The ghost guy's warship was getting closer and closer, and the atmosphere in the trenches was getting more and more tense, Luo Jiaying lay on the edge of the trenches, trying to calm himself down, but his hands still couldn't help but tremble. Although I have fought a few times with bandits and pirates in the past, it was all with fists and feet, and the real battle formation was the first time today. Don't look at the generosity and heroism of what you just said, and when you see the enemy slowly approaching, you still can't help but be nervous. Not far away, the platoon commander was using a telescope to observe the slowly approaching warship, and if you looked closely, you would find that beads of sweat had oozed from the corners of his forehead.

Several warships finally reached the position facing the position of the Liberation Army, and all the gun windows were already open, and the sailors on the deck could be seen running back and forth. Suddenly, a puff of smoke erupted from the side of the warship in the center, and the platoon leader shouted: "Shelling, concealment!" Then he quickly shrank back from outside the trench. Although the soldiers' movements were half a beat slower, by the time the shells smashed between the two barbed wires, there was no longer a single figure outside the trench.

This shot was a solid school projectile, and it did not cause more damage except for cutting two wires and smashing two craters in the ground. But what will happen next, even those who have only watched war movies know, and the platoon commander hurriedly ordered each squad to enter the concealment department. This is a regular training subject, the soldiers in an orderly manner under the leadership of the squad leader, quickly entered the anti-artillery hole, when the platoon commander was the last to enter the anti-artillery hole, the British shells also arrived as scheduled.

Four battleships, nearly fifty twelve-pounder guns and twenty-four pounder together formed a chorus. It was impossible for a nineteenth-century warship to fire a real salvo, which also created a scene of continuous cannon fire. Solid shells, grenades, and grapegretes of anti-personnel shells smashed into the positions of the Liberation Army, filling the entire trench with smoke and dust, and causing a coughing sound in the anti-artillery holes. But other than that, it didn't bring any effect. The black powder did not do anything to the top of the anti-artillery hole that was seventy or eighty centimeters thick, and the zigzag trench also provided good protection for the entrance of the hole, so the anti-artillery hole was still very safe except for the noise and bad air.

The bombardment lasted for twenty minutes, and after four battleships and four second-class gunboats performed in turn, they began to slowly move westward. When they gave way to the fairway, the British infantry of the brigade officially appeared in small boats. The soldiers of the Liberation Army were also driven out of the shelter after the shelling, and the trenches that were intact before had become dilapidated, two of them were blown up, the tunnels were littered with fragments of various shells, and the sandbags on the outside were also scattered. "Quick! Fast! Get back to your place right away! The platoon commander urged.

After each squad was in place, the trenches were repaired, the blown ones were cleaned up, and the scattered sandbags were returned to their respective places. At this time, the British dinghy had also passed the center line of the fairway. The platoon commander commanded in a loud voice: "Check your weapons, wait for my orders!" Luo Jiaying opened the bolt of the rifle, looked inside the chamber, and pulled the bolt back and forth several times, which was very flexible, which was because he oiled the gun every day for maintenance.

The first dinghy landed, and the second order of the platoon leader came down, "Bullets loaded!" Luo Jiaying took out a row of bullets from the bullet bag, pulled the bolt, stuck the bullet bridge and pushed it down, and five bullets entered the magazine. The hand of a private next to him trembled vigorously, and he could not aim the bullet bridge at the chamber of the gun, so the staff sergeant had to help him.

More and more British soldiers landed on the beach, and some of the companies that had arrived in full began to advance in loose formation towards the defenders' positions. When the British reached the first barbed wire, a platoon leader shouted: "Ruler a hundred, aim!" At the same time, he raised his right hand high. According to the content of daily training, the soldiers adjusted the ruler, put their rifles on sandbags, and aimed at the vague figure in front of them in a line of three points.

The British army also made full preparations for this attack, and when they encountered barbed wire blocking the road, someone immediately took out two long hemp ropes, one end tied to the barbed wire column, and the other end was dragged into the hands of dozens of British soldiers, and a "tug-of-war competition" was launched on the battlefield. With the joint efforts of dozens of people, the columns began to loosen little by little.

The right hand of the platoon commander was still raised high, and at the same time, he whispered with the second platoon commander on the other side, the machine gun platoon commander in the bunker, with the walkie-talkie. When to fire the first shot is important, the first salvo must be imposing. The first line of barbed wire was exactly 100 meters away, and the second was 30 meters away, with scattered mines between the two lines. Several platoon commanders planned to wait for the British to enter the minefield before shooting, so that the attacking British troops would not return.

Soon, the soldiers of the British "tug-of-war" let out a shout, and the column was finally pulled out, and some soldiers could not retract their feet and were brought down in a large string. At this moment, a sudden gunshot rang out, startling the British soldiers, and then the gunfire was so loud that bullets could even be heard whizzing overhead. "Quick, forward!" The British officer urged. The soldiers immediately rushed through the gap.

"He's!" The platoon leader angrily withdrew his right hand. Just now, before he could give the order, some soldiers fired in advance, and the chain reaction also caused the other soldiers who were tense to subconsciously pull the trigger, and finally drove the second row on the other side. was so angry that the second platoon commander scolded in the communication channel, but the first platoon commander couldn't say anything bitter.

Because it was a disorderly shooting, the results achieved were not good, and only three people were brought down by more than eighty rifles. The 3.77% hit rate made several platoon commanders want to cry without tears, so they had to comfort themselves with "after all, it's the first time".

The platoon commander glanced at the soldiers who were mostly in a daze after firing a shot, and shouted: "Shoot freely, aim and shoot." So, after a brief silence, the gunshots rang out again.

The first barbed wire, almost 300 wide, was opened by the British in a tug-of-war and opened two more gaps, more soldiers poured in, and the mines in the minefield finally began to work. From time to time, after a boom, a British soldier jumped into the air, and after landing on the ground, he hugged one leg and wailed, and most of the injured leg was missing below the calf, as if it had been quickly amputated. Sometimes it will affect some people around you, and these people's faces and bodies will be inlaid with several small steel balls the size of pearls. Matthew is one of them, and he has one on his right butt. He was lying on the ground screaming, and the wound felt like someone had inserted a red-hot iron hammer into his buttocks, and it hurt so badly. He tried to pull the iron out of the chisel, but he couldn't reach it. "Oh God! Who's going to help me? It hurts! ”

His buddy Wolf heard his call and hurriedly ran over, "Man, how are you?" Where did it hurt? ”

"Ass, ass." Matthew danced his backhand over his ass and tried to grab the imaginary "iron drill".

"Dude, don't move! Let me see! Wolf grabbed the other party's hands, and found that the other party's pants had a hole in the buttocks, and blood was oozing from time to time, so he comforted: "It's a small injury, I'll treat it for you immediately." I said can't you just be quiet for a while? Look at Cruise, there are two holes in the face, and they don't scream. Not far from the two men, a British soldier fell to the ground on his back, hit in the face by two steel balls, and had already seen God.

Taking advantage of Matthew's distraction, Wolf tore off the suspenders of the former's pants without saying a word, and pulled off his outer pants and underwear. The steel ball had entered the flesh less than half an inch, and Wolf could faintly see the metallic sheen of the blood oozing out of the small round hole. He pulled out his bayonet, the tip of the knife inserted into the wound and slammed it outward, and before Matthew could react, small balls of blood flew out.

"Ah——!h The wounded screamed so badly that they almost jumped up from the ground. "Damn, what did you do to me?" Because of the insertion of the foreign body, his wound widened again.

Wolf wrapped the wounded's buttocks with a bandage, then picked up a small steel ball with bloodshot and handed it to his friend who was in tears, "Take it as a souvenir!" Looking around, there was a steady stream of soldiers passing through the first barbed wire, and in front of the second barbed wire, many soldiers had already gathered, ready to repeat their old tricks. The gunfire of the Liberation Army was very chaotic, and no more than 10 people were shot and fell to the ground, but the bombs that exploded from time to time in the ground caused more damage. An officer shouted: "Step on the footprints!" Walk in the footsteps of those in front of you! "The sound of the explosions became less and less than a tenth of the casualties did not disrupt the rhythm of the British attack. He patted his friend on the shoulder, "You lie here obediently, and I'll take you away when we retreat later." With his rifle in hand, the cat bent over and ran towards the second barbed wire.

In front of the second barbed wire, a number of British soldiers had already gathered, some preparing for another "tug-of-war", while others were lying on the ground or hiding behind pillars to exchange bullets with the Liberation Army. Instead of getting to the crowded place, Wolf jumped into a crater left by a grenade, and when he looked up, the trenches of the Guangfu Army were clearly visible a hundred yards away, and Wolf knew that the vicious Chinese were hiding in that ditch, but he only saw heads with round iron helmets and muzzle flames flashing from time to time. "These rats will hide in the gutter." Picking up his gun, he fired a shot at a round iron helmet.

Luo Jiaying fired a shot at a target, and after the fire faded, the target was still alive, so angry that the staff sergeant punched the ridge. It's much harder to hit a live target than to fix it! Suddenly, his steel helmet seemed to have been struck by something, and he fell backwards into the trench. After a while, he realized that he should have been shot. He hurriedly took off his steel helmet, only to see a three-inch-long scratch on the right side, which made the staff sergeant secretly afraid, if it weren't for this ugly iron pot (the evaluation of the steel helmet by the indigenous soldiers), he would be reimbursed here today. While secretly rejoicing, he glanced at the bunker with resentment, "Why doesn't the machine gun fire yet?" ”

The platoon commander of the cannon platoon had been closely monitoring the rhythm of the British attack, looking for the best time to open fire, even ignoring the urging of the other two platoon commanders. When at least 200 British soldiers had gathered in front of the second barbed wire, and the column had been pulled loose, he turned the gun mount, aimed the sight at the group of people who were "tug-of-war", grasped the handle with both hands, and pointed his thumb forward, and the Maxim machine gun began to cry out happily.

The sudden, strange continuous sound of gunfire alerted Wolfe, and he instinctively shrank downward, and the legendary "Death's Whip" swept over his head. The poor marksmanship of the Liberation Army caused the British to relax their vigilance, and at least more than 100 hedgehogs gathered together, waiting to open the gap, and they became the target of the machine guns, and 80% of the bullets were poured on them. Wolf saw blood burst out of the crowd, and many fell to the ground before they could snort, and the people around him threw down their weapons and crawled to the sides and rear.

The whip raged for a short time, less than a minute, but left at least fifty dead and wailing wounded in front of the barbed wire. Wolf didn't even dare to look at the miserable situation in the pool of blood, and the whole person shrank like an ostrich in the crater. At this time, the trumpet of retreat sounded, which was the best sound for him. The moving British soldiers ran back on their feet, and many of the immobile wounded were abandoned, and Wolf joined the group, but he did not forget to carry his friend on his shoulder.

Hong Kong Island, North Point Fort, General Spintozi put down his binoculars, saw that the young officers around him were all depressed, and smiled slightly, "It doesn't matter! Is this just a warm-up?. ”