New Shun 1730

In the dizziness after the explosion, someone pushed him, and he finally reacted. The subsequent company with bamboo ladders had already squeezed over, and Zhao Lisheng stretched out his hand to help put the long bamboo ladder on the top of the convex angle fort.

A British soldier tried to push the ladder away, but when he emerged, he was shot with a musket and his head was shattered.

The officer's hoarse shouts, amidst the whizzing and explosions of lead bullets, seemed to come from a very far away place.

"Continue to throw mines at the top three times in a row! Press them down!"

"You mother, go ahead and eat shit! Don't hide in the ditch, isn't that asking for death?"

The bamboo ladder has been set up. The soldiers behind are holding a long bamboo pole with a lighted grenade tied to the front. They use the bamboo pole to send the grenade to the hidden perforation of the Corner Fort. They hold on to the bamboo pole tightly and hold it up. With the force of the people inside pushing outward.

Several soldiers held short-barreled bayonet muskets and climbed up the ladder.

After Zhao Lisheng helped set up the ladder, an officer grabbed him by the collar and shouted: "Climb up! Rush for me! Quick! Quick!"

The officer's order seemed to have some kind of magic power, or perhaps it was the officer's rigorous training that gave Zhao Lisheng a reaction like calling a dog.

Almost subconsciously, he followed the direction of the officer's collar, climbed up the ladder with the musket he had loaded but had not yet fired.

When he looked up, he saw that a comrade's butt was moving up unsteadily, giving him a great sense of security, like a huge shield that could block all bullets.

Even though it was just a fragile piece of meat.

He glanced down and saw that the officer wielding a blunderbuss had also climbed up the ladder.

Next to the ladder were soldiers who were busy loading, and their comrades who were bending over and rubbing the phosphorus sulfide leader.

The comrade who had asked his brother how he was doing in the Southern Ocean before the battle followed closely behind the officer.

There was a scream from above, and a curled arm fell from the side of the ladder into the trench. It must have been chopped off by the British with an axe.

The soldier at the top didn't know whether he was pushed or dragged off the ladder by the British or his comrades who thought he was in the way. He fell into the trench full of mud. He lowered his head and looked blankly for where he had been chopped off by the axe. arm.

Another lead bullet flew past Zhao Lisheng's ear. Following the direction in which the bullet flew, you could see an outcropping of the British soldier on the Corner Fort who had just finished firing, and the smoke had not yet dissipated.

But the British soldier who showed up was quickly shot down by the skirmishers and mast shooters below.

Another grenade was thrown up from below. In the smoke after the explosion, Zhao Lisheng found that the huge butt in front of him, which gave him enough sense of security, had left the ladder and jumped on it.

The officer was still urging him to go faster, faster.

Although he didn't know what was going on above, Zhao Lisheng still used his arms and jumped in from the gap in the convex angle fort where the ladder was set up.

A British soldier opposite was hurriedly completing the final reloading. Zhao Lisheng picked up a navy-style, slightly shorter-barreled musket with a bayonet inserted, and plunged it into the belly of the British soldier who had not completed reloading with a pop.

I have smelled a lot of blood. This place is close to the sea, and the salty smell of the Indian Ocean covers the smell of blood.

He took a step forward, held the rifle with both hands, put his left foot on the ground, raised his right foot, kicked the British soldier in the chest who was still alive, and used both hands to pull out his bayonet. .

There was a scream from behind, and Zhao Lisheng, who had drawn his bayonet, subconsciously looked back and saw that the officer who urged him to crawl quickly was really unlucky. As soon as he stepped onto the Corner Fort, he was hit by a lead bullet in the thigh. He rolled twice on the ground and hid in a corner.

However, the officer still maintained the quality of an officer. He covered his thigh with one hand and waved a short gun with the other hand, shouting: "Throw grenades into the troop transport corridor! What are you doing standing there? Don't let them come here again! Block it." Here, wait for the people behind to come up!"

Although he had rehearsed it countless times, if it hadn't been for the officer's reminder, Zhao Lisheng would have almost charged forward with his gun in hand.

After hearing the officer's reminder, Zhao Lisheng discovered that behind the twisting parapet, the area he could see was not very large, and there was a corner in front of him.

He didn't know if there were enemies behind the corner, but he followed the officer's instructions, lit the last grenade, and threw it towards the corner.

"Go to the corner and protect the ladder! Go!"

The officer shouted loudly and handed another grenade from his waist to Zhao Lisheng's hand.

The officer's thigh was already covered in blood, and dark blood was pouring out from the huge wound caused by the lead bullet. Coupled with the blood accumulated from previous killings, the ground was a little slippery.

The comrade behind him who had asked his brother how he was doing in the Southern Ocean pushed him and said: "Wait for them to come up. Wait for them to come up!"

Zhao Lisheng heard the familiar voice of someone who had lived together for several years - just in terms of living together, it was longer than he and his wife had - and finally calmed down, ignited the grenade handed to him by the officer, and pointed at He threw it around the corner and shouted: "Ergou, do you still have grenades?"

The man who was called Ergou shook his head and cursed: "Those fire support companies are all shit eaters! And those mast shooters, who are just a bunch of people on weekdays, start a battle, and their guns I can’t hit it accurately! There are so many enemies here! I’ve lost all of them!”

After cursing this sentence, although he was not fully satisfied, the mechanical movements trained in accordance with the drill made him have a lead bullet in his mouth, and he could no longer curse at this time.

The soldiers behind were still climbing up. Zhao Lisheng was about to rush forward with those people when Ergou tugged his clothes and shouted: "Hurry up and reload!"

Zhao Lisheng was startled when he saw that Ergou, who had actually finished loading, was still pounding it with the gun. He also realized what he was doing and hurriedly took out a fixed bullet from the cowhide bag on his waist. Teeth skillfully tore through the grease-soaked oil, held the lead bullet in his mouth, and began to reload, without continuing to rush forward.

The newly arrived soldiers didn't notice the two of them at all. After all, reloading on the battlefield was normal.

It wasn't until five more soldiers climbed up, and Ergou, who was about to pound the gunpowder into pieces, that they pulled out the pipe and called Zhao Lisheng to follow the crowd and attack forward along the narrow corridor of the parapet behind the Horn Fort.

Zhao Lisheng observed the situation in front keenly and saw a British soldier who had just stood up in the distance being hit by a bullet from below. He turned around and said, "Those mast shooters and skirmishers are doing pretty well!"

Ergou cursed: "If I were down there, I would be shooting more accurately than them with a rifled gun! By the way, the big pillar was killed in the trench just now. He lost his head and fell into the trench. I watched him trying to climb out, but before he could climb out, he was killed by a grenade kicked in. "

As he spoke, he raised his musket, killed a British soldier on the opposite side, and then hid in the corner to reload.

Zhao Lisheng raised his bayonet and stabbed to death a British soldier who was lying on the ground and still moving. Just when he didn't know what to do, an officer wearing a hat with a pheasant feather tail also climbed up from the ladder and shouted: "Load! Load! Get ready to follow me."

He took off the hat with the pheasant feather tail on his head, raised it and waved it high. The first wave of soldiers quickly gathered around and, following his order, lowered their heads to load their muskets.

These headless soldiers seemed to have finally found a backbone. Even though they had practiced many times and thought about it carefully, they should know what they should do at this time, but if there was no officer to come forward to organize, they would be confused.

Once the officers organized the soldiers who climbed up the ladder, these people also woke up and knew that what they had to do at this time was to attack forward from the parapet and go around to the side to kill the cannon on the Corner Fort.

However, according to the military code, at this point, these soldiers who have found their backbone understand that the most difficult battle has passed.

Zhao Lisheng lowered his head and looked at the trench below. On the slope in front of the trench, at least thirty bodies fell.

The slope in front of the bastion was the cruelest battle site in the world at this time.

Don't hide in the trenches, because grenades may fall in the trenches at any time. It may be from the enemy, or it may be from our own side that was not thrown up and fell down.

We cannot expect or rely on artillery support, because it is impossible to provide support at such a close distance, and if we support it, most of our artillery shells will fall on the slope.

Don't be timid, because if you are timid, such a cruel scene will make people panic, and they will either run back, or run forward in a daze and hide in the trench to be killed.

You can't even rely on the formation of the private line to keep yourself calm, because when you get to the slope, you can only rely on courage to hold yourself up, calmly throw grenades and load muskets, and shoot and throw freely without the psychological comfort provided by the formation.

Even if Dashun specializes in siege capabilities, if instead of adopting the tactics of siege to death and adopting the tactics of storming, casualties on the slopes will be inevitable.

Since the gunpowder-launching cannons were reduced, it would be difficult to completely eliminate the enemies above due to the ricocheting shells caused by hitting the Corner Fort. It could only rely on luck.

Those Tiger Crouching Cannons that fired grenades were obviously not accurate enough. They could only suppress the firepower on the side and the supporting troop transport corridor, and ensure that there were no British troops firing in formation behind the slope in front of the trench.

Mast shooters and skirmishers only acted to suppress the enemy.

What really determines whether the fortress can be captured is the combat engineers who receive high military salaries. They use their courage to throw grenades and shoot at close range on the slopes, and then climb up the bamboo ladders to engage in brutal hand-to-hand combat.

Although Zhao Lisheng's comrades Ergou scolded him fiercely, in fact, this battle was less cruel than a normal fortress battle.

Those skirmishers, mast shooters, and fire support projectile grenadiers with improved Tiger Crouching Cannons had actually completely suppressed the British army.

The battle that Zhao Lisheng experienced at this time, although cruel, was still as cruel as after being completely suppressed. Without their suppression, this kind of forceful attack would not have resulted in only thirty casualties on the slope in front of the trench.

Things like being swept away by shot from three-pounders and one-pounders at close range cannot be prevented, whether it is shelling or cover by mast shooters.

It is impossible for the British troops hiding above to be completely killed or blown up, let alone the enemies hiding behind and throwing grenades downwards.

The only way to fight back is to rely on courage and fierceness, either throwing grenades at close range or rushing up to stab them with a bayonet.

Combat engineers must stand firm on the slope and not retreat, so that subsequent climbing and hand-to-hand combat are possible.

Once they crossed the slope in front of the trench, the rest of the battle would be easy. The Thirteenth Battalion's mission was to attack the slope, control the salient fort, and wait for the Fourteenth Battalion's partners to blow up and fill it up, and pull up the cannons behind.