Chapter 2: The stormy waves are 182 fierce battles against Singapore 3

Iron and blood form a tragic picture. Stew strips are hung on the branches, blood is flowing in the soil, flags are floating in the smoke of gunpowder, and horns are roaring in the cold wind.

On the position of the No. 4 defense zone, there seemed to be a ghost in the world. The wounded, who was untreated, groaned and lay on the broken flag. The organs exposed in the air were exposed from the hands that the injured could not hide. The screams and gunfires kept ringing around, accompanied by the occasional sound of cannons. The whistling shells then searched for unlucky ghosts on the battlefield, adding to the souls of the underworld. The torches inserted on the trench walls burned with lights that seemed to be a sacrifice to the souls of the dead. They had long lost their original function of igniting grenades.

A straight sword with blood brought out a real and illusory light and shadow towards Qiangzai. He saw him swing the straight sword of the British cavalry and slashing forward on the horse's legs. The horse fell down with a whine, and the British soldiers on the horse hit the top of the ditch wall and bounced to the ground. The sharp steel knife made a muffled sound, and the sword cut off the head of the British cavalry like thunder. The rolling head rolled at the bottom of the trench and landed at Jia Feng's feet, and still flowed with blood.

Suddenly, a dense gun blasted not far away, and another round of British volleys fired, and the messy bullets made a muffled sound in the soil. After the gunshot, Qiangzai's body trembled. Blood in his chest gushed, quickly dyed his green military uniform red, and the hat on his head tilted to the side with a violent movement. Qiangzai's chest was tilted for a while, and he used all his strength to straighten his military cap. A trace of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth. The chaotic sound on the battlefield seemed to suddenly disappear, and everything around seemed to be still. Qiangzai's pale face could not be seen, and he fell into the trenches and could no longer get up.

Lieutenant Colonel Hart, the commander of the British Seventh Regiment, seized this short-lived fighter jet, and nearly 2,000 people of the entire Seventh Regiment forcibly advanced to cooperate with the British cavalry attack. This attack intentionally or unintentionally led the entire battlefield, and with the advancement of the Seventh Regiment. In order to make up for the gap left by the Seventh Regiment after the advancement, the troops of the British offensive front accelerated the advancement. The positions everywhere were under wave after wave of British attacks.

At the same time, the cannons that had just stopped for a while were bombing each other more violently. The melody of guns and cannons echoed on the battlefield like a tragic song of death. The two armies of red and green on the battlefield were clearly separated. In order to avoid artillery attacks, they could also wield muskets to fire the ground volley, British soldiers were arranged in a row, and the horizontal formations were further distanced from each other. In this symphony of death, teams of British soldiers were like red tides.

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The commander of the 6th Army of the Expeditionary Force, Aaron Kwok, had trembled nervously. He had ordered the Eighth Regiment, which was the reserve team, to approach the No. 4 defense zone. Another English Cavalry Regiment was obviously the main force of reinforcements. They had already charged in advance. Now it is only two hundred meters away from No. 4 defense zone.

At this time, the British Seventh Regiment took advantage of the cavalry to create opportunities to fight the Chinese defenders at close range, under the command of Lieutenant Colonel Hart. Rows of gunpowders emerged from the muzzle on the position, and the smoke gathered into smoke, floating above several horizontal formations of the seventh Regiment. With every time the British commander waved his sword, the dense shooting always brought a large number of deaths on the position. The trench could have brought great convenience to the Chinese defenders, but the entanglement of British cavalry exposed the defenders to the muzzle of the British.

The life of the harvester who was indiscriminately shot, whether it was Chinese soldiers or British soldiers, there were not many people standing on the position after several rounds of volleys. More importantly, the British army controlled this area. Although it had not entered the trenches for the time being, the Chinese defenders only had to emerge from the trenches. The British army in the front row had a round of volleys to remind those who were unwilling to accept it. Hart seemed to have seen the victory. He commanded the British army to move forward alternately and carefully prepared to enter the trenches.

The wide trench was full of casualties. Abin was a platoon leader in the No. 4 defense zone of the fifth town. He watched Qiangzai fall in front of him. Abin's eyes seemed to be about to crack. The veins on his hands were crawling like earthworms. He couldn't help but curse: "***."

The cavalry rushing into the trenches have basically been solved, but the foreigners ignored their own indiscriminate shooting and killed many defenders in the trenches. Fortunately, Abin saw that something was wrong and hurriedly retreated into the trenches. He lowered his body and showed his eyes that were about to spit out fire from the hidden place and looked at the battlefield.

The foreign devils in front of the trench were lined up in a row, and teams of soldiers were walking towards the trench with bayonets.

After Qiangzai died, the No. 4 defense zone had lost its highest commander, and the remaining defenders in the trench fought on their own. Abin, as a platoon leader, had his squid embroidered on his chest, made him the highest commander here. Abin took a grenade from the body of a comrade and said, "Immediately."

The comrades around him either took out the grenades on their bodies or easily found the grenades from the dead.

Abin took the lead to ignite the lead on the burning torch. After staying in his hand for a while, Abin threw out the grenade and shouted: "Take it."

The British infantry who were approaching carefully in front of the trench suddenly saw the grenades smashing out like hail. Before they could dodge, they heard loud noises, and violent explosions exploded seven or eight British troops on the spot. Within one meter of the grenades, they either died or were injured. The strong explosion effect shocked the British army, but it still did not stop the British attack.

The grenades thrown by Abin produced such a huge power, which slowed down the British offensive and woke up the Chinese defenders who survived the trenches. They threw grenades one after another. The explosion flames flashed in front of the position in the No. 4 defense zone. The strong air waves spread around, and the thick smoke blocked their sight.

But the British army seemed to be invincible. When the explosion sounded, the foreigners quickly lay down and hid in a hidden place. After the explosion was over, these people came out from there and rushed towards the defending positions in a dark way.
Chapter completed!