Momojiro shook off the soil on his body, and the position was silent. There were incomplete corpses everywhere. An Indian soldier whose belly was opened and closed, but he could not make a sound. His intestines flowed out so far, more than two meters away. This was the first time Momojiro knew that a person's intestines were so long.

"Brother!" Momojiro standing on the position howling was like a lonely wolf, desolate and sad!

No one answered him, there were only a few crows flying up. The crow croaked and croaked twice, and then landed on the ground to continue eating. The corpses were very broken today and were very convenient to eat.

"Brother...!" Momojiro knelt on the ground, wanting to find his brother's body, even if it was one piece. But in my memory, there were five craters stacked on his brother's place.

A little yellow dot appeared in the distance again. Momojiro found a rifle with a bayonet, looked at the Indians howling and charging, and stood with a gun!

"I am the descendant of Amaterasu, and I am a soldier in the Sunrise Kingdom. Come on!" The sunlight came from behind, and at this moment Momojiro was like a god's residence.

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"Master General, the Japanese positions have been broken through three times today. Although the Japanese have all taken them back,... but the losses are heavy. If we fight again tomorrow, I am afraid that the positions will not be able to be taken back." Sun Xing bowed and stood in front of Li Xiao, who was as heavy as water, and carefully reported the results of the battle.

Li Xiao glanced at the afterglow on the sea, and then at the mountain burning like torches in the distance.

"Tell Yuan Chonghuan that he would shoot all the shells tonight. He would shoot at Mumbai City, and would shoot whatever he could. Starting from darkness, he would shrink his troops back to the dock to board the ship. Tell the Japanese to withdraw too, and there would be mines on the positions. Naval guns were ready at any time to cover the Japanese retreat. Today is the fourteenth, and the moonlight should be very good." He had to issue such an order.

Originally, Li Xiao thought that even if he could not defeat Mumbai, he could at least destroy Mumbai on a large scale. Unexpectedly, Yuan Chonghuan's second division attacked for five days with the support of heavy artillery, but even touched the edge of the city. The second division disappointed him so much.

The battle lasted for two days and two nights, and the Second Division also used all its strength to attack various key points outside Mumbai. Unfortunately! The Second Division has been suppressing bandits in recent years and has never fought with the regular army.

When we were fighting against the Eight Banners, our weapons were far less advanced than now. At that time, there was a type of machine gun. Every ten bullets were fired, we had to replace ten barrels. We needed to serve the things with five people, and we were simply an old man. Now, the eight-piece of two or three people can suppress the thing to death.

The lack of confrontation with modern troops led to the second division's combat concept being completely backward. Now even the Indian army knows how to dig trenches and bunkers to avoid shells. The officers of the second division thought that a single shot could blow the enemy away. In fact, it was the marching process when the infantry rushed up.

The scorching bullets taught them a profound lesson and tried their best to capture a high ground. Unexpectedly, they immediately organized artillery fire to counterattack. A company that rushed up did not avoid artillery in time. As a result, they smashed the fire and the hundreds of men in the company were reimbursed.

Almost all the officers who graduated from military academy in recent years have been sent to the three Northwest Divisions. They have not fought with modern military rules, which has led to the grassroots officers of the Second Division who have not known what infantry artillery coordination is. On several occasions, because the infantry rushed too close and the artillery was still bombarding, which has led to the artillery fire directly blowing up the infantry.

The company commander of the infantry company pointed his gun at the head of the artillery regiment commander, asking for an explanation!

The layers of chaos are dazzling.

In the final analysis, I have never fought such a war. I was confused!

After all, the Second Division had the foundation. When they received the order to retreat, the Second Division fired tens of thousands of cannons and the shells fell to the suburbs of Mumbai in an arc. Anyone who saw it during the day could see that it was a factory, they would bombard it with shells.

No matter whether you are a mask factory, sock factory or an arsenal, it is all the same treatment. Anyway, I don’t know what kind of factory it is, but if it smokes, it will explode.

After the shells were shot, the shell boxes were thrown into a huge pit. After the shells were shot, the cannon hung on the carriage, and the groom whipped the butt of the war horse desperately.

The infantry retreated and buried mines. At first, everyone didn't know why there were so many mines in the arms transported to the front. Now I understand. It turns out that I was ready to retreat at the beginning.

When you retreat to a large pit full of ammunition boxes, a torch will be thrown in. The burning fire formed a wall of fire, and people want to step over it is a dream.

The entire retreat process was quite organized.

The Japanese soldiers were in a mess, and a large group of people ran to the beach in a mess. Some troops on the edge did not receive a retreat order.

Momojiro was carrying a bag on his back, and the bag was filled with soil on the position. Since he could not find his brother's body, he could only bring a bag of soil back. Anyway, the soil on the position was covered with blood and flesh. He ran with the team deep and shallow, and his throat was dry and he was about to crack. He felt that the sweat on his body had turned the soil into mud, and explosions came from time to time on the position behind him.

That was the mine buried during the retreat. From a distance, I saw orange flames rising one by one. Each one was closer to me, and the pursuers were completely desperate. Walking on the ground, although the moonlight was bright, I couldn't know where there were mines under the ground.

This time, the mines sent from the top are very simple to press the mines. When burying, just insert them into the ground. There are very few medicines, the size is equivalent to a twelve-seven bullet. It is not a problem to carry ten or eight people per person, but if you accidentally step on them, you will be in trouble. A landmine with little power can blow up your entire soles.

Just step on one and you will immediately become a disabled person. You don’t want to blow you to death, you just want to become a burden for your comrades. The most important thing is that soldiers who are very small in size can carry them in large quantities.

Indians don’t care about injured comrades. If you accidentally step on a landmine, you can only roll and wail on the ground alone. Even if you shout out loud, no one will come to see you. Wu Laohei’s order is very cruel, and there is a sea of ​​swords and fires ahead and I have to chase after you.

Of course, it is not just this kind of small landmine. Some large explosives are buried with stars scattered, especially when the road is narrower, the larger the explosives are buried.

An iron bucket is filled with explosives, glass slags, nails, and even gravel. When it explodes, it looks like a scattered flower in a celestial girl. A small stone as big as a walnut can kill you. A nail that is inconspicuous on weekdays will cause you indescribable pain.

When every explosion like this would explode, a group of people would fall to the ground and scream. Blood was emitting all over their bodies, and the sound made people feel like they were in hell.

The group ran until their lungs were almost bursting, and everyone was panting like a broken bellows. The officer in front suddenly shouted to stop! Then he ordered everyone to dig out the bunker on the spot and prepare to continue the battle.

Boxes of arms were opened, and the sergeant threw a few grenades and more than 200 bullets in front of each person. The shovel had been thrown long ago, and the soldiers had no choice but to dig the soil with bayonets. After being whipped a few times, they were forced to dig with their hands.

His hands were covered in blood by sharp stones, and the soil in front of the shallow bunker was covered in blood. Fortunately, the Ming army passing by couldn't see it and threw down many digging tools, which saved his life.

Momojiro grabbed an engineer shovel, and a guy named Watanabe next to him reached out and grabbed it.

"Crash!" Momojiro pulled the bolt and pointed at Watanabe's head: "Put it down, or I'll kill you." His face was no longer as immature as yesterday, full of cruelty and perseverance.

Watanabe didn't expect that the little guy who was a child on weekdays now turned into a fierce hungry wolf. It can be seen from Momojiro's cruel eyes that he really dared to shoot.

Put down the gun, took the shovel, Momojiro started digging the shelter, and was hot all over, and he wanted to take off all his clothes, but the bag wrapped in the soil was not put down.

When it was almost dawn, water began to seep from the digging pit. The Japanese soldiers who were about to die of thirst looked like to toads that had been onshore for eight days, lying in the mud pit and starting to drink. If they dig crabs or something, they would be lucky. They rubbed sand and soil on their bodies and threw them into their mouths to make a sound of "gaba" and "gaba" sound.

The Indians caught up faster than they thought. Before the sun came out, the Indians had already appeared in their sight. Small yellow dots of shit appeared one after another on the horizon. Fortunately, they were chasing them quickly and the artillery did not follow.

Scattered shells hit the Indians' strait line. There were no shells in the mortar yesterday, and now they can only interfere with the shooting.

Momojiro pressed the butt tightly on his shoulder, muttering something in his mouth and didn't know what to mutter. He didn't know who fired the first shot. Anyway, after the gunshots, the guns started to be fired "cracklingly".

There were a lot less yellow dots, and the other side began to flash fire. Bullets flew "swoosh" and "swoosh" on their heads, and screams came from their side. The other party ran and shot at the same time, and there was such accuracy, which was definitely not an ordinary army.

After shooting for a while, both sides suffered casualties. Of course, the Japanese soldiers covered by trenches were less casualties. Seeing that they could not gain any advantage, the Indians voluntarily withdrew from the battlefield.

A team of Ming troops came up to the position, followed by Korean men. Some people carried baskets, some people carried large pots. Each of them gave a pickle lump, which contained rice porridge and pancakes.

The Japanese soldiers are going crazy. It has been three days since they only have three rice dumplings every day. Until now, they have not had enough rice to eat. Not to mention the hot water, they have never drunk even a sip of clean water. The bitter and astringent sea water seeped out from the sea and the ground is a good thing for them.

After eating, a group of Japanese soldiers hid in the trenches. Everyone had no intention of speaking, holding a gun and watching the waves shining from the sun on the sea. They were golden and very beautiful.

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ふたりで歩こうbaiと决めた川ではないけど,いつのまにここにいつのまによそに”

Watanabe started humming songs, and at first he was singing alone, and soon became a chorus.

Li Xiao stood on the dock and listened to the Japanese soldiers singing.

Japanese people seem to be born with tragedy. They have heard "The King's Day" before, and their singing is desolate and distant. As long as they listen to the song, the scene of a sirens on the beach, singing and combing their hair, which is very strange.

"All supplies are left to them. No one on the Second Division is allowed to bring dry food for one day when they get on the ship. If the war is not done well, leave the food for those who can fight to the death. The ammunition is also as good as possible to satisfy the Japanese. Although I don't like them, whether they can retreat safely depends on them."

After Li Xiao finished speaking, Yuan Chonghuan's face looked awkward.

Ignoring Yuan Chonghuan, Li Xiao turned to the warship.

Although the Second Division is only half the size of the first division, there are 50,000 people. How could it be completed in one day if they want to retreat? Fortunately, the war on Ceylon Island is coming to an end, and the Indians have lost Colombo City and are shrinking to the north of the island.

Fortunately, Li Xiu captured five large merchant ships at the Mumbai port. Each of them was full of arrangements, and could take 4,000 people. The navy searched for ships along the coast of India, from sailing cargo ships to small sampans, as long as they were floating on the water.

Even so, it would take eight days to remove the Second Division. During these eight days, the Japanese soldiers had to defend the seven-kilometer-long defense line along the port. After a series of fierce battles, only more than 20,000 Japanese soldiers were left, many of whom were injured.

Li Xiao didn't know how many people could board the ship under the cover of naval artillery fire. Anyway, this time, he could only hold the Japanese soldiers in front. Even if the Second Division was not good at fighting, he was still his own child. After all, Li Xiao still had a protecting character.

After getting on the boat, Li Xiao sat upright on the bridge, looking at the blue sea without saying a word. His tiny face explained to everyone that he was in a very bad mood at this moment.

No one dared to speak, and the air on the jianqiao was almost frozen.

"Brother, I found another cargo ship on the sea. The British one is newly built by Liverpool." Li Xiu ran in excitedly.

"That's your navy's business, capturing cargo ships. If it's not a valuable cargo, throw them all into the sea. Free up the place to transport people, and we have 50,000 people to transport them."

Yuan Chonghuan's face twitched unnaturally again a few times!

After returning to this sea area, the battle lasted almost two months, and almost all the main forces of the Ming Navy were here. More than 50 warships of all sizes, including old five-masted ships and new ironclad ships.

The number of new ironclad ships reached thirteen. It was precisely because of this crushing number that Wu Sangui's naval turtle was hiding in the military port of Mumbai. Relying on the protection of the fort, he barely survived.

After all, I was still greedy. I wanted to destroy Mumbai, but I couldn't do it. I had no choice but to use the flesh and blood of the Japanese soldiers to fill it in.
Chapter completed!