1890 King of Southeast Asia

"Finally here..."

"Finally here!"

The first one was Zhong Bailiang's heart-wrenching cry, and the second one was Zhang Erbiao's panting cry.

"Fire!"

Boom boom boom...

Tu tu tu tu...

Twelve light and heavy machine guns are not very noticeable on the entire battlefield, but when they target the same target group, which is not large, the effect is extremely terrifying.

(The British army adopted a dense charge formation, so even if there are many people, the range is not large. Locke was afraid of being bombarded and asked the British army to rush up and stick to the plateau border guards.)

"Finally here..." Zhang Shun panted, his eyes went black, and he sat behind a small number.

The intense running and the thin air on the plateau caused him to have severe altitude sickness.

Because of the intense action, Zhang Shun's body oxygen consumption increased sharply, his heartbeat accelerated, and the frequency of panting increased, hoping to get more oxygen.

Because of the short-term lack of oxygen, his brain blood vessels began to swell. If it gets more serious, he may not be saved.

"Quick, take a breath." The medic walked to Zhang Shun with a small cylinder on his back.

The bottle contained oxygen. Because of the poor technology, the cylinder was very heavy and the oxygen storage was not much.

There were many people to be treated now, and the medic only gave Zhang Shun a small sip.

Of course, it was mixed with air, and pure oxygen could not be directly inhaled.

"Alive... Alive." After taking a breath of oxygen, Zhang Shun, who had recovered, was still awake and looked at the world in confusion.

Boom, boom, boom.

The gunfire suddenly stopped, and only screams were left on the battlefield.

The shrill cry not far behind him made Zhang Shun recall everything at once. He turned over and carefully stuck his head out to look behind.

The pursuing British had disappeared, or he could no longer see anyone standing up.

"Ah!"

Just when Zhang Shun relaxed, a terrified cry woke him up again. He looked closely and saw a bloody British man crawling out of the pile of corpses.

He was like a headless fly, running around in the field of corpses.

"Poor man, I'll send you to heaven." Zhang Shun raised his gun and put the shouting British man into the crosshairs.

"What?" Before he could pull the trigger, Zhang Shun saw another person jump up.

Then two, three...

Hundreds of people, injured or not, calm or crazy, and some were even shooting at him.

"Zhang Shun, it's enough." Zhong Bailiang came up in time and pulled Zhang Shun who was about to rush up.

"Leave the cleaning of the battlefield to others. Don't worry, no one can take away our share." Zhong Bailiang patted Zhang Shun on the shoulder.

Zhang Shun opened his mouth, lowered his head and said nothing.

After Zhong Bailiang left, Zhang Shun found a stone to sit down, watching others clean up the battlefield and shooting a rifle.

"Do you have a light?"

"Who has a light?"

"Damn it, no one has a light?"

Zhang Shun took out the crumpled cigarette and felt it, but he didn't know where the matches on his body had gone.

He asked the people around him for it, but there was none.

"Platoon leader, I found the deputy platoon leader, and he's still breathing!" Just as he was furious, the soldier ran up.

When Zhang Shun found the deputy platoon leader, the deputy platoon leader who was proud of the seized lighter had three holes on his body, with a pale face, and could no longer speak.

"His blood has been drained, blood transfusion is useless, and even gods can't save him." The medical soldier shook his head, put away the medicine box, got up and left.

Click!

Inhale~~

Hu...

Zhang Shun took out the lighter that made him proud from the pocket of the deputy platoon leader, lit two cigarettes, and took a deep puff.

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"I know, you like this..." Zhang Shun wanted to put the cigarette in the deputy's hand, lifted the deputy's hand, and saw a cigarette butt on it, and stopped talking immediately.

Zhang Shun sat there quietly until he finished smoking a cigarette and the person who collected the bodies came up with a bag.

"I will give these to your son." Zhang Shun said calmly to the wrapped deputy, as if he was saying that he would go for a midnight snack later.

boom...boom...

At the moment Zhang Shun stood up, countless artillery fire swept the left and right wings of the Northamptonshire Regiment's position.

Among them, the Indians on the right wing were fighting happily, but were suddenly covered by artillery fire. Most of them were scattered directly, and the remaining stubborn elements were also flattened by artillery.

"The general attack has begun, why are the British so useless!" Zhang Shun blushed and shouted at the side, looking at the gradually collapsing Indians.

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In the British command post, a group of officers looked solemnly at the defense line that was being broken.

A large number of soldiers withdrawn from the front line were stopped by the supervision team in the second line.

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But it was useless. The British Indian army, which had become frightened birds, did not dare to return to the position. The supervision team symbolically killed a few Indians and left them alone.

After all, if they failed to stop them, they would be scolded at most. If they really tried to stop them, they would not know what was waiting for these supervision teams.

On the battlefield, bullets were flying all over the sky. Who knows?

"Prepare to retreat."

"Mr. Brigadier General, we still have thousands of troops and have built two solid fronts. We only need to hold on for another four days, or three days."

"It's useless. These defeated soldiers will spread fear to the entire army and make them lose confidence." Chloe shook her head.

"Besides, if we don't leave now, we really can't leave. The outer positions were breached so quickly. We lost the ability to counterattack. What will be the next goal of the Chinese?"

"Destroy us?"

"No! Sir, using brute force is the stupidest behavior. They can free up their hands and easily cut off the support route of the subsequent reinforcements. We can no longer interfere with them."

"Order, except for the necessary weapons, ammunition and food, all other supplies are abandoned, and the entire army retreats to Yadong." Chloe turned and walked out of the tent.

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"Really decisive. The generals of this army are not without vision. Unfortunately, the British have been arrogant for too long, so long that they are unwilling to lower their heads and see the truth."

"Marshal, why don't we stop them?"

"Stupid, don't you understand the principle of a trapped beast still fighting and a desperate enemy not pursuing? Rushing forward at this time will only increase casualties."

"Marshal, I have a plan. Why don't we send out a single army and go around the enemy's rear..."

"If you, a dog-headed military advisor, say it, it will be too late. The Marshal would have sent out cavalry to the enemy's rear to intercept!"

"This battle is a great victory! It has never been a great victory in the past 70 years! This battle will surely shock China and the world and resound throughout the world, Marshal..."

Completely in contrast to the British, the command headquarters of the Plateau Border Defense Army has become lively and everyone is enjoying a bright future.

"Eliminate all evil, and you will not be short of celebration wine. Now, the entire army will clean up the battlefield and pursue slowly. Don't let the British stop." A smile appeared on Zhao Erfeng's face.

"Send a message, send a message to Jinling, inform..." Zhao Erfeng's face flushed, but he stopped talking halfway.

"Marshal?"

"Marshal!"

"Had a stroke?"

"Block the headquarters, no one is allowed to enter or leave..."