The platoon commander of the second company is Weng Zhongtian. After the merger of the two security zones, the troops were also mixed, and the officers of the two sides were staggered, so Weng Zhongtian also went to the first battalion and one company as the main force as a platoon commander.

Today the task of the second company and the first platoon is to defend the left flank of the position. There are only two trenches more than 130 meters long, and there are also anti-artillery holes, but there are no pillboxes, no machine gun bunkers, and there is only one barbed wire fence outside the trenches, which is erected 50 meters away from the trenches, and 50 meters outside the barbed wire is a mountain forest. This place is not suitable for large troops to attack, so only one rifle platoon was placed here to defend, and the only automatic weapon in the platoon was a Type 54 submachine gun in Weng Zhongtian's hand.

All morning, the frontal position on the right was in full swing, but there was not even a fly on their side, which made Weng Zhongtian idle and painful. It was not a good pleasure to wear a steel helmet under the sun, there was not even a little shade around it, and the camouflage uniform was already soaked with sweat. The soldiers were lying on the edge of the trenches, some of them were already drowsy, and Weng Zhongtian had to walk back and forth to wake up the soldiers who were sleeping. Fortunately, there was enough water to drink, and there were no people suffering from heat stroke.

After lunch, Weng Zhongtian took out a cigar as usual and swallowed the clouds. He was a modern man here, and there was no way to find someone to talk to, and the soldiers in the trenches became even more sleepy after they had eaten and drunk enough, and some people leaned back against the trenches, covering their faces with steel helmets and dozing. Just now, the battalion commander had already sent someone to inform him to strengthen his vigilance, and said that he would send a platoon of modern men to strengthen the defense in a while, and finally there was someone who could talk. At this time, the frontal position was fought again, and it seemed that most of the British would not come today, so he did not pay attention to the few soldiers who were sleeping.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he felt as if something was moving in front of the barbed wire, Weng Zhongtian hurriedly raised his binoculars to look over, but he saw nothing except two tufts of grass. Brushwood? In order to clear the shooting boundary, haven't you already cleared all the grass and shrubs in the vicinity? There are quirks! Platoon Commander Weng picked up his submachine gun, opened the safe, pulled the bolt, loaded the bullet, and hugged a shuttle against a tuft of grass. The sudden sound of gunfire woke up several soldiers who were asleep, and those who reacted quickly immediately lay on the edge of the trench with their guns, and those who reacted slowly stood in the trench stupidly, dazed.

The distance of fifty meters was still within the range of the Type 54 submachine gun, but it was a little far from Weng Zhongtian's marksmanship. Maybe he hadn't gotten used to the firearm, or maybe the muzzle was beating too much, and his bullet hit five meters away from the bushes, only stirring up some dust on the ground. Before Weng Zhongtian could replenish the gun, the tuft of grass suddenly exploded from the middle, and then a person jumped out of it, holding a snowy short scimitar in his hand. After the cold light flashed, the wooden pillar tied to the barbed wire and the thick mouth of the bowl was cut in two sections by him, so the barbed wire more than two meters high was only half high in front of him. With one hand on the half-cut wooden post, he jumped over the barbed wire, and then rushed towards the trench with his waist bent.

All this happened so fast that by the time Weng Zhongtian reacted, the man had already crossed the barbed wire. And his movements were very fast, and after crossing the barbed wire, he immediately moved forward in an irregular zigzag line, so that Weng Zhongtian's bullets could not catch up with him, and he was not hit until he was still ten meters away. The 7.62mm pistol bullet burst into a few blood flowers in his chest, and then he fell to the ground on his back, but Weng Zhongtian also ran out of a cartridge.

The situation did not improve there, and after the first man rushed out, another man burst out of the grass, and like his companions, cut down wooden posts, crossed the barbed wire, and charged, while more enemies armed with short knives rushed out of the mountains and forests, and silently charged the positions of the Liberation Army.

The soldiers did not wait for Weng Zhongtian's order to shoot one after another, and the mines began to take effect, and at least more than 30 people fell on the way to the charge. However, this did not delay the influx of enemies, Weng Zhongtian had to face the enemy's scimitar after throwing a grenade and emptying the second magazine, before that, he only had time to shout on the walkie-talkie, "I'm Weng Zhongtian, come and help!" ”

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Zhang Pan returned to the command post in the center and discussed with the instructor which platoon of the first company of the training battalion should be reinforced to the position on the left flank. I heard that there is finally a chance to fight with the British, the survivors have scrambled for this task, the survivors of the original Nanshan safety zone are okay, they have more or less fought with the British, the survivors of the original Humen security zone have only seen the British in the prisoner camp, and the opportunity to abuse the British with advanced weapons, no one wants to give up, the three platoon commanders under the instigation of their subordinates, have asked Zhang Pan for battle, so that several leaders can not decide who to send for a while. In the end, it was Zhang Pan who took out the identity of the commander to decide this matter, in terms of military rank, he was a major, and everyone else was lower than him except for the instructor; In terms of his duties, he is the commander of the Kowloon Battlefield, and all the soldiers in the Kowloon Theater must obey his orders. He put these two identities in such a way that even if someone disobeyed, he could not oppose his orders, and in the end the task of strengthening the left wing fell on the second platoon.

Just as the second platoon was about to set off, gunshots came from the left flank, and without a trace of hesitation, Zhang Pan immediately gave an order, "The second platoon quickly reinforces the left flank!" Not long after the second platoon set off, I heard Weng Zhongtian's voice calling for help in the communication, although the situation was anxious, the remaining two platoons could not move, who knows if the British would kill from behind. Zhang Pan took off his shirt, naked, with a big knife in his right hand and an automatic pistol in his left hand, and said to the instructor: "Look after the family, let the artillery company pay attention to providing artillery support." Then he raised the broadsword in his right hand, "The broadsword team comes with me!" ”

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Because of the distance, Luo Jiaying led the people, although they set off after the first company and the second platoon of the training battalion, they rushed to the left flank before them. By the time they entered the position through the trenches, the soldiers on both sides were already in a ball. Luo Jiaying immediately put on the bayonet, and then shouted: "Put on the bayonet and hang his mother!" Then he rushed forward first. In the trenches, an enemy was facing away from him, sitting on top of a recovering soldier, stabbing downward with a short knife in both hands. The latter grabbed the former's wrist tightly, trying to keep the glittering blade as far away from him as possible. Luo Jiaying stepped forward in a few steps, and the bayonet stabbed fiercely into the enemy's back, and the three-edged bayonet passed through the British soldier's body like a hot knife cutting butter, until it came out of his chest. Luo Jiaying kicked the British soldier's back and pulled out his bayonet, and the latter prostrated forward on the target he wanted to kill.

Luo Jiaying removed the body pressed on it, but found that the British soldier was not a ghost, and had the same face as the Chinese. didn't have time to care about this, he reached out and pulled up the Guangfu Army lying on the ground, only to see that the other party was hanging with the rank of second lieutenant. The latter sat down on the edge of the trench wall, gasping for air. "Chief, are you alright?" Luo Jiaying asked with concern. The ensign just shook his hand, but he didn't have the strength to speak.

It was Weng Zhongtian who was saved. When he ran out of the second magazine, several British soldiers had already rushed to the front, and there was no time to change the magazine, so he took advantage of the situation to smash the submachine gun at the British troops rushing in front, and then took the opportunity to retract into the trench. When the British soldiers jumped into the trenches, he knocked down two more with his pistols, then ran out of bullets, then smashed people with guns, and finally hand-to-hand combat. Although Weng Zhongtian has never learned martial arts, he has rich experience in street fighting, and he has also faced mutants directly, and his blood and courage are not lost. "Two dragons compete for pearls", "monkeys steal peaches" and other tricks are skillfully used. Fortunately, his position was relatively remote, and the other British troops were led away by his subordinates, otherwise he would have been besieged by more than two people, and he would have explained it here. He was pressed down just now, it was the survival instinct that made him struggle to support, and just when he felt that his strength was about to run out, he suddenly felt that the downward pressure on the other party's hands was all gone. The eyes that were originally close at hand, full of fierce light, suddenly contracted their pupils, their eyeballs protruded outward, and they slowly lost their lustre. Seeing a small piece of the tip of a knife coming out of the opponent's chest, he knew he was saved.

The "reinforcements" brought by Luo Jiaying did little to save the bad situation on the position, and the first batch of British troops who rushed out of the woods were about 150 people, all of whom were black-haired and yellow-skinned, and there were no other weapons except a dog-legged scimitar in each person's hand, and anyone who knew a little about the world's military history could guess that this unit was a Gurkha mercenary in the British army. The Gurkha are brave and fierce by nature, and the rulers of many countries in Asia are willing to recruit the Gurkha as mercenaries. In 1851, the British began to form the first Gurkha battalion in order to strengthen their rule over India. The Gurkha mercenaries served the British with unlimited loyalty, and they mercilessly suppressed their fellow Asians who opposed the British colonizers; The Gurkha mercenaries, who now have a company stationed in Hong Kong, were deployed on the flanks as the main force of the assault in this attack, using their unique scimitars to cut a bloody path for the follow-up British troops.

The Gurkha mercenaries also lived up to their prestige, stealth, assault, and white-knuckle warfare all showed high quality, it took only two minutes to rush from the woods to the position of the Liberation Army, and only about 30 casualties were suffered on the way, most of them stepped on mines, Weng Zhongtian's submachine gun and grenade killed four, and how many of the rest were hit by soldiers' rifles, only God knows. Although the Gurkha did not carry guns and suffered a little loss in the process of charging, when they rushed into the positions of the Liberation Army, the dog-legged scimitar made the indigenous soldiers who were too poor in stabbing skills suffer enough. In just one shot, seven or eight soldiers were either killed or wounded. Ren Xianqi and Huang Qiusheng, former ruffians who had only seen blood in street fights before, were frightened by their comrades who fell to the ground, threw down their guns and turned to run, but they were cut to the ground before they could run two steps. The rest of the soldiers, who knew that they would flee and die faster, gathered together and relied on each other to barely reduce the speed of casualties. It's just that there are more and more Gurkhas, and the situation in the positions is becoming more and more dangerous.

Soon after the Gurkha broke out of the woods, the second echelon of the British also came out. This time, it was all Anglo soldiers with rifles, who followed behind the Gourids, ready to take the opportunity to break through the positions of the Liberation Army in one fell swoop. However, their luck was very bad, as soon as they rushed out of the woods, they encountered the first company and two platoons of the training battalion that came out from the side to intercept them, and the crossfire of dozens of automatic rifles and machine guns, and the dozen or so people who rushed in front were all beaten into a hornet's nest. Together with a couple of grenades that exploded in the crowd, the British, having dropped more than thirty bodies, retreated into the woods.

At this time, Zhang Pan also came with the broadsword team, and he ordered the platoon commander of the first company and the second platoon of the training battalion to lead his men to continue to pursue the British who retreated into the woods, and at the same time led the broadsword team to kill the Gurkha people on the position. The Broadsword team has a total of one hundred and twenty or thirty people, and with the addition of this new force, the number of people on both sides has reached a balance again.

Zhang Pan rushed towards the Gurkhas, and some of the Gurkha also shouted to meet them. Battalion Commander Zhang raised his hand and slashed at the two guys who bore the brunt of the automatic pistol, and then he slashed at a pocket that followed behind, and the Gurkha man was also agile, squatting to avoid Zhang Pan's thunderous knife, and took the opportunity to stab Zhang Pan in the lower abdomen with a knife. Battalion Commander Zhang flexibly turned sideways, narrowly avoided the blade, raised his hand and shot the third Gurkha.

The soldiers who followed closely behind also collided with the Gurkhas, and the swords flashed on the position, and the shouts of killing rang out.