Li Shanglong looked through the binoculars at the British assembled on the beach, guessing the next move of the British. The so-called military strategy is that the commanders of both sides of the war guess each other's actions, and the so-called military strategists can guess accurately. However, this kind of speculation is not a blind guess, but a judgment based on pre-war intelligence, battlefield information, and the situation. Several attacks by the British were bloodied, and Li Shanglong believed that the British should have fought and retreated, and the British army should be assembled to prepare for boarding. The plan of the former enemy command was originally to leave these nearly 1,000 British, but the first two attacks were not complete, and they could only watch the British come and go freely. The war is like this, because no one has really been on the battlefield, and the experience of war comes from books and movies, and when making plans, some assumptions are taken for granted, so there will be completely different results from the plan.

Although the number of soldiers is small, the lineup of the Red Shirts still looks a little majestic, but most of the soldiers are depressed, and the battle that can only be beaten passively has destroyed their morale.

"Are they retreating?" A soldier next to him asked Chief of Staff Lee.

"Probably." Li Shanglong nodded, "This is the case with the chicken ribs that Yang Xiu said back then. 'There is no meat to eat, and there is taste to discard. If you can't win today, you can't win now, and if you are afraid of people laughing, it is useless here, so it is better to return early. 'The British can't fight and fight, and they can only retreat to the sea, do they want to stay here for the night if they don't go back to Guangzhou? Thinking that everyone was a group of ordinary people, but they defeated the number one power in this time and space, Li Shanglong was suddenly arrogant in his heart, and he couldn't help but drag the text.

"Sitting in the seat." Someone else slapped a little ass.

It was a pity that the next action of the British slapped Li Senza in the face, and after they had formed their ranks, they marched south along the beach with neat steps to the accompaniment of bagpipes, and they were stunned to see the Liberation Army.

"What are they doing here?" The soldiers glared at each other.

Li Shanglong's face was slightly embarrassed because of his inaccurate prediction, but he comforted himself: I am not a professional, and it is normal for me to be inaccurate, and it would be good if I had more experience in the future. I don't feel embarrassed when I think of this, "These British are still thieves, I don't believe they can still jump out of our encirclement, two platoons are waiting for them over there!" They're going to die, and if they're done, we can all go back to dinner! ”

At the front of the British ranks, a few spearheads trotted all the way to explore the path for the large army. The grass on the beach stretches into the distance, and only a few gaps can be seen a mile away. The soldiers were vigilant, afraid that the Chinese would come to the door with shells that could not see where they were fired.

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In the grass south of the beach, two platoons of soldiers of the Liberation Army were waiting with their weapons in hand, looking at the British troops coming in line, everyone was waiting for the commander's order. In the middle of the beach was a pebble as big as an ostrich egg, about a hundred meters away from the ambushed Liberation Army, and the commander used it as a marker, so the British had to come into firing range.

One British soldier stepped over the cobblestone, another over, and when the fifth British soldier stepped over the cobblestone, the commander shouted: "Fire!" ”

In an instant, more than sixty rifles erupted flames at the same time. Because it was not intended to kill the British, the machine gun did not fire, and the automatic rifle switched to single-shot mode. Even so, the British lost more than a dozen men in this salvo, and the few who walked in front were all shot several times and died no more. The injured clutched his wounds and fell to the ground screaming loudly. Only three seconds later, a second batch of bullets flew in one after another, knocking down several British soldiers again.

"Charge! Rush forward! Eliminate those Chinese! The British officer in the lead shouted as he brandished his command knife, and then the soldiers saw a sudden burst of blood on his shoulder, and then fell to the ground. A lieutenant tried to take over command, but as soon as he raised his command knife, a bullet knocked him to the ground on his back. Officers became the target of attention, and in less than a minute, the first half of the line was left without officers with command knives. The troops that had lost their command finally broke up, the soldiers scrambled to flee back to their starting positions, and the officers in the second half of the group were also carried back by the crowd. During this period, a few British soldiers completed a shooting back action, but they thought that the Chinese were standing and shooting, so the bullets were invariably high. Aside from breaking some grassy branches, nothing was done.

After seeing the British army retreating on all fronts, the Liberation Army also stopped firing. At least fifty or sixty British soldiers fell on the beach, more than half of whom were wounded and unable to move. All kinds of screams and curses filled the room. Some of them were wounded on their legs, struggling to crawl back to their own side, but they only left a bloody trail on the beach.

Ronald witnessed the entire battle through a telescope. It was only a few minutes from the time the Chinese opened fire to the British army retreated, and such a scene seems to have been seen somewhere? Oh! Yes. I have seen it in the battle with the Chinese, those Chinese with braids, every time they charge, they will collapse under the powerful fire of the army, and fighting them is as easy as shooting a target. Unfortunately, in the same scene today, the roles are reversed, and the British Army is on the side of the slaughter. Seeing so many good lads lying on the beach, the lieutenant colonel couldn't help but burst into tears.

At this time, more than a dozen Chinese suddenly came out of the grass, searching for something in the battlefield where the smoke of gunfire was not exhausted. Then I saw some Chinese carrying the still living British soldiers out of the corpses and placing them on the side close to the British position. After doing all this, the Chinese got into the grass again, and some of them took away military flags, military trumpets, rifles, command knives and other trophies.

"Sir, what are the Chinese going to do?" A lieutenant who had just fled and also saw the Chinese in action asked Ronald.

"They wanted us to carry the wounded back." Ronald easily guessed the intentions of the Chinese, and this is the only reasonable explanation. "These are some Chinese who have accepted Western civilization, and it is normal to have a humanitarian spirit." The lieutenant colonel's tone was bitter, when did the Chinese actually show the superiority of civilization in front of Westerners?

Now is not the time to sigh, and the lieutenant colonel immediately gave the order: "Lieutenant, you take fifty soldiers, don't carry weapons, go and carry the wounded back!" ”

"Sir, are you sure the Chinese won't shoot?" The lieutenant, who had just escaped death, had palpitations.

"Probably not!" The lieutenant colonel didn't dare to pack the ticket, but he had no other choice, hundreds of soldiers were watching! "Do you want to watch your fellow citizens bleed to death?"

The lieutenant also had nothing to say, and he didn't want to end up like this one day and go unheeded.

The containment team of fifty people slowly approached the battlefield half an hour ago, and the wounded soldiers lay on the ground and groaned in pain, stimulating the nerves of the containment team soldiers. The blood-drenched scene made some veterans shudder, after all, in the past, such tragic conditions would only appear to the enemy. The soldiers carried or carried the wounded one by one, and walked back. During this time, the Chinese remained silent, and there was no situation that the British army feared.

All thirty-three wounded were carried away, and the lieutenant looked at his comrades who had died not far away. The nearest to him was an ensign officer, whose body lay on his back on the ground, his chest already red with blood. The lieutenant took two steps forward to see the corpse's face clearly, it was Jon! Seeing the person he knew lying there silently, the lieutenant felt sad in his heart. The corpse's eyes were wide open, but there was no more brilliance; The mouth is open, as if it is a silent cry; His blonde hair also looked dull. The lieutenant took two more steps forward, ready to bring back his friend's body. Just as his hand was about to touch the body, a gunshot rang out, and a bullet struck the lieutenant in front of him, sending up a grain of sand. The sudden sound of gunfire frightened the British soldiers who were moving the wounded, and they almost left the wounded and fled for their lives. The lieutenant hurriedly stopped, raised his hands and slowly stepped back step by step. The Chinese shot just now warned him not to make unnecessary movements, and the lieutenant realized that he was still on the battlefield, and he did not dare to make any more extraneous branches, and turned around and led the soldiers back to the position.

Watching the British slowly retreat to their own territory, some people expressed their incomprehension of the return of the British wounded. In their minds, there is no need to say anything humanitarian about the aggressor. Li Shanglong explained, "Only a small part of the matter of returning the wounded of the British army is out of humanitarian considerations, in fact, it is more to hand over a burden to the British." First of all, if these wounded are not returned to the British, they will become a burden to us, and the British will pat themselves on the ass and leave, and it will be our business to treat these wounded; Secondly, in order to take care of these wounded, the British had to spend a lot of manpower and material resources to weaken their forces in disguise; In the end, the bloody wounds and screams of these wounded would further demoralize the British. Although the British soldiers were much braver than the Qing army, they were not fearless, and they were just as afraid. ”

After listening to Li Shanglong's scheming, everyone expressed deep sympathy for the plight of the British.

Li Shanglong's strategy soon paid off, and at least the morale of the British suffered a heavy blow. Blood and screams tormented the nerves of the soldiers, and the medics rushed back and forth, doing everything they could to alleviate the suffering of the wounded, but there was not much they could do.

Ronald was also troubled by the screams, for which he again advised Ramsay to retreat.

"No! At least not yet. The Colonel shook his head and vetoed the Lieutenant Colonel's proposal.

"But we have no chance of winning." Although it was very uncomfortable for Ronald to admit this, he did not intend to risk his own life and that of more than 600 Army officers and soldiers for the sake of so-called face.

"I know, I know." Ramsey also knew that there was no chance of victory, and he now had to think about how to safely withdraw all his troops. "But we can't go yet. The Cool can't fit nearly a thousand of us on one ship. ”

"The Navy can throw away all the unnecessary stuff on board." Ronald consciously "solved problems" for the colonel.

"What's unnecessary?"

"Cannon." Ronald came up with what he considered a "good idea".

Hearing this "good idea", Ramsay even thought that the lieutenant colonel had gone crazy. "Impossible! I will never say yes! Lieutenant Colonel Ronald, I would say it's a terrible idea. If our warships do not have cannons, will they wait to be beaten when they encounter the fast boats of the Chinese? ”

"But if you don't leave here, my soldiers will die." Ronald also argues with reason.

"Can you please be patient? Lieutenant Colonel. Don't have to wait long, I promise. The Navy is repairing the Palm, which will take up to two hours to complete. But we need the Army's help. "The mainmast of the Cool, which could no longer be repaired, was abandoned by the colonel.

Hearing the only good news of the day, Ronald's mood finally improved. "No problem! What do we need to do? ”

"I need the Army to dig a waterway to float the Palms."

Ronald thought about the workload for a moment and agreed. "I'm trying to get the job done by dawn tomorrow." After saying that, he left in a hurry. The hope of escape made the lieutenant colonel full of energy.

Colonel Ramsay stood up and looked out the window, where the setting sun had turned red. He took out the cup, and in the photo behind the lid, his daughter was smiling so happily. I can only pray secretly: I hope tonight is a peaceful night!