Looking at the path of the attack with corpses lying in front of him, Ronald was completely desperate. He had been desperate after the sinking of the Cool last night, but Ramsay's plan had given him another glimmer of hope, but now all his hopes were dashed.

At eight o'clock in the morning, after breakfast, the British attacked. That's when they realized they had a disadvantage, they needed to attack against the sun, but they couldn't care so much about it at this time.

The naval guns of the Palm were the first to speak. For this shelling, Ramsay moved all the guns to the shore side of the ship, and for the balance of the hull, he also moved all the ballast out and put it on the other side. Twelve twelve-pounder guns opened fire in turn, and the scene was very spectacular, and one after another shells whistled and smashed into the grass by the beach, and for a time the dust was flying and the smoke was filled. Seeing such heavy artillery fire, the infantry believed that the Chinese hiding in the grass were dead.

The shelling lasted for thirty minutes, and the British Army was also lined up in positions and ready to attack. As soon as the shelling stopped, Ronald jumped onto the sandbag, drew his command knife and slashed forward. "Warriors of the United Kingdom, for the sake of the Motherland, for the sake of Her Majesty, for the sake of victory, forward!"

The infantry crossed the sandbags in turn and rushed in straggler formations towards the Chinese positions. Ronald understood that in the face of the rapid-fire muskets of the Chinese, the linear formation used in the past could only become the target of the Chinese, so he asked the soldiers to adopt the scattered and superior formation that appeared in the American Revolutionary War and was perfected by Napoleon. Although the soft sand was not suitable for running, no one wanted to stay in this unsheltered place for a long time, and soon soldiers rushed over the sand into the grass. Ronald looked at the charging soldiers with binoculars and shouted, "Good! Rush up! ”

The Chinese never fought back, so much so that the infantry thought that the Chinese were all dead. But the bodies of British soldiers who died in the grass yesterday slowed their footsteps. Most of the corpses were mutilated, and a large number of flies were circling nearby, and some of the corpses were destroyed for the second time under the blow of the ship's guns, and became fragmented.

Just as the infantry was cautiously advancing, some green circles suddenly appeared on the hillside a few hundred feet ahead, and then there was a flash of fire and the sound of crisp gunfire. The dozen or so infantry in front were either killed or wounded, and the infantry behind raised their guns and fired back, and the smoke from the black powder filled the entire battlefield and also obscured the sight of both sides. A British lieutenant waved his command knife and shouted, "Brothers, rush! Kick the Chinese out of the gutter! "At the moment when the Chinese opened fire, he could already see clearly that those Chinese were hiding in a trench, with only one head exposed, compared to the British army, whose entire body was exposed, was too much of a loss. The British soldiers roared and rushed forward, and suddenly saw dozens of black, wine-like things falling from the sky, and the small ones were still smoking. "Bomb!" The lieutenant shouted, ran two steps forward and reached out to pick up the one in front of him and throw it back, but the 5-second delay of the Type 67 grenade could not have given him a chance. Under the detonation of the detonator, a 7-meter radius of death zone was created, and about 100 fragments directly turned the lieutenant into a bloody man. Grenades exploded one after another, raising a column of smoke in front of the position of the Liberation Army, and small fragments flew in all directions. The soldiers who were not hit by the grenades were overwhelmed, some wanted to move on, some turned and ran, and after several brave soldiers were hit, the British retreated in the light of the explosion.

Two companies of British troops attacked, and only half of them returned to where they had started, and the slow runners were caught up by bullets from time to time, and fell to the ground with a scream. It was not until the last person crossed the sandbag that the Chinese shot stopped.

"Fire! Fire! Kill those Chinese! Colonel Ramsay, who was standing in the starboard gun position of the Palms, roared. He saw the army's experience clearly, and the Chinese were hiding in the trenches, only waiting for the army to rush up before showing their heads to fight back, while the British naval guns could not help them. The explosion of a grenade looked violent, but it did not hurt the Chinese in the trench.

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Another grenade exploded above the anti-artillery hole, and the dust that shook down made the people hiding inside disgraced. This simple anti-artillery hole is to place two layers of logs on the top of the trench, and a layer of sandbags is added in the middle of the two layers of logs to reduce the impact of the explosion, and a layer of soil is added to the top, in the words of the designer Luo Yuan, that is, the M1 75mm howitzer of Midi can carry a few direct hits. In fact, this kind of anti-artillery hole is no stranger to everyone, and it can often be seen in movies reflecting the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression and the War of Liberation, and it can be regarded as a major tradition of our army.

Li Wei snorted for it, spit out the dust that fell into his mouth, and laughed when he saw that his comrades around him had all turned white. A soldier next to him looked worriedly at the "roof" that shook on his head, patted the former's shoulder, and asked, "Is this thing strong?" ”

"It's okay! The British, again, did not have howitzers of more than 100mm. Li Weizhi was not worried at all, "As far as the power of black powder is concerned, it can't be gnawed at all if it is not tens of thousands of catties." ”

"I don't know what the top of us thinks, but let us learn anti-artillery in actual combat? Damn, they should really be allowed to enjoy it. Another soldier complained.

"It's also for everyone's good!" Li Shanglong, who was inspecting back and forth in various anti-artillery holes, happened to come in, and when he heard the soldiers' complaints, he patiently explained. "In the past, we used to deal with mutants in sporadic skirmishes, and the conflict with the local natives was not as intense as with the mutants. The British are our first real enemy, although the strength of this group of British is very weak, but in the future we will encounter the enemy will become stronger and stronger, if we do not take advantage of their weak time to learn, when the strong enemy comes, there will be no chance to learn. ”

The soldier didn't speak again, but accepted this explanation, and Li Shanglong continued: "This is just a front-loading gun of black powder, think about the soldiers who stayed in the trenches to avoid shelling in World War I and II, they even had to face naval guns with a caliber of more than 200mm, compared to them, we are much happier." ”

The soldiers also gradually became accustomed to the vibration of the shelling, and some even smoked leisurely. After another ten minutes, the sound of the artillery also stopped, and at this time, the walkie-talkies on the officers and sergeants of all ranks rang, and the observation post reported, "The British infantry has come up again." "The soldiers drilled out of the artillery holes and entered their respective positions.

This time the British learned the lesson of the last time, and the queue was more dispersed, and everyone was running fast with their waists bent. "The British are also very good at learning!" Li Shanglong sighed. Everyone understands war, learns war, learns new tactics, and new ways of warfare in the midst of war, and keeps improving.

When the British came within 200 meters of the firing range, Li Shanglong shouted "hit," and the Type 56 automatic rifle in his hand was the first to sound, and the British soldier whom he regarded as the target was immediately shot and fell to the ground. Two hundred meters is also the shooting limit for survivors, and if they exceed this distance, it will be difficult for most people to hit the target. Although the British's firing rifles can also hit that far, the lethality can be completely negligible in front of the Restoration Army's trench concealment bonus and steel helmet defense bonus.

Compared with the agile mutants, the survivors are in a mood of hitting a moving target, wearing high hats, red shirts, leather boots, backpacks, and all kinds of bits and pieces of British soldiers are slow, which is a good target for everyone to practice marksmanship.

With a "bang", the British soldier's right shoulder was hit by something invisible, his body was turned back, his rifle was unarmed, and he fell to the ground on his back. Seeing that he had achieved another victory, Li Weizhi smiled, and casually used a tree branch to draw the second straight stroke on the earthen wall of the trench, while the second straight on the butt of his rifle was only one stroke.

Li Shanglong walked back and forth in the trenches, and as the highest-ranking commander in the field, from time to time he used words such as "hit hard" and "let the British taste our bullets" to boost morale. But everyone was concentrating on their own target game and was not interested in his leadership show.

Once again, the British retreated like a tide, and the survivors shouted loud cheers again. Li spat at it, with a look of disdain on his face, and in this defense, he completed three kills, which can be regarded as a relatively good result. After all, not everyone can keep their composure in the face of the enemy who is swarming, but this does not prevent them from laughing at the British and shouting the loudest.

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The British soldiers who ran back to the position were all slumped on the ground, panting for breath, the frustration of fleeing in embarrassment, the joy of escaping death, all kinds of emotions mixed together, making people feel uneasy. A lieutenant shouted at the soldiers to get up and prepare to attack again. "Fools, get up! Do you still have a sense of honor as a soldier? Even the Chinese fled back without seeing it clearly. Get up for me! ……”

"Lieutenant, it's over." Lieutenant Colonel Ronald interrupted the lieutenant.

"What? Sir, I don't really understand what you mean. The lieutenant looked puzzled.

"I said it's over." The lieutenant colonel repeated, a pained expression on his face. "It's over, it's supposed to be over." Looking at the numb expressions and tired looks of the soldiers around him, the lieutenant colonel knew that the time had come to end this damn war, at least the war that belonged to him should be over.

After pacifying the soldiers, Ronald found Ramsay again. "Colonel, I need to talk to you!"

"Okay, come to my office and talk." Ramsey looked at the lieutenant colonel's face, which seemed to be ten years older, and guessed his intentions. Seeing the fiasco of the army, the colonel was also disappointed and prepared for the worst, but he wanted to be brought up by the lieutenant colonel. The two of them cautiously made their way through the gunners lying on the deck from fatigue, and walked towards the cabin.

Except for the two, only the first mate of the Cool and the captain of the Palm remained in the colonel's makeshift office. Ramsey sat down behind his desk and asked; "Lieutenant Colonel, what do you have to talk to me?"

"Colonel, the Army's offensive has failed."

"I've seen it all." Ramsey said in a relaxed tone.

"So what do we do next?"

"Keep attacking, of course." Ramsey had a natural expression, "Lieutenant Colonel, do you have any better ideas?" ”

"The army suffered a lot of casualties, and the soldiers were also very tired and demoralized, and many soldiers lost their weapons, and the loss of ammunition was also very high......" Ronald vomited bitterness, posing a lot of objective situations, but he never refused to say that word.

"I understand that the Army is in a difficult situation. But we should show the courage of British soldiers and use a strong will to defeat those cowardly Chinese. "I have to say that when the military ranks reach a certain level, soldiers will also degenerate into politicians, and singing high voices is not the patent of the Chinese."

"The soldiers can't attack anymore, their morale has collapsed, there is no faith or hope for victory, and letting them attack again is just letting them die in vain." The situation has gone terrain, and Ronald does not want to talk nonsense with the Captain anymore.

"And what do you think we should do?" Ramsey kicked the ball back again.

Ronald's lips trembled, and he opened them a few times but didn't speak. But the screams of the wounded outside tormented him, thinking that his seventeen-year-old daughter was still waiting for him to come home, and thinking that the lovely Alice might be orphaned from now on, he had to make a difficult choice. "I ask the colonel to agree to the surrender of the army to the Chinese."