The island of Ceylon is finally cooler at night, and the screams of unknown insects are heard one after another. The moonlight shines on the faces of the young soldiers, and their snores are also heard one after another. Combined with the faint sound of the waves in the distance, they mix into a unique sound.

sound.

A small lizard crawled out of the mud and climbed directly on Scar's camouflage uniform.

Scar held the rifle in his arms, with his hat on his face and his helmet thrown aside. Leaning against the earthen wall of the fortification, the little lizard crawled from Scar's arm to his chest, and then from his chest to the shoulder on the other side.

superior.

Scar was sleeping soundly, he felt like he was just dazed for a while.

"Pa!" A gunshot sounded!

With the instinct of licking blood from the edge of a knife for many years, Scar picked up the big eight-piece rifle on the ground before he even opened his eyes. With a swipe of his hand, he opened the safety top and fired it. Then he picked up the helmet and buckled it on his head.

I didn't dare to poke my head out, so I put my gun against the helmet to test it first. After waiting for a while, I didn't hear any movement, and then I slowly poked my head out.

"What's going on?" Seeing that there was no movement, Scar ran to the sentry's side.

"Report to the battalion commander, it seems to be a cold shot from the Indians."

When the sentry saw it was Scar, he subconsciously wanted to stand up and salute, but Scar grabbed him.

"Damn it, I'm going to die, lie down, I'll go take a look." Scar took off his bayonet and slowly climbed up the fortification. In the dark night, the Indian position at the bottom of the mountain was very quiet.

This mountain is the commanding height outside the city of Colombo. If you occupy it, you can easily bombard the city of Colombo. Similarly, if the Indians occupy this place, you can easily bombard the port occupied by the Ming army.

There are some stone ribs on the mountain, which makes the mountain look like a bun. The soldiers called this mountain Baozi Mountain!

Scar walked forward with his waist bent, trying to keep his eyes open, trying to distinguish whether there was anyone in front of him by using the outline of the background.

As I walked, my foot stooped, and when I looked down, I stepped into the dead man's cavity.

"Fuck!" Scar was startled and cursed in his mind. He put his rifle against the corpse and pulled out the foot. After taking another two steps, he vaguely saw a shadow shaking.

With the gun on his shoulder, he was shooting from a kneeling position with his finger on the trigger.

"Fuck you!" Scar shouted. The password tonight, the response should be "Fuck you!"

As soon as the sound came out, there was a gunshot from the opposite side. The bullet almost flew past Scar's forehead and disappeared into the night in an instant.

Scar's finger pulled the trigger twice, and his body trembled. The black shadow shouted "Wow" and fell to the ground. Scar ran closer, smashed the gun butt, and hit the man's body with his heel.

The gun was kicked away, and he was dragged by the neck into his side of the fortification.

The sound of gunfire at the foot of the mountain suddenly became a blur, blind firing. Bullets were flying "whoosh" and "whoosh" in the air, and the Marine battalion here also began to fire crackling shots.

The two sides were shooting at each other from a few hundred meters apart, but their accuracy was not very good.

Scar ran back huffing and puffing, thinking to himself, "Don't hit the cannon. Don't hit the cannon."

"Boom!" As soon as he ran to the edge of the fortification, a wave of air pushed Scar into the fortification.

"Fuck, help!" Scar called his soldiers and dragged the Indian in. "Fuck!" Scar cursed as he was dragged into the fortification.

A mortar shrapnel was nailed directly to the forehead of the Indian soldier.

I thought I could come back alive and interrogate him to find out something. But now, everything is in trouble.

"Battal Commander, these are Indian soldiers, not Gurkha soldiers. Even if you send them to the back, you won't be able to ask anything. Our speakers only understand Gurkha and don't understand the weird Indian things they speak.

talk."

Seeing that Scar was depressed, a company commander under his command quickly comforted him.

"Fuck!" Scar cursed again, then picked up the enamel jar and drank water in a "gulp", "gulp" motion.

I don’t know how many languages ​​there are in this hellish place in India. Anyway, the captives captured these days have no way of understanding what they say. Only after asking the local Tamils ​​did I find out that Indians themselves have to rely on translators to speak.

Soldiers recruited from different places spoke different languages.

A few mortar shells were fired from the opposite side and the situation stopped!

"He's a scout." The company commander found a small notebook from the arms of the Indian soldier, with a map of the Ming army's fortifications drawn on it. It seemed like this guy had been obsessed with it for a while!

"Battal Commander, a sentry from the Third Company was shot in the head. It looks like he won't survive. It's probably this bastard who did it!"

"Throw it out." Scar roared in disgust.

He leaned against the earth wall of the fortification, took out a cigarette, and quickly lit the fire on the face next to him.

"Battal Commander, didn't you say that the Japanese will fight this battle? Why did Master Hu put us here?"

"Shit, there are probably more than 500 Japanese dead in this position. They really can't stand it anymore. If this place wasn't the key, Master Hu wouldn't have let us come up.

There is a little shortage of mortar shells. The person who was sent to collect the ammunition said that he only received a dozen boxes. He said that the inventory was small and he asked everyone to save some. Battalion Commander, do you think this is the time to save shells?

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"Battal Commander! The second master will not leave us people on this island and ignore it...!"

"Asshole! What are you talking about? When did our Liao army abandon Brother Paoze? You don't know what to say!"

"Pah!" The guy who was talking nonsense said to himself, "Battalion Commander, don't worry about my nonsense."

"Second Master has gone to transport supplies for us reinforcements. He should be back in six or seven days. Once the reinforcements arrive, we will take down this fucking Kulumbo. I'm sick of this damn place!" Scar said

I looked at the sky and saw that it was quite cool at night.

As long as the sun comes out, it's like a damn fire. No wonder the Tamils ​​here are so dark. If the sun shines for a few days, the whole camp will probably be like them.

Several people were talking around Scar at the entrance of the shell-proof cave, when suddenly a ball of fire burst into flames twenty or thirty meters away, and a loud "bang" hit everyone's eardrums.

Scar put on his helmet and got into the shell-proof hole. He was slow to react and could only crawl into the trench nearby to fight.

It seems that the Indians are not rich in artillery shells. After hitting a dozen of them, there was no movement.

"Damn it!" Scar spat out the dirt and cursed. Then he shouted outside: "Hurry up and sleep as soon as possible."

The position became quiet again, and there was a faint light on the horizon. The extremely tired soldiers quickly fell asleep again, and only the sentry's eyes were staring at the situation like owls.

The snoring started again one after another, as if nothing had happened just now. Scar stared for a while, and when he opened his eyes again, it was already bright. Red could be faintly seen on the sea in the distance, damn it

The sun is coming out again.

Early in the morning is a rare cool time in the day. Scar stretched his waist. He didn’t know if God would take care of him today. When he got into the position, he tied his head to his belt. Who the hell knew which mortar shell would hit him?

to your own head.

He reached into his pocket and only took out a shriveled cigarette box. Only then did Scar remember that he had used the last cigarette last night in a panic.

Looking at the company commander next to him who was sleeping like a pig, Scar kicked him. "Is there any cigarette?"

The first company commander yawned and rummaged around in his pockets. "Battalion Commander, you can't smoke with me all the time. You don't want to pay me! I heard last night that you personally killed an Indian soldier who touched something?"

Finally, he fumbled for a cigarette case in his pocket, took out one and gave it to Scar. He struck a match and the two of them lit a cigarette against the fire.

The first company commander is a soldier led by Dao Scar. He is from Hebei. He learned martial arts in his hometown and is good at using broadswords. He often complains that Japanese swords are too light. If you encounter the big sword he holds, he can cut a person in half with the sword.

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"Damn, I can see it. The Indians are going to fight hard. Our position is the key to the whole battle. If Baozi Mountain is lost, the people in the harbor will be targets." Scar exhaled a puff of smoke and took a look.

The harbor in the distance.

The first company commander didn't say anything. Since it was the key to the whole battle, the Indians must fight tooth and nail. Fight hard and fight hard. The Liao army has not said who they are afraid of.

At this moment, several soldiers from the company also got up, some rubbed their eyes, some spit, and some ran to the north of the trench to urinate. Scar stretched out his foot and kicked the company's correspondent, asking him to ask the cooking team if the food was ready.

Have you done it? Now I’m taking advantage of the morning to eat something. I’m really working during the day, so I probably won’t even have time to eat.

The correspondent just stood up and stretched out his hands. There was a "swish" sound, and a ball of blood burst out from his shoulder.

"Fuck! Shoot a black gun." Scar flicked away the smoke and picked up a gun. "Just fucking stay there and don't move!" The reporter who was shot lay rolling on the ground, and the health worker quickly ran over and tore him apart.

A triangle towel was used to cover the wound tightly.

Scar felt really bad, so he wanted to kill the bastard who used the black gun.

He glanced at the first company commander, who understood. He held up his helmet with a gun, slowly leaned out, and walked along the fortifications with his waist bent.

Dao Scar ran to a pincer-shaped protrusion of the fortification, slowly propped up two wooden ammunition boxes at diagonal angles, and then slowly stretched out the rifle from behind the wooden boxes.

Sure enough, the Indians couldn't hold back. "Bang" was another shot. The shooting was very accurate and directly knocked off the helmet held by the first company commander. If the helmet was worn on the head at this time, even if it was not penetrated, the neck of the first company commander would be shot.

It's probably discounted too.

Scar could see clearly. Under the blue sky, there was a small shit-yellow dot more than two hundred meters away. He put the ruler on the front sight and estimated the distance. He put his finger on the trigger and held his breath. Ask the front sight.

Catch that little dot!

He was hoping that the guy would stick his head out, but after waiting for no more than twenty seconds, the small dot became a little bigger. Scar tightened his hand, and the hot bullet casing flew out from the ejection port.

The hot bullets swirled and penetrated into the Indian soldier's head with huge kinetic energy. The skull was opened directly by the bullets, and red and white splattered all over the floor.

There was no ambiguity on the other side, and the mortars came directly to greet them. Three pillars of smoke immediately rose from the Ming army's position. Scar felt as if his chest had been hit by a sledgehammer, and he was so suffocated that he couldn't breathe.

"Damn, the cannonballs are pretty wide." Scar cursed, sticking his body tightly to the trench and not daring to move.

The Indians must have received supplies last night, and the artillery shells became abundant again. As for the Ming army, the artillery shells will not hold out until Li Xiu comes back at least seven days later. Therefore, the Indians can only bite the bullet and endure the artillery attack.

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After the Indian artillery fire was finished, Scar trotted back to his battalion command post.
To be continued...