Zhang Pan has a big knife in his right hand and a Type 80 combat pistol in his left hand, as if he is in a no-man's land. Several guards followed closely, and several large knives covered the chief's side and back. Led by him, the soldiers became more and more courageous, and slowly began to gain the upper hand. Although the Gurkha were brave, several of the surviving officers of the Broadsword Brigade were swords and guns, and such a scoundrel approach made the Gurkha people unable to afford to be injured, and they were often hit by a bullet after blocking the incoming slash. Gradually, there were fewer and fewer Gurkha people still fighting, and they were gradually divided and surrounded, and the follow-up British troops had been driven by the teaching battalion as far as they could run, and the desperate Gurkha were still in a state of siege, and it was only a matter of time before they were completely annihilated.

When the last five Gurkha soldiers were forced into a fortified hole, the battle on the position was basically over, and although the Liberation Army was victorious, most of them were wounded. Zhang Pan's chest and arms were also scratched in several places, but fortunately, the wounds were not deep, in his words, just "scratched a little oily skin". Camp Commander Zhang, who was sweating profusely, was sitting on the mound of earth to rest at this time, and the blood-stained big knife was inserted into the ground next to him, and after dozens of minutes of hand-to-hand combat, his body was as strong as he could not bear it. After the battle on this side, the British troops who were attacking head-on also retreated, and the pursuing training battalion was about to drive the British troops to the seashore, and they could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Others are not as good as him, and several platoon commanders have to organize the treatment of the wounded and clean up the battlefield. Although Weng Zhongtian died nine times today, he did not suffer any injuries, and he led people to block a few Gurkha people who were stubbornly resisting in the anti-artillery hole, and as for how to deal with these people, it made him very nerve-wracking. It stands to reason that the most correct way is to throw two grenades into it, which is simple, fast, safe and effective, and if it was just when he was fighting with his life, he would have thrown the grenades into it a long time ago. Now that it has been won and safe, all sorts of caution have come to mind, after all, killing five more enemies is not the same as capturing five prisoners. These five Gurkha people only have scimitars in their hands, and it is not their own words to kill or chop. So he spoke broken English and began to shout to the anti-artillery shelter to persuade him to surrender.

After chasing the British troops into the mountains and forests, the first company and the second platoon of the training battalion automatically divided into several combat groups, each of which was about 10 meters apart, marched in unison, and used walkie-talkies to communicate with each other to ensure that each group would not go too far or fall behind. The British army once wanted to play a small ambush, but unfortunately their bright red uniforms easily betrayed them, but the camouflage uniforms provided good cover for the Liberation Army, coupled with the strange leap forward, so that the British army could not aim if they wanted to.

The British fought and retreated, and from time to time someone was shot and fell, and the second platoon of the company was like a hungry wolf following behind the herd of bison, rushing out from time to time to knock down one or two lone ones. A battalion of British troops, pursued by the Liberation Army, which was only one-tenth of its own number, finally fled to the place where the ship was stopped, Liyumen, at the cost of losing sixty or seventy people. The width of the strait here is only more than 500 meters, as long as you get on the ship, you will be safe, and the guns of the warships on the sea will provide protection. But when they arrived at the seashore, a new problem arose, and in the morning they were crossed in small boats in batches, and even if the Gurkha and the loss of more than sixty or seventy people were removed, these dozen small boats would not be enough to transport them all back at once. The first to push the boat into the sea and left first, because of the hurry, in fact, the first few dinghys were not "full", which also caused the latter boats to be seriously overloaded, and from time to time people were squeezed into the water. For the ownership of the last two dinghys, the remaining seventy or so British troops broke out into a fierce scramble, and before they could decide the winner, the pursuing training battalion had already arrived. In order not to be the target of the naval guns, the survivors did not rush out of the mountains and forests, but took advantage of the cover of trees to start a shooting competition against the British troops on the beach.

The survivors all switched their bolts to single-shot mode, and the British on the beach had no shelter and could only be beaten passively, and some soldiers threw down their weapons and rushed into the sea in an attempt to swim back to Hong Kong Island, most of which turned into floating corpses after a single shot. The British naval guns also fired at the mountains and forests, trying to stop the massacre of the Restoration Army, but because of the good camouflage camouflage of the Liberation Army, they could only shoot indiscriminately without a target, and it was completely up to luck to hit the target.

With the last of the inactive British soldiers on the beach hit by three bullets and lying on the ground without moving, the shooting game of the Liberation Army is over. There were at least fifty or sixty corpses lying on the beach, and of course, some people were not excluded from pretending to be dead, but the survivors were not going to risk their lives to test this. Everyone began to brag about their achievements, and some were recovering bullet casings on the ground, and the platoon commander who led the team observed the beach again with a telescope, and after being sure that there were no fish that slipped through the net, he picked up the walkie-talkie and gave an order: "Each team cleans up the battlefield, and we will retreat in two minutes!" "There's no artillery, and the survivors can't do anything with those wooden boats, so it's useless to stay here, so it's better to go back early. The platoon commander was thinking about how to show off this target shooting game when he saw something dragging a fire-breathing tail flying from a British warship in this direction. Before he could react, the thing exploded more than twenty meters away from him, and the flames flashed, and the grass and bushes around the explosion point ignited a raging fire.

One of the nearby survivors was also ignited by the splashing sparks, and it was too late to undress, so he had to roll on the ground to extinguish the fire. "It's rockets. Let's withdraw! The platoon commander came to his senses from the initial shock, and without thinking about why the British army had rocket artillery, he immediately issued an order to transfer in with a walkie-talkie. But the British obviously would not let them run away so easily, and rockets were fired into the mountains and forests one after another, some of them the same incendiary bombs as the first, and immediately after the explosion there was a raging fire around them; Some of them were bombs with fragments, and after the explosion, iron fragments of various sizes swept through everything around the blast site. Unlike artillery, which can only kill at points, the swarming rockets pursue face-to-face killing, and from time to time there are survivors who are swept down by broken breath or burned by fire, and the platoon commander personally watched a survivor be swept down by the rockets that exploded next to him, and when he rushed to find that half of the wounded's body was stained red with blood, he was tossing and wailing in pain on the ground. Without much thought, the platoon commander carried the wounded on his shoulders and continued to run deeper into the mountains and forests.

I don't know how long I ran, but I felt that the explosion had subsided, and the platoon commander stopped, only to realize that the wounded on his shoulder had no sound. He quickly tried to snort, but fortunately, there was still breathing, maybe he was just unconscious. He placed the wounded man on the ground and briefly treated the wound with a triangular scarf. Looking around, there were about 20 people who ran here with him, and after using the walkie-talkie to communicate, some more people gathered one after another. Before the number of people could be counted, the sound of firing before the warships in the bay sounded again. The platoon commander immediately found a high place and looked into the bay, only to see rockets on several warships soaring into the sky and heading towards the north. The platoon commander said in his heart, "It's not good!" ", picked up the walkie-talkie and tuned to the public channel, "Battalion Commander Zhang, the British have fired rockets at you!" ”

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Zhang Pan was baffled by such a brainless sentence coming out of the walkie-talkie, when he saw a fire rising into the air in the south, and soon heard a familiar whistling sound in the air, he immediately woke up to what it was, and shouted "Find cover!" He ran to the nearest anti-artillery hole, and along the way, he also pulled a few stunned indigenous soldiers to run with him. Some people also saw something flying in the air, and the position that had been in order just now immediately became chickens and dogs. At this time, the rockets of the British also fell overwhelmingly, and the position was immediately ablaze, but fortunately, the warning of the training battalion provided everyone with more than ten seconds of reaction time, and most of them found cover, even if they did not enter the defensive artillery hole, they also jumped into the trenches, and only a small number of overwhelmed indigenous soldiers ran around the position like ants on a hot pot, and these people were quickly overwhelmed by the sea of fire.

Weng Zhongtian was still trying to persuade the Gurkha people in the anti-artillery hole to surrender, but when he heard Zhang Pan's shout, he couldn't react for a while, and the two survivors rushed over, threw a grenade into it without saying a word, and then rushed in and fired a burst of AK. By the time Weng Zhongtian reacted and rushed in, the five Gurkha had been beaten into a hornet's nest, and Weng Zhongtian immediately beckoned his men to hide in, and in order to make more space, the corpses of the five Gurkha were also thrown at the entrance of the cave, taking into account the sandbags to block the bomb fragments.

The rocket attack lasted for 20 minutes, and Zhang Pan, who was hiding in the anti-artillery hole, counted silently, and almost a total of more than 100 rockets fell. Taking advantage of the interval between the attacks, Zhang Pan once again contacted the commander of the second platoon of the teaching battalion, only to learn that the rocket was launched from a British warship parked at Liyumen. It was not Battalion Commander Zhang's style to be passively beaten, and he immediately contacted the General Headquarters and asked to send planes to assist in the battle.

After the British launched a rocket attack on the main position, the second platoon commander began to gather his subordinates, and after counting, it was found that there were three people missing, and the platoon commander had to take people back to look for them. It took a lot of effort to find the three "missing people", two of whom were unable to move due to leg injuries, and the other was injured in the head and was already in a deep coma, so the platoon commander had to arrange for someone to cut down a tree as a stretcher and let people rush him to the hospital. The rest of the men also had injuries of varying sizes, three of which had varying degrees of burns that could only be treated when they returned to the base. The platoon commander sent all the wounded away, leaving himself and the three unscathed survivors behind to observe and monitor the British warships in the bay.

On the main position, taking advantage of the interval between the attacks, the Liberation Army began to rescue the wounded. The survivors reacted quickly under the long-term education of war movies, and although there were some injuries, none of them were killed. On the contrary, the indigenous soldiers suffered heavy casualties, and many were unable to find cover in the first place, and were finally covered by artillery fire. According to preliminary statistics, about 30 indigenous soldiers died in the rocket attack, and more than 60 were injured to varying degrees, plus more than 10 people who were killed in the second company in hand-to-hand combat, and the troops in the left flank position can be said to have lost their combat effectiveness. Zhang Pan had no choice but to let the troops retreat, and all the wounded were sent to the field hospital on Stonecutters Island, where they were replaced by three companies of the training battalion to take over the defense, and asked the general headquarters to send another company from the training battalion to support.

In this rocket attack, the frontal position was also a key target, but the troops of the first company had prepared in advance, so the British rockets did not achieve any effect except for blowing up some craters and burning some sandbags. A few more misses landed in the center, and because the artillery unit was transferred to concealment when the second platoon of the training battalion raised the alarm, there was no tragedy like that of the Germans in World War I.

While the fierce battle on the Kowloon Peninsula was raging, three warships of the Royal Navy also launched a tentative attack on the Chiwan Fortress, but after seeing the range and power of the 152 plus howitzers, they consciously retreated.