Facts have proved that such things as death squads are not a specialty of the East, and the British troops who were forced into a corner did not lack the courage to fight to the death, and this group of English soldiers who had been greeted by mine arrays, bullets, and grenades were not intimidated by the heavy casualties, or even without the slightest hesitation, and walked wildly towards the slope top position of the Qing army on the broken bones of their comrades. The strange roar struck to the edge of the slope top.

Think? This moment of crisis can no longer allow Liu Chenghong to think too much, but he knows very well in his heart - the time for a decisive battle has come, either life or death, if you can't stop this wave of offensive of the British army, even if all the efforts of the first three days are in vain, of course, as long as you can resist this wave of attacks by the British army, the British army without morale will no longer be able to launch an attack of such a scale, the winner lives, and the loser dies! Liu Chenghong quickly pulled the revolver in his right hand, sent the last bullet in the chamber into the body of a British soldier who was screaming frantically, and then threw the pistol out, pulled out the command knife from his waist, and shouted: "Kill!" Seeing this, more than 120 officers and men of the remnants of the second battalion rushed out of the trench quickly, holding spears and shouting to meet the British troops who were killing them, and the two sides were strangled together at the top of the slope.

This is a collision of blood and blood, it is a battle of courage and determination, the officers and soldiers of both sides who have no way to retreat are fighting selflessly in the small space at the top of the slope, blood is splashed everywhere, stumps and broken arms are flying in all directions, screams, roars, and the sound of spears are mixed together, life is the most worthless thing at this time, and the officers and men on both sides who have been released are almost all fighting with their lives for their lives, and no one is willing to take a step back.

The clock is ticking. Life is burning, although the Qing soldiers are fighting desperately, but after all, the number of people is already in absolute weakness, plus after days of fierce fighting, physical strength is not comparable to this group of British death squads, just with a breath of hard support and refusal to give up, but, with the arrival of the British army's follow-up reinforcements. The Qing army was finally unable to hold the top of the slope any longer, and was broken through the blocking line by British officers and soldiers. More than 400 British troops shouted and slaughtered to the top of the slope, dividing and surrounding the remnants of the Qing army.

"Kill!" Liu Chenghong, who was covered in blood, wildly waved the command knife in his hand, and slashed a British soldier who had lost his center of gravity with a sudden stab, and then rolled and flashed the three spears that stabbed him in front of him, and waved the Tao in his hand. Cut off the foot of a British soldier, jumped to his feet, and slashed down with a hard blow, sending the British soldier back to hell who was lying on the ground, and wiped away the blood splashed on his face with a wave of his hand. Glaring at the dozen or so British soldiers surrounding him.

Wu Haoming, the commander of the second company, was killed in battle, Wu Chengwen, the commander of the third company, was seriously injured and fell to the ground, and Yang Bin, the commander of the ninth platoon, was killed...... One by one, familiar figures fell, and Liu Chenghong's heart was full of desolation. Liu Chenghong, who was angry, let out a loud roar: "Kill! There is no enemy and no self, kill! The command knife in his hand was swiftly slashed, and he once again rushed towards the British soldiers who surrounded him. Like a mad tiger, Liu Chenghong slashed and killed three British soldiers one after another, but he was also stabbed in the thigh, blood gushed out like a fountain, and a sharp pain almost made Liu Chenghong unconscious, but Liu Chenghong, who refused to fall to the ground, supported his body with a command knife, straightened his waist, and quietly waited for the arrival of his last moment - but after a short half-hour white-knuckle battle, there were only more than 50 Qing officers and soldiers who were still fighting at this time. Although the desperate battle of the Qing army also wiped out more than 100 British troops, it is a pity that there are still nearly 300 British troops left at this time, and the situation has reached the final juncture.

At the critical juncture when the Qing army was unable to support the war situation, a stream of people poured out of Xinshan Town, and it was more than 40 soldiers of the Heavy Baggage Company led by Lin Mingyu, the commander of the Baggage Company, who rushed to the front, followed by hundreds of young men armed with various weapons in Xinshan Town, including Chinese young men armed with Dutch standard spears, and local natives armed with broadswords and wooden sticks. The surging flow of people quickly crashed into the encirclement of the British soldiers. Suddenly, the situation in which the British army had won the battle was immediately completely shocked, and nearly a thousand people on both sides combined were mixed up at the top of the slope.

Kill! Kill! Kill! The morale of the officers and men of the Qing army who received reinforcements was greatly boosted. Everyone rushed to kill like a life, the spear in his hand flew up and down, and those who stood in my way died! The British army, which was disorganized by the shock, could not resist the impact of the inside and outside with a little resistance, and retreated in a panic, rushing back down the slope. Just as the Qing soldiers and the young men of Johor Bahru Town were about to launch a pursuit, the four infantry guns placed by the British army on the dock opened fire, and regardless of the fact that there were still many British soldiers on the battlefield at this time, the four shotguns just whistled and smashed into the people, and the steel balls flew sideways and swept down a crowd of people in the scuffle.

"Stop chasing, get out of the way!" Liu Chenghong, who was barely standing on the battlefield, didn't care about the injury on his leg, and shouted anxiously. The local youth, who were fighting the kill, were startled by the British artillery bombardment and ran back to the town in a panic, leaving only 70 or 80 Qing officers and soldiers on the battlefield who had survived the disaster.

"Battalion commander, your wounded ......" The officers and men of the Qing army, who repelled the desperate assault of the British army, supported each other back into the trenches to prevent retaliatory shelling by the enemy fleet, Lin Mingyu hurriedly ran to Liu Chenghong's side and grabbed Liu Chenghong's crumbling body.

"It's okay, I'm fine, quick, let's hide and be careful of enemy fire!" Liu Chenghong leaned weakly on Lin Mingyu's shoulder and said with difficulty.

Sure enough, Liu Chenghong's words did not fall, but when he heard the rumbling cannons in the direction of the British fleet again, more than 100 naval guns that had long been aimed at the Qing army's position roared again. Lin Mingyu didn't care to say much, hugged Liu Chenghong's body and rolled back into the crater bunker several times one after another. The artillery of the British cruiser fleet fired three salvos in succession, blowing up the corpses on the Qing army's position, spilling minced meat and blood everywhere, and the entire slopetop position was bombed into hell on earth.

"Battalion commander, the enemy is coming up again, we are out of bullets. "No sooner had the British shelling stopped, and a lookout post immediately shouted at the top of his voice.

There are no bullets, yes, after three days of fierce fighting. It is normal to run out of bullets, except for the more than 40 soldiers of the baggage company who came in reinforced and some ammunition in their hands, the soldiers of the Qing Dynasty who survived the catastrophe have already consumed all the bullets. Liu Chenghong sighed helplessly, looked up at the sky, and said to Lin Mingyu with a smile: "Old Lin, it seems that we have seen you on the hero monument." ”

Lin Mingyu shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "Cheng, but the battalion commander can't go first." Let the subordinate go to stand before the fight first, how to say that I am also the company commander of the baggage company, and I am familiar with the work. ”

The British troops, who had been reinforced again, came quickly, but did not form any more formations, and rushed upwards in such a chaotic manner that they were halfway up in a blink of an eye. The Qing soldiers silently stood up from their trenches, regardless of whether the British artillery would take the opportunity to open fire. Gripping the gun in his hand, he prepared for the final fight. At this moment, a loud horn sounded, and groups of Qing officers and soldiers in grass-green military uniforms rushed out of Xinshan Town, shouting and rushing to the top of the slope position. Reinforcements have finally arrived!

Hundreds of Qing soldiers roared past the second battalion, and a rain of grenades beckoned to the British troops who had just rushed to the top of the slope. The remaining British soldiers turned around and fled, and the unrelenting Qing officers and soldiers gave them a ride with bullets, sending the slower British officers and soldiers back to their hometowns.

Colonel Wen Zhongming, commander of the First Fleet Marine Battalion, grabbed Liu Chenghong's hand, shook it and said, "Battalion Commander Liu, it's hard work, we're late, and the officers and men of the Second Battalion have been wronged. ”

Liu Chenghong didn't care about greetings, and hurriedly said, "Withdraw." Quick, get back to town and watch out for the British's naval guns! ”

Wen Zhongming was startled when he found that there were still five British cruisers moored on the sea, and waved his hand to order the soldiers who had beaten the water dogs and cheered to retreat. As soon as the Qing officers and soldiers left the Po Crest position, the British fleet was so angry that they vented their anger on the already empty Po Crest position, and after five rounds of artillery bombardment, the remaining British troops did not attack again. Under the cover of the ship's guns, they retreated in a gray manner. At this point, the shackles around the necks of the British army had been formed. The British army could no longer escape the fate of being trapped by the whole army!

At three o'clock in the afternoon of the fifth day of the fifth month of the eighth year of Yuanzhuo, the main force of the second detachment of the first fleet of the Qing Dynasty expedition to Batavia escorted more than ten captured Dutch warships to the outer sea of Batavia Port, but did not launch an attack, but stopped in the open ocean, the arrival of the Qing fleet immediately caused a panic among the Dutch defenders, and several batteries outside Batavia Port were crowded with Dutch officers and soldiers who were busy preparing for war, and they were on guard against a possible attack by the Qing fleet at any time.

Storming prepared batteries? That's a fool's job! Xiao Saburo was not so confused by the results of the victory over the main fleet of the Dutch army. To be honest, in Xiao Saburo's mind, the Dutch fleet is simply a piece of tofu scum, winning is winning, it doesn't mean much, in Xiao Saburo's view, only by winning a tough battle with the English fleet can he prove his ability, but in order to catch up with the battle with the main fleet of the British army, the first thing Xiao Saburo needs to complete is to take Batavia and completely crush the resistance of the Dutch.

It is naturally the best policy to surrender the soldiers without a fight, but in Xiao Sanlang's own estimate, there is not much hope, after all, the Dutch have been operating in Batavia for a long time, how can they give up this place to the Qing army, the fight is definitely to fight, the key is how to fight, of course, it is not bad to give the Dutch a ** battle before the fight, no, just arrived in the foreign ocean of Batavia, Xiao Sanlang was a little eager to send someone to invite the commander of the Dutch Far East Fleet, Lei Mingdeng.

"Your Excellency, your two countries have always had a tradition of friendly exchanges, and the two sides should have been friends who helped each other, but they really shouldn't have made trouble to the point of fighting each other. As soon as Xiao Sanlang waited for Lei Ming to take his seat, he politely greeted first.

After listening to the interpreter's translation, General Lei Mingden shrugged his shoulders and said: "What Your Excellency General said is extremely true, as far as I am concerned, I don't want any conflict with your army, but this is politics, the contemptible person is just a soldier, and he can only follow orders. ”

Xiao Sanlang shook his head with a smile on his face and said: "Oh, no, no, no, Your Excellency the Admiral has misunderstood, the general has no intention of asking Your Excellency to persuade you to surrender, and besides, the general order received by the general does not have to take Batavia, to be honest, there is only one order that the general will get: blockade Batavia, as long as you Dutch do not try to aid the British, your two armies could have been friendly with each other, and the general is also very sorry for the misunderstanding that occurred." Well, your Excellency the Admiral can convey the intention of this general to the governor of your country, but since this battle has been fought, we must have an account for our losses, and as long as you can make up for our losses on the premise of not going to the aid of the British, you can guarantee that your captured soldiers and ships will be returned to you. ”

After listening to the translation, the first feeling of General Lei Ming was that this remark was ridiculous, and the second feeling was that the person in front of him was afraid that he was planning to take the opportunity to blackmail. Some of the confused thundering generals remained silent, just looking at Xiao Saburo suspiciously.

"Your Excellency Thundering Boarding General, please rest assured, this general is what he says, now this general can send a small boat to send the general ashore, well, our army will wait until this time tomorrow, I hope you can give this general a satisfactory answer, otherwise, our army will have to take decisive measures. Here is a handwritten letter from the General, and Your Excellency may wish to take it to the Governor of your country. Xiao Sanlang didn't care what the Lei Ming general was puzzled about, as soon as the words fell, he called a few soldiers, escorted the Lei Ming board general and boarded the dinghy towards the port, the Lei Ming general didn't understand what was going on until he sat on the dinghy, and frequently looked back at the huge group of warships of the Qing fleet, but he didn't notice that the two supply ships and two medium warships in the Qing fleet series did not appear in the array at this time.

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