As soon as the sky was dark, the British army appeared at the foot of the mountain, trying to take advantage of our unstable foothold to take the high ground in one fell swoop. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The British troops, under the orders of the commander, formed a formation and just stayed out of the range of the hilltop artillery.

"Woo~" "Boom"

The enemy guns opened fire, and the militia defending on the top of the hill fell into bad luck.

Most armies of this era did not have a fixed standard for the construction of fortifications, and basically looked at the instructions of the commander and the ideas of the soldiers themselves.

Last night, the weary militiamen simply built a breastwork of stakes and dirt.

The shells fired by naval guns are time-delayed flowering shells, and the explosion time is controlled by the fuse in the shell.

Only a few shells exploded when they landed, and most of the shells would eject when they hit the hard ground, and the militiamen who were unfortunately hit by the "ricochet" died miserably, and half-writhing bodies could be seen everywhere on the top of the mountain.

The foxholes that Jiang Yitao and I insisted on digging saved the lives of many soldiers, and only three of our two teams were killed, because they were caught in an airburst bomb.

The British troops waited until the end of the shelling before slowly lining up to start the attack, and the concept of infantry and artillery coordination did not have a mature concept in this era.

The militiamen rolled out the surviving artillery, loaded it with solid iron balls, lowered the muzzles, and waited for the British to come into range. It took a lot of effort to get these old guns.

"Boom"

The muzzle of the cannon snapped, and red-hot iron bullets whizzed through the white smoke, smashing a bloody path through the dense ranks of the British troops.

The British army had long since adapted to such casualties, and although the British soldiers were pale, their steps were still steady to the beat of the drums, and their flesh and blood chests were held to meet the dense bullets.

"Bang Bang"

As soon as the British troops came within 180 meters of rifle range, the militiamen waiting behind the breastwork pulled the trigger.

The soldiers in the front row of the British army fell to the ground with blood on their bodies, and then drowned in the dense crowd.

"Fire!"

The British officer drew his command knife and pointed murderously at the breastwork, and then was swept off by a bullet fired by an unknown person.

"Bang Bang"

The British stopped, and fired a dense rain of bullets in three stages, cutting down the soil on the breastwork by one layer.

The militiamen hid behind the wall, showing only one head, so there were very few injuries, and the wounds of the bullets were all on the head, and they all died.

The militia in the front row was seriously attritional, and the firepower slowly weakened. The British, despite the same heavy casualties, had the advantage in the total number of soldiers, and the queue approached the breastwork slowly and steadily.

The gunners were still busy reloading the guns, and they needed to clean the chambers of the guns of the residue from the burning black powder, and then load them into powder packets and projectiles, and pestle them with wooden sticks.

"Boom"

The second wave of artillery fire was fired, and because of the close distance, the British soldiers wailed as soon as the cannon sounded.

The rhythm of the British army's three-stage fire was interrupted, there was a gap in the firepower, and the militia, who were so pressed that they couldn't raise their heads, seized the opportunity to fire a wave of concentrated fire.

"Kill it! Come on! ”

The British army was once again in formation, and the gap in the crowd caused by the artillery strike was about to be filled. I loaded my bayonets and led the team to kill them, so that the British could not suppress us again.

"Bang Bang"

Raise your guns and knock down the British in the first row, revealing the soldiers in the second row who are still loading their guns. The militiamen, taking advantage of the geographical advantage, were like tigers descending from the mountains, and plunged their bayonets into the chests of the enemy.

I threw down my bayonet-bent rifle, picked up a slender British command knife, and stabbed left and right in the crowd, and for a moment no one could come close.

The British did not expect us to dare to leave the cover of the position and take the initiative to attack, and the queue began to panic.

When the large group of militia broke in, a scuffle broke out, and the pampered English gentlemen were not accustomed to this kind of face-to-face fighting, and were killed by us who were not superior in numbers.

I picked out a bayonet for a sneak attack, leaned forward to concentrate my strength on my arm, and slashed at the attacker's neck, the command knife was not suitable for chopping, the blade was stuck in the neck, and I kicked the British soldier down with my foot, and then stabbed him in the chest, ending his pain.

When the whistle blew, the opposing British soldiers were relieved and ran down the hill without looking back. The militiamen rose up and ran down the hill after the British.

"Don't chase!"

Except for the people of the brothers' clan, the rest of the people paid no attention to me, and my faint cry was drowned out by the earth-shattering shouts of killing.

I grabbed a soldier who ran past me, pushed him back, and then went to grab another soldier. If you can save one, it's one.

No one told these "dirt buns" what it meant to be poor and what it meant to drag knives.

The British troops left behind at the foot of the mountain lined up in a neat line to block the way down the mountain, and the team gave way from the middle, sparing their own men in front, and then quickly blocked the gap and aimed their guns at the pursuing militia.

The militia in front noticed that something was wrong and stopped, but the one behind did not know the situation in front and pushed forward with all their might.

"Bang Bang Bang"

Gunshots rang out like beans, the militiamen fell in rows, and the people behind finally realized that something was wrong in front and began to retreat.

The British maintained a continuous line of fire, and the ranks rolled forward.

"Open the gun, cover it!"

If the British were allowed to fight, the soldiers who rushed down would surely be killed and wounded. The artillerymen trembled and did not dare to ignite, because the trajectory of the shells could hit their own people.

I snatched the iron rod from the ignition, burned it red in the brazier next to me, and inserted it into the ignition.

"Boom!"

The shells flew over the heads of the militiamen and landed in the crowd of British soldiers, rolling and beating to harvest lives.

Other artillery guns opened fire one after another, and accidental injuries were inevitable, but they also achieved the intended purpose, smashing a gap between the soldiers on both sides and interrupting the pursuit of the British army.

"Load the shotshot!"

I took a wooden stick wrapped in cloth at one end, stuffed it into the muzzle of the gun to clean the hot barrel, then put in two packets of gunpowder, poured in a bucket of broken iron, and stabbed it with the stick.

The other artillerymen were more sloppy than me, ready to fire and watched me wait for orders. Before I knew it, I had become the backbone of the artillerymen.

Less than two-thirds of the militiamen who rushed out returned, and after crossing the breastwork, the frightened militiamen collapsed to the ground, unable to move despite the kicks and blows of the officers.

"Get up for me! What do you want to do when you run back! ”

One by one, the militia got up and prepared for battle behind the breastwork. I was amazed that my words worked.

I lost my rifle and only had a saber in my hand, presumably being taken for a commander by these panicked soldiers.

I simply made a mistake, drew my saber and went to the command position.

"Steady! Bow your head to me! ”

Now the British army is not close enough, I don't plan to shoot at them and change people, we can't afford a war of attrition.

"Bang Bang"

The British opened fire, bullets slicing past me, and I stood there with an unchanged face, calmly picking up the hat that had been knocked off. The soldiers who could not see the enemy were panicked, and my calm performance gave them the strength to hold on.

"Stand up! Fire! ”

The British put on their bayonets and began to charge, and the time has come for us to counterattack!