Li Xiao raised his binoculars and looked at the smoke rising from the mountains in the distance: "How many days have the Japanese people been guarding?" ”

"It's been five days, not to mention, these Japanese people can really carry it. In the past, I thought that the Japanese people would not be able to hold it, but I really didn't expect them to be so resilient. Sun Xing stood behind Li Xiao and bowed.

"The resilience of the Japanese people is far greater than you think, and we often describe our people as hard-working. They are also hard-working, and sometimes more hard-working than we are. Li Xiao nodded.

"That's what you said, Dashuai!" Sun Xing was still bowed.

"What? Not convinced? If you are not satisfied, help me ask Yuan Chonghuan, the main division of the Ming Kingdom, and he can't take the periphery of Bombay City in five days. There is no fever in his face! Li Xiao's expression was calm, as if he was talking about what to eat at noon today.

"Handsome ......! The city of Mumbai was fortified and heavily defended. Master Yuan......! ”

"He also has naval artillery fire support from the navy, he has three whole howitzer battalions, and he has a well-equipped Ming army. What do the Japanese soldiers have? Mortar! Hand grenade! Dynamite packs! And the big eight-grain rifle! If anything, it is the spirit of iron and blood. ”

"Marshal, this is Division Commander Yuan's report requesting reinforcements." The staff officer handed over Yuan Chonghuan's report very inappropriately, and Sun Xing glanced at this staff officer, suspecting that Yuan Chonghuan had an enmity with him.

"Good! For reinforcements, get me a rifle. I'm going to give Master Yuan a shot! Li Xiao's face was calm and scary.

"Dashuai, I'll go to Senior Commander Yuan." Following Li Xiao for two whole years, Sun Xing knew that the calmer Li Xiao was now, the more angry he became. Thinking about Yuan Chonghuan's care for his father back then, Sun Xing had no choice but to help Yuan Chonghuan cover up the past.

"The Second Division has really not fought for a long time, it's only been a few years! Where is the second division that can attack and defend well and fight to the end with the Eight Banners team. Thinking of the Second Division of the Liao Army, which was alone in Jinzhou and a strong force in the Eight Banners, Li Xiao was furious.

It's no wonder that Li Xiao was so angry, and the task of blocking the Indian army reinforcements was handed over to the Japanese people. The attack on Bombay City was handed over to him, Yuan Chonghuan. Most of the weapons and equipment transported from a long distance were also given to Yuan Chonghuan.

In addition to weapons and ammunition, I heard that the Japanese people have begun to live with three rice balls a day.

People were gnawing on rice balls, but they were able to fight well, but they didn't let the elite Gurkha people take a step forward. The position changed hands several times, and every time the Japanese army lost its position, they would organize death squads to recapture it. The entire position was scorched, and the trenches were about to be blown up, but they were still carrying it.

"I didn't show my face, but I showed my ass." Looking at Sun Xing who was far away, Li Xiao muttered helplessly.

In the distance, another fleet arrived, and the beach was jubilant and restocked.

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"I don't care how many people you use to die, I just want you to get through the Gaozhi Pass." Wu Sangui's face was as hideous as a ghost, and he pointed at Wu Laohei with a scruffy beard and roared loudly.

"We've lost too many men in Ceylon, and now we're ......!" Wu Laohei also had no choice, because he was anxious to withdraw from Ceylon Island to support Mumbai, more than 20,000 Indian troops were dragged by Li Hu, and finally although the main force withdrew, more than 20,000 people were killed by Li Hu.

"Again, I don't care how many people you die, I want you to make your way back to Mumbai, do you hear me." Wu Sangui's eyes were red, and Wu Laohei was so frightened that he hurriedly agreed. Ran out of the temporary headquarters and directed the troops to launch the most fierce attack on the Gozhi Mountain.

Wu Sangui paced back and forth inside the tent, like a fierce beast trapped in a cage. Whoever dares to provoke him now will definitely be torn to shreds by his anger.

Ceylon Island was originally fighting well, and even Wu Sangui had seen that Li Hu had become the last of the strong crossbows. The supply ships on the sea are also pitiful, and no matter how hard they puff up, they will definitely be able to annihilate Li Hu. If Li Hu can be caught, it will be a great result.

No one expected that it was when Wu Sangui was preparing to attack in a big way. Suddenly, there was bad news, Li Xiao actually led the fleet to the sea off Mumbai unconsciously. Now the huge main guns on the ship are bombarding the city of Mumbai every day.

A three-hundred-millimeter cannon! Even if it is smashed with one shot, it can smash a ten-meter-deep crater, not to mention the casualties caused by the explosion. George's letter said that he had organized all forces to defend the city. However, he was afraid that he would not be able to hold it, after all, when Wu Sangui went to carry out the Battle of Ceylon, he had already taken too many troops with him. Now there are less than 20,000 elite people in the city of Mumbai.

Mumbai, a large city with a population of more than two million. Guarded by less than 20,000 regular troops, the fall would be almost a matter of days if it was not supported.

The whole of India is lost, and neither can Mumbai. Because it was so important there, all the experts from Oxbridge were in the city of Mumbai. All of India's most advanced scientific research is in the city of Mumbai.

Thirty percent of steel production, the largest shipyards, countless factories and more than two million citizens. After ten years of development, Mumbai has become almost a more advanced city than London. With the loss of Mumbai, Wu Sangui has no foundation for his life.

Those indigenous states in India can't wait to see Wu Sangui's jokes. Anyway, over the years, these states have submitted to countless people. There were Huns, Turks, Mongols, and Germanic ......! The whole history of India is, in fact, a history of division. It's the British, barely pinching them together.

If Wu Sangui falls, they will be able to restore the status quo of many small states. One by one, the earth emperors are comfortable, maybe at this time, someone has already secretly communicated with Li Xiao. Get ready to be proactive and lead the way!

Mumbai can't be lost, and losing Mumbai Wu Sangui is equivalent to losing everything.

"Li Xiao! Hello means! Wu Sangui slammed the table hard, shaking the tea bowl on it to jump up, and the black tea inside spilled on the table.

"Rush! All rush to Lao Tzu, who dares to take a step back, don't be killed! Wu Sangui was anxious, and Wu Laohei was even more anxious.

followed Wu Sangui all the way to Tibet, and was originally chased like a dog, and several times Wu Laohei thought about running away secretly. But in the end, he made the right bet. Wu Sangui occupied India, followed Wu Sangui in life and death, and these people also began to take power one by one. On weekdays in Mumbai, there are also five people and six upper-class people. Eat fragrant, drink spicy, so uncomfortable. Xinna's concubine and the family property that he has purchased over the years are all in Mumbai, and if he can't go back, then he will have nothing to fuck with.

When he was old, he had to follow Wu Sangui to wander, and Wu Laohei felt that it was better to die than that.

The war knife in his hand was thrust into the ground, and the muzzle of the black hole of the warlord's team was aimed, as long as anyone dared to run back, he would be shot immediately without asking for instructions.

Momotaro stabbed his shoulder with a bandage, and he was bitten hard by a bullet on the shoulder. Luckily, the bullet didn't hit the bone in the body, but just pierced the shoulder. I can't use my left arm at all, and now I can't even grab a rice ball.

Originally, he was injured like this, but he was qualified to be sent to the wounded barracks and taken to Xinjiapo by the ship for treatment. But for the sake of his younger brother Momojiro, he still endured to stay. Without his care, he was afraid that this timid and cowardly brother would not survive for more than two days.

There were only three rice balls per person per day, and there were already hungry and crazy people on the position, and the idea of beating corpses began. Every night, it was not only rats, foxes, wolves, but also some people with hungry eyes who were looking for food.

Last night, he saw with his own eyes that Jun Cao didn't know where to get a piece of meat, roasted it on the fire until it was half-cooked and began to gnaw on it. The outer layer of skin is cooked, and the flesh inside is still dripping with blood.

The crows representing death hovered in the sky in groups, and the sound of "croaking" and "croaking" made people's eardrums hurt. A flock of crows had eaten, and another flock of crows hurried over for dinner. Every time a flock of crows flies, the sky will darken for a while, and I have only heard of covering the sky and the sun before, but now I finally see what it means to really cover the sky.

In between battles, in addition to receiving additional ammunition, it was to see how the crows devoured the corpses of Indians and their own.

"Brother! Eat, I'm not hungry yet. Momotaro stuffed half of the rice ball back to Momotaro.

"I've eaten, I repelled the attack of the Indians this morning, and Jun Cao rewarded me with a rice ball, I was a little hungry and ate it, and I didn't leave you a share!" Momotaro didn't take the rice balls, and pushed them back to his younger brother.

"Really?" Momojiro's eyes widened, he didn't believe that his eldest brother would steal it. However, the taste of the rice balls is so tempting, and the stomach is hungry as if there is a fire burning it. I used to break my leg and it hurt, but the taste of hunger was really uncomfortable.

"Really, when did my brother lie to you......!" Before Momotaro could finish speaking, Momotaro had already stuffed the rice balls into his mouth in three or two bites, and swallowed them almost without chewing.

Momotaro grabbed a handful of grass and stuffed it into his mouth, the branches and leaves of the grass stem were so bitter, and Momotaro had never eaten anything more bitter. It would be nice to have grass to eat, but many places on the position have become bare, and there is not a single weed.

"Brother! When will the battle be fought, doesn't it mean that Li Dashuai is well fed and clothed, why is there only three rice dumplings a day now? "With something in his stomach, Momojiro's spirit is a little better.

"It's coming! As long as the supply ship arrives, we will have something to eat. I followed Li Dashuai before, but I never suffered like this. The Heavenly Empire can really make us suffer. Look at it, this time when you return to China, the reward must be very rich. Come out like this once, the family's debts can be paid off, and we will have a good life in the future. Momotaro held the gun and looked forward to a better future while eating grass.

Purchase dozens of acres of paddy fields and marry a virtuous daughter-in-law. It must be a big butt, and the people of Shangguo say that the butt is big and easy to raise. It's best to be a girl from Hokkaido, not only has a spicy temperament but also works, as long as you are diligent, you can always get by.

"Big brother, can we go back alive? There are a lot fewer people around us. Kojiro, Nimachime, yesterday I heard that Lord Flag was also killed by a shell. And also......! ”

"Don't be afraid! We have this with us, and the great priest said that Amaterasu will bless us. Momotaro recovered from his fantasy and touched the amulet hanging around his neck.

Before going out, I went to the divine gong to ask the great priest to bless it.

These days, there is a lot of artillery fire, and half of the people in the small banner where he is have died. But he was only slightly injured, and his younger brother was not even injured. I have to say, this is nothing short of a miracle.

As soon as he put the amulet with him, the explosion of a cannonball sounded not far away. The body habitually lay on the ground, crawled into the anti-artillery hole, and the large canopy of soil fell down like rain from the sky.

I don't know if it's a stone or shrapnel and it hits my waist, and it hurts so much that Momotaro can barely climb. It was Momotaro who took his brother's hand and dragged Momotaro into the anti-artillery hole.

The anti-artillery hole was small, and Momojiro pulled a wooden board to block the hole. Although he knew that it was useless in front of the shrapnel of the shell, he still pulled it desperately. At least that way, feel safer psychologically.

As can be seen from the shells, the Indians are also running out of ammunition. At the beginning, heavy rocket artillery shells rained down. At that time, I could only hide in a deep hole in the ground, praying in my heart not to be directly hit by rocket shells.

I have seen the bunker that was directly hit, a large pit more than ten meters deep. There were no bones of more than 30 people hiding inside, and Momotaro only found a white ear on the edge of the big pit, and he didn't know whose it was.

But now, only light rocket artillery and mortar shells have been smashed. So much so that everyone doesn't have to go back to the bunker to avoid the artillery, as long as they are in the anti-artillery hole. After a burst of artillery fire, it actually couldn't kill a few people.

Everyone joked that the person who was killed by the bomb must have watched Shan Wei take a bath.

The shell exploded on the top of his head and stopped after a while, and Momotaro threw away the wooden cover and grabbed the gun and dragged Momotaro out of the hole. At this time, it is necessary to seize the battle position, and if you don't appear in time for the battle position, maybe there will be one less rice ball tomorrow. Jun Cao is going crazy, and he will definitely not let go of the opportunity to detain the soldiers' rice balls.

As soon as he was lying down, he saw a large number of Indians rushing up in the black press. The expressions of these Indians were extremely distorted, and their bayonets glistened coldly in the sun. They trampled on the corpses of the dead and shouted wildly, and the sound was harsher than the crows that "croaked" and "croaked" in the sky.

Fortunately, Momotaro's ears are not very good now, and he has not recovered from the shelling just now.

His left hand was weakly resting on the gun, his right hand was tightly gripping the butt handguard, one eye open and the other eye closed, aiming at the small yellow dot of that was approaching quickly. This time there were especially many Indians who charged, so many that it was almost impossible to see the number.

Platoon guns were fired in rows, and bullets flew sideways in front of the position. But the Indians died in a row and rushed up in a row, as if the tide was rushing in.

"Get on the bayonet!" The shouts of the military cao came, and everyone put their bayonets on their heads.

The Japanese soldiers, armed with bayonets, rushed towards the Indians who were desperately rushing up. When it comes to fighting bayonets, although the Japanese soldiers are short, their skills are much stronger than those of the Indian soldiers. What's more, at this time, it was only ordinary Indian soldiers wrapped in turbans who rushed up, not fierce and unusual Gurkha people with Gurkha scimitars in their hands.

The two teams of soldiers collided together like Mars hitting the earth, and all kinds of curses, screams, and "poof" and "poof" sounds of sharp blades piercing into the human body were intertwined.

Just as the soldiers on both sides were scuffling, Momotaro suddenly turned around and kicked his younger brother back into the trench. Before he could turn around, a bayonet suddenly appeared in his chest. Then, a cannonball exploded next to Momotaro.

Flesh and blood were lifted into the air, and Momojiro lay tight inside the trench as he heard countless shells fall to the ground. Something kept falling and smashing on the body, there was dirt mixed with blood, there were stones, and there were all kinds of stumps and broken arms.

After a long time, the shelling stopped. There was silence on the battlefield, and Momojiro poked his head out of the dirt. All around him was a charred black world, a severed hand was placed in front of him, and on the trench next to him, a pink intestine hung down.