward to help his friend, but he turned Ciel's lying body over, saw a bloody face, reached under his nostrils and tried it, and there was no breath. Sadness, anger, fear, and other emotions came at him together, and as soon as he looked at his comrades who were scurrying around him, he turned around and joined the fleeing team.

From Wood's staccato words, the lieutenant colonel learned the general situation. The Chinese hid behind the grass and blocked the search force with rifles, bombs and the legendary rapid-fire muskets, and in a matter of minutes, more than half of the troops were killed. The lieutenant colonel questioned several soldiers who had fled, and all of them confirmed this account. In addition to those who have been summoned by the Lord, there should be wounded soldiers who have not yet returned, as the cries for help from the grass illustrate this. But now there is no willingness to rescue people at all, no matter how much Ronald threatens and lures, no one moves. Soon, a crisp gunshot rang out, and the cries for help stopped. This time, Ronald didn't have to worry about saving people anymore, but he was also completely angry. "Cannon! Get the cannon ashore! I'm going to kill all these Chinese mongrels! ”

Li Weizhi withdrew his gun, then sat down with his back to the trench, lit a cigarette and began to swallow the clouds, using nicotine to soothe his tense nerves. From the first time he inserted a pointed iron hose into the mutant's chest, pinned the mutant to the wall, and watched the crimson blood flow from the back of the hose, he overcame the psychological barrier of killing. As a historical house, all I want to do all day long is to travel through and overthrow the Manchu Dynasty, and now this wish has finally come true. He is usually very quiet, but he has an inherent tendency to violence. In his eyes, the British are no different from the mutants, they are the enemies of the survivors, so he used the reason that the wounded soldier was too noisy, and ended up with the latter's life.

None of the others said anything about Li Weizhi's behavior, and even if they didn't agree with it, they wouldn't oppose it, and humanitarianism could only be advocated after the war was won and the situation was completely under control. Moreover, after waiting for a long time, the British had no intention of coming to ambulate the wounded, and Li Weizhi's shot ended the suffering of the wounded soldiers early, which can be regarded as a kind of humanitarianism.

After tossing for most of the day, everyone was tired and thirsty, and they all sat in the trenches to smoke, drink, chat, and rest. The position of the blocking force was on a small high ground behind the grass, and the soldiers could condescendingly see the movements of the British in the grass, and hug the shuttle wherever the grass moved, so the British suffered a big loss without even seeing anyone. At this time, the observation post reported that the British had retreated to the beach, some were digging sand to repair the fortifications, and some were transferring supplies from the ship to the shore. The task of the blocking force was to prevent the British from entering the interior, and it did not include destroying them, so it was easy for the British not to attack.

In the time that followed, there was a brief peace on the battlefield. During this time, the British Army finally brought six field guns ashore, and the follow-up troops of the Liberation Army also arrived, digging trenches along the beach to build an encirclement of the British.

The British built a circular line of defense with sandbags on and off, and artillery positions were located in the center of the line. The artillery unit had no losses because it had been on the ship, and the six eight-pounder field guns were lined up, and the artillerymen had reinforced their gun emplacements, cleaned their chambers, and were ready to give the yellow-skinned monkey a little color at any time. But where is the enemy?

When the artillery commander asked Ronald about this question, the answer was: "Captain, I don't know where the Chinese are either." Those damn yellow-skinned monkeys are hiding behind the grass, so you just have to shoot at the grass in front of you and clean up the things that are in your way. ”

"Yes, sir." The artillery commander, although he did not think that the artillery bombardment had any effect, did not intend to question the orders of the commander.

The British operational observation posts had already informed the blocking forces, and the Mortars of the Liberation Army spoke before the field guns could fire.

When the British artillery commander gave the order, the artillerymen began to charge and reload the artillery, strictly following the steps. But before the commander could shout the command "fire", the sharp whistling sound was heard in the sky again.

A cannonball hit a gun emplacement, and the cannonball landed right in front of the cannon, and the blast shook the wooden gun mount apart, and the bronze gun body rolled backwards and flew out. Several artillerymen standing behind the cannon bore the brunt of the blow, either smashed into meat sauce by the barrels of the guns, or were hit by the gun carriages and vomited blood.

Before the British artillery could react, follow-up shells fell one after another, and the artillery positions were immediately plunged into a sea of fire. The sound of explosions drowned out all the screams, shouts, cries for help, and so on. Powder kegs stacked near the gun emplacements enhanced the fireworks, and some of the infantry who stayed nearby were also affected.

Just as suddenly it came, so did the shelling. The soldiers lying on the beach were still waiting for the third wave of shells to fall, and the shelling stopped, and when the smoke cleared, the living British saw that it was a hell made of iron and fire. The original shape of the six field guns was no longer visible, the barrels were either deformed or broken, and the gun carriages were reduced to pieces of wood. Not a single intact corpse could be found on the battlefield, the beach was red and black with flesh and gunpowder, and the smell of burning proteins was in the air. The British artillery units were wiped out and disappeared from the battle sequence.

The artillery commander also disappeared, at least for the most part. Soon after the shelling stopped, a frightened Ronald ordered his soldiers to begin rescuing the wounded and cleaning up the mess. The wounded were mainly infantry wounded, most of them were wounded by the fragments of the shells, either their heads were broken and bleeding, or their bodies were cut into holes, but fortunately they were all skin wounds. And the artillerymen could not find even a single intact corpse, and the soldiers, enduring the "aroma" of roasted meat, collected all kinds of stumps and severed arms, and got up to try to find their respective owners, but in vain. The artillery commander was the target of the search, but the soldier found only two relics: his hat and the command knife.

"Retreat. Get out of this hellish place! For the first time, Ronald had such a thought, and it slowly eroded his mind like poison, and it grew stronger and stronger. But he was not willing to accept the charge of running away, and he was not the supreme commander and had no authority to make this decision. So he decided to make this suggestion to his superiors. He handed over the command of the scene to his lieutenant and returned to the Cool in a dinghy.

"No! I will not say yes! "After Ronald made his suggestion, Ramsay directly rejected it." If I don't destroy these Chinese, I will never retreat! "It's already five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun is already setting in the west, and Colonel Ramsay has woken up at the time of the massive landing of the Army. Today's battle was simply terrible, first at sea and then on land, with dozens of casualties, the loss of a warship and an artillery battery, but there was no evidence that the enemy had inflicted casualties. If he went back with this result, the colonel did not dare to imagine what awaited him. Dishonorable forced retirement? Sent to a court-martialed or even to prison? "Nope! We must not let this happen! The colonel said to himself that in order to win at least one battle, it was better to capture a few prisoners, so that the upper and lower levels could account for the past. And even if the whole retreat could not be done, now only the Cool could sail, and to bring back two ships with a total of 400 sailors and 600 troops left, it was obvious that one ship could not be loaded. If you abandon the army and navy and go back alone, the Royal Navy will definitely lose face, but I patted my chest in front of the governor and promised that I would definitely win a big victory.

?“ What to do? What to do? "Colonel Ramsay had already made a few rounds on deck, and the sailors around him did not dare to disturb him, for fear of becoming a punching bag. And the first mate Martin, Lieutenant Colonel Ronald and other officers were anxiously watching him, waiting for his decision.

"How about going ashore somewhere else?" Ramsey came up with an idea, but he was not sure, so he had to ask for other people's opinions, which was not in keeping with his usual arbitrary style.

"So where do you change places?" Ronald couldn't think of any use for the idea.

"There are not many Chinese, they can't block this mile-long stretch of beach, we move south or north, find a place where there are no plants blocking the view and go inland, I believe the Chinese will not be able to stop us." The more Ramsay thought about it, the more he felt that this solution worked. "As long as we find those damn yellow-skinned monkeys, we'll be able to wipe them out."

Ramsay ordered Ronald to go and assemble the team immediately. Ronald didn't have any idea of his own, and felt that the colonel's method might work, so he followed the order and began to act. Except for a small group of army soldiers who monitored the grass on the ring line in case of a surprise attack by the Chinese, the other soldiers began to assemble and prepare to change places. All kinds of baggage were abandoned, and the soldiers brought only their own weapons and backpacks, as well as a day's worth of dry food. Ronald fought because of the idea of feeding the enemy, and the soldiers who had spent several years in the East could also eat rice. The sailors also carried the wounded soldiers onto the ship, and the doctors who accompanied the ship began to provide medical care to these poor people.