At night, the island of Ceylon finally cooled down, and the cries of unknown bugs came and went. The moonlight shone on the faces of the young soldiers, and their snoring also came and went, combined with the sound of the waves in the distance, and mixed into a unique sound.

A small lizard crawls out of the dirt and onto Scar's camouflage uniform.

Scar held a rifle in his arms, his hat buttoned down his face, and his steel helmet tossed aside. Leaning against the earthen wall of the fortification, the little lizard crawled from Scar's arm to his chest, and from his chest to his other shoulder.

Scar slept soundly, and he felt like he was just staring at him for a moment.

"Smack!" A gunshot rang out!

After many years of the instinct of licking blood from the knife's edge, Scar's eyes were not opened, and his hand picked up the big eight-grain rifle on the ground. With a stroke of his hand, he pulled away the safety and put the fire on it, and then he felt the steel helmet and buckled it on his head.

I didn't dare to probe, so I tested it with a gun against a steel helmet first. After waiting for a while and not hearing any movement, he slowly poked his head out.

"What's going on?" Seeing that there was no movement, Scar's waist ran to the sentry's side.

"Report to the battalion commander, it seems to be a cold gun of the Indians."

The sentry saw that it was Scar, and subconsciously wanted to stand up and salute, but was grabbed by Scar.

"Fuck, don't die, get on your stomach, I'll take a look." Scar took off his bayonet and slowly climbed up the fortifications. In the darkness of the night, the Indian positions below the hill were quiet.

This hill is the commanding height outside the city of Colombo, and if you occupy it, you can easily bombard the city of Colombo. Similarly, if the Indians occupied this place, it would be easy to bombard the ports occupied by the Ming army.

There are some stone ridges on the mountain, which make the mountain look like a bun. The soldiers shouted that this mountain was Baozi Mountain!

Scar walked forward with his waist bent over, trying to keep his eyes open, trying to tell if there was anyone in front of him with the help of the outline of the background.

As he walked, he tilted his feet, looked down, and stepped on the cavity of the dead man.

"!" Scar was startled, cursed in his heart, pressed his rifle against the corpse, and pulled his foot out. After taking two more steps, I vaguely saw a shadow flickering.

The gun is against the shoulder, shooting in a kneeling position, with a finger on the trigger.

"Fuck you!" Scar shouted, tonight's password, the reply order should be "you fuck you".

As soon as the voice came out, there was a gunshot on the other side. The bullet flew almost to the scar's head, and disappeared into the night.

Scar's finger pulled the trigger twice in a row, and his body trembled. The black shadow shouted "wow" and fell to the ground. Scar ran closer, smashed the butt of his rifle at it, kicked the man's gun away with his heel, and stumbled by his neck into his side of the fortifications.

The gunfire at the bottom of the mountain rang out in an instant, and there was a blind shot in confusion. Bullets "swished" and "swished" in the air, and the Marine battalion here also began to crackle and release guns.

The two sides shot at each other from a distance of several hundred meters, and the accuracy was not good.

Scar ran back with "snort" and "snort", thinking in his heart, don't shoot, don't shoot.

"Boom!" As soon as he ran to the edge of the fortification, a wave of air lifted the scar into the fortification.

", help!" Scar beckoned his men and dragged the Indian in. "!" Dragged into the fortifications, Scar cursed.

A mortar shrapnel was nailed straight to the Indian soldier's head.

I thought I could come back alive and interrogate something. But now, it's all fucking ruined.

"Battalion commander, this is an Indian soldier, not a Gurkha soldier. Even if you send it to the back, you can't ask what it is. Our tongue people only know the Gurkha language, not the strange Indian language they speak. ”

Seeing Scar was more frustrated, and a company commander hurriedly relieved.

"!" Scar scolded again, and then picked up the enamel jar and drank water.

I don't know how many kinds of words there are in this hellish place in India, anyway, the captives captured these days, the tongue man can't understand what they say at all. Later, when I asked the local Tamils, I learned that the Indians themselves had to rely on interpreters to speak. Soldiers recruited from different places did not speak the same language.

A few mortar shells were smashed on the opposite side and it stopped!

"It's a scout." The company commander searched out a small notebook from the arms of the Indian soldiers, on which were drawn a map of the fortifications of the Ming army. Looks like this guy has been a cat for a while!

"Battalion commander, a sentry in the third company was shot and hit in the head, and it seems that he will not survive. I guess this son of a son did it! ”

"Throw it out." Scar roared in disgust.

Leaning against the earthen wall of the fortification, he felt for a cigarette, and hurriedly lit a fire on the face next to him.

"Battalion commander, didn't you say that this battle should be fought by the Japanese people? Why did Master Tiger put us here? ”

", on this front. I am afraid that more than 500 Japanese people have died, and they really can't stand it. If it weren't for the key to this place, the tiger master would not let us come up.

There were fewer mortar shells, and those sent to get ammunition said they had received only a dozen boxes. It is said that there is not much inventory, and the big guy needs to save some use. Battalion commander, did you say that this is the time to save shells? ”

"Battalion commander! The second master won't throw us people on this island and leave it alone......! ”

"Bastard! What are you talking about, when did our Liao army throw down Brother Paoze? There is no door to speak! ”

The guy who "snapped" and talked nonsense gave himself a mouth, "Battalion commander, don't worry about my nonsense." ”

"The second master went to transport reinforcements for us, and it is estimated that he should come back in six or seven days. As soon as the reinforcements arrive, we'll take this fucking Kulomb. Lao Tzu is tired of this hellish place! Scar looked at the sky, it was cool at night.

As long as the sun comes out, it's like a fucking fire. No wonder the Tamils in this place are all dark, and it is estimated that the whole camp will have the same virtue as them for a few days.

Several people were talking around Scar at the entrance of the anti-artillery hole, when suddenly a fire broke out twenty or thirty meters away, and a loud "bang" smashed on everyone's eardrums.

Scar buckled his steel helmet and drilled into the anti-artillery hole, and those who reacted slowly could only crawl into the trench nearby.

It seems that the Indians are not rich in shells, and after smashing a dozen of them, there is no movement.

"!" Scar spat out the dirt in his mouth and cursed. Then he yelled outside: "Hurry up and sleep." ”

The position was quiet again, and there was a faint light on the horizon. The soldiers, who were extremely tired, soon fell asleep again, and only the eyes of the sentries were as wide as owls to observe the situation.

The snoring rang out again and again, as if nothing had happened before. Scar glared for a moment, and when he opened his eyes again, the sky was already numb. Red could be faintly seen on the sea in the distance, and the damn sun was coming out again.

Early morning is a rare cool time of the day, and Scar stretches his waist. I don't know if God will accept himself today, and when he goes to the position, he will tie his pants to his waistband, who the hell knows which mortar shell will hit his head.

Reached into his pocket, only to pull out a shriveled cigarette case. Scar remembered that the last cigarette had been used up last night.

Looking at the company commander next to him who was sleeping like a pig, Scar kicked it. "Is there any smoke?"

The company commander yawned and groped in his pockets. "Battalion commander, you can't keep messing with me and smoking, you don't pay me! Last night I heard that you personally went to kill a touching Indian soldier? ”

It's easy to find a cigarette case in his pocket and pull out one for Scar. A match was struck, and two men lit cigarettes into the fire.

The first company commander is a soldier brought out by Scar, a native of Hebei. When I was in my hometown, I learned martial arts, and I was good at making big swords, and I often complained that the sword was too light. If he encounters a large knife he holds, he can split it in half with a knife.

", I can see that. The Indians are going to fight hard, and our position is the key to the whole battle. lost Baozi Mountain, and the people in the harbor over there were cannon targets. Puffing out a puff of smoke, Scar glanced at the harbor in the distance.

The commander of the first company did not speak, since it was the key to the whole battle, the Indians would definitely have to fight hard. Desperately, desperately, the Liao army hasn't said who it's afraid of.

At this time, several soldiers of the company also got up, rubbing their eyes, spitting, and running to the north of the trench to pee. Scar stretched out his foot and kicked the correspondent, telling him to ask if the cooking class was ready. Now I have to eat some food in the morning, and I really work during the day, and I guess I don't have time to eat.

The correspondent just stood up and stretched out his hand to pull his waist, and with a "whoosh" sound, a ball of blood burst out on his shoulder.

"! Shoot black guns. "Scar's bullet flew into the smoke and picked up a gun." Stay honest and don't move! "The correspondent who was shot was lying on the ground and rolling, and the hygienist rushed over and tore off the triangular towel to cover the wound tightly.

Scar didn't feel good, so he wanted to fuck the bastard who put the black gun.

gave a glance to the company commander, and the company commander understood. Holding a steel helmet with a gun, he slowly leaned out, and walked along the fortifications with his waist bent.

Scar's waist ran to a pincer protrusion in the fortifications, slowly spread the two wooden boxes of ammunition diagonally, and slowly extended the rifle from behind the wooden boxes.

Sure enough, the Indians didn't hold back. "Bang" was another shot, and the marksmanship was very accurate, and it directly knocked off the helmet held by a company commander. If the helmet was worn on the head at this time, even if it was not pierced, the neck of the company commander would probably be broken.

The scar could be seen clearly, and under the cyan skylight, there was a small yellow spot of more than two hundred meters away. The ruler put on the crosshair and estimated the distance. Put your fingers on the trigger and hold your breath. The crosshair asks to lasso the dot!

I was hoping that the guy would poke his head out, and after waiting for only twenty seconds, the dot became a little bigger. Scar's hand tightened, and the hot shell flew out of the bomb port.

The scorching bullets swirled and drilled into the brains of the Indian soldiers with tremendous kinetic energy. The skull was directly opened by the bullet, and red and white were sprinkled on the ground.

There was no ambiguity over there, and the mortars came directly. Three pillars of smoke immediately rose on the Ming army's position, and Scar felt like his chest had been smashed by a sledgehammer, and he couldn't breathe.

"Damn, the shells are pretty wide." Scar cursed, and his body was clinging to the trench and did not dare to move.

The Indians must have been resupplied last night, and the shells were abundant again. On the side of the Ming army, the shells could hold out until Li Xiu came back after at least seven days. So the Indians cannonballed, and they could only grit their teeth and suffer from it.

When the Indians finished shelling, Scar trotted back to his battalion command post.

When he met a company commander on the road, he said that the communicator who had just been hit was not saved.

The soldiers of the cooking squad carried food up the mountain, white flour steamed buns, canned beef and stewed kelp. There is also salted fish stew and rice porridge!

The rice porridge was very thin, but the soldiers liked it. It is not easy to get drinking water in the mountains, and the slippery rice porridge has become a sought-after item to quench thirst.

Everyone took off their hats and began to eat, and after eating lively, they put two steamed buns in their pockets. If you really fight, how can you have time to eat. Take a bite between battles, and you won't starve.

The first company was deployed on the position, and the second company and the third company were in reserve and waited behind. Scar's battalion finger is set up on the position!

A bowl of beef, three big steamed buns entered the stomach like a whirlwind. A bowl of rice porridge was poured into the stomach, and the whole body was warm and comfortable. Scar feels like he can beat a tiger to death in his current state!

The sun came out and illuminated the positions on both sides red. A large flock of crows whined and flew over, and the black pressure covered the sky and the sun, and Scar felt that the corpses of the Indians had attracted crows from all over the world.

The front of the position was soon covered in black, and the crows pecked at the corpses of the fallen with impunity. There are Japanese and Indians. The day before yesterday, a large-scale white-knuckle battle took place here, with more than 100 dead and wounded on both sides.

It was precisely because this white-knuckle battle was so tragic that the Indians did not attack yesterday. Put the scar on the first battlefield and arrange it calmly.

The crow's cry was annoying, and everyone leaned against the trench walls. Someone was sorting out the bullets, someone unscrewed the back of the grenade. There are also people who have dull eyes and words in their mouths.

Scar carefully poked his head out a little with a telescope and looked at the position at the foot of the mountain. The mountain bag is more than 100 meters high, and you can hold a gun up and down the mountain to shoot.

Suddenly, Scar saw a large puff of smoke far behind the Indians' position.

For a moment, Scar felt his scalp tingle, "dodging artillery" and "heavy rocket artillery". shouted in his mouth, and his body had slipped out and slipped straight into the anti-artillery hole.

The North Koreans dug more than two meters deep in the anti-artillery holes, which were held up by thick hardwood pillars. As long as it is not unlucky to be hit directly, it can still protect against heavy rockets.

The disadvantage of rockets is that they are not accurate, and they need to replace the problem of firepower accuracy with firepower density.

"Bang!" Scar, who was squatting in the anti-artillery hole, felt that the entire anti-artillery hole had jumped. The air was filled with dust, and the smell of earth went straight to the inside of the nose.

Scar felt as if his heart had stopped, his hands covered his ears, and his body shook like a leaf in the wind. I kept praying to the gods and Buddhas in my heart that I would never be directly hit by heavy rockets.