Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 939 The Burning Summer Palace ([-])
  That night, around nine o'clock.

Because there are only some dim stars in the sky, the environment looks particularly dark.

In such a dark environment, the Western-style building had long been pitted and had many holes due to repeated bombings on the outer wall, and it looked like it would collapse at any time.

no way! Although the current Yin-France coalition's artillery tactics are far from as skilled as they were during World War I and World War II.

Not to mention, you can follow the slowly advancing barrage of artillery shells and advance all the way towards the main building.

But after discovering some movement in the main building, it wasn't difficult to call in a cannonball with direct fire.

The battle has lasted a little longer, and now the walls of the main building are full of holes; through these holes, the Yin Law coalition forces can easily enter.

In such an environment, with a 'ding-dong' sound, Fenghua would throw a stack of specially made playing cards in front of Hu Biao.

Then, with a rather tired voice, he said:
  "Shadow Rider's body has been packed in a body bag and buried in an abandoned tunnel. After this rookie died, there was nothing good left. As long as his special deck of playing cards can be found, all of them are now available. It's all here.

Just take it with you, it's more or less a thought. "

"Hmm~" Hu Biao, who was smoking silently, made a sound in his nasal cavity after hearing the words, which was regarded as acknowledgment.

Then, while stuffing the playing cards into his pocket, he looked at the people around him and saw that they had some injuries, whether minor or serious.

And mentally, the team member who looked quite depressed slowly said in his mouth:

"God of Wealth, let us know how many combat personnel we have now and how much possessions such as guns and ammunition are left."

As he spoke, this guy's voice was extremely hoarse.

In the past few days, they have faced the Yinfa coalition ten times, and even more attacks.

In a situation where all the command was based on shouting, in order to make everyone hear the order clearly amidst the sound of guns and cannons, it was really a bit laborious; often at the end of the day, Hu Biao didn't even want to say a word at night.

As for everyone who is currently alive in the team, there is nothing to say about gathering here.

It can be regarded as a regular small meeting of the team every night, so that everyone can understand the current strength and assets of the team through such a regular meeting.

There is nothing wrong with such an approach. If you know yourself and your enemy, you will never be in danger.

It's just that the content of such relevant reports is getting worse day by day.

No, after the God of Wealth spoke, there was some bad news: "In terms of personnel, there are still more than [-] people who can still move.

Among them, there are 21 members of the team, 71 of the father-in-laws, 52 of the maids, and 53 of the seriously injured. One-third of them may not survive tonight.

In terms of weapons, there is now a heavy machine gun, 157 Hanyang-made rifles, 80 revolvers, a heartless cannon, and 67 hand grenades.

There are 3 explosive packs in 15kg packs and 5 packs in 7kg packs.

In terms of bullets of various calibers, there are currently quite sufficient reserves, but the key problem is that there are not so many people using them.

In addition, there are a total of five passages leading to the outside. Two were dug today, and three are still intact.

However, based on the excavation progress of the captured people, one of them will soon be exposed and excavated by them. "

After the words fell, the God of Wealth girl did not receive any response; only the gentlemen of the team took out a cigarette and lit it silently, looking a little dignified.

Let all the team members have such a reaction.

Mainly in the data of God of Wealth and above, despite the fact that they still have [-] people who can move, at first glance it seems that there are quite a few people.

But don't forget that the area of ​​this main building is really not much smaller than that of Sihang Warehouse; it requires quite a lot of manpower to defend it.

And those palace maids can only play an auxiliary role in rescuing the wounded and preparing food.

After deducting the fifty or so of them, there are only about ninety people who can actually participate in the battle; with such a small number of people, it is already not enough to defend such a large building.

If there are more losses in tomorrow's battle, it can only be said that it will be even more stretched.

It's just that now, the Daqing court, which is only a dozen miles away, is afraid that it can't die quickly enough. How can it send reinforcements to support it?
  Thinking of this, everyone was helpless and knew that it was just a matter of continuing to carry on here. It would be a day to be able to carry it a little longer.

If you really can't stand it anymore, you will choose to go out to fight guerrillas; because the area is restricted, the process will only become more difficult.

In this way, in an atmosphere that was not cheerful at all, tonight's regular meeting ended hastily.

When the meeting was ending, Lao Hei suddenly thought of something and asked: "Old Hu, are you going to continue to go out of the tunnel tonight to shoot these foreign devils?"

After pondering for a while, Hu Biao gave an answer:
  "Forget it! I won't go out to shoot black guns tonight, and continue to stimulate the Yinfa coalition forces; maybe this approach will make them think that we have no other tunnels, and this will leave the last escape route.

In addition, everyone should have a good rest tonight and recuperate, because the battle in the future will be more difficult~"

After hearing the words 'have a good night's sleep', even in such a difficult situation, everyone finally had a smile on their faces.

After so many days of busy work and fighting, the fatigue accumulated in their bodies has almost reached its limit. It can be said that nothing makes them feel happier than being able to sleep well at night.

Therefore, under Hu Biao's decision.

Except for those who needed to keep vigil, they went on duty cursingly, waiting for someone else to replace them when the time came.

The remaining people were immediately wrapped in a quilt and lay directly on the ground.

Not long after, a loud snoring sounded from the woman's mouth.

The Yinfa Allied Forces, despite not being attacked tonight, had a rare good sleep; for a while, in the huge Old Summer Palace, it suddenly became quiet...

******
  Time: Two days later, that is, October 10th, there are still four and a half days left before Hu Biao and the others need to stick to the first stage.

The sky was getting slightly brighter, and one by one, Montauban, Grant and other senior officials of the Yin and France coalition got up early.

After they freshened up carefully, they all put on clean uniforms. Many of them appeared in the main building looking like dogs, out of the range of light and heavy firepower.

The reason why they act like this is very simple.

That was during many days of fighting, although the casualties on their side had reached an astonishing number of more than [-] people.

Facing more than twenty members of the Xuange Battalion, plus some eunuchs and palace maids, there were such a large number of casualties.

With such bad results, they themselves felt embarrassed even if they told them about it.

But no matter what, they could clearly feel that the defense in the building was getting weaker day by day; by the last attack before dark last night, it was already weak to a considerable extent.

According to judgment, the number of combatants inside who could still hold a gun and fire would not exceed sixty.

What's more important is that even if each of the Eastern Knights of Xuange Camp is made of iron, their mental and physical strength should be at their limit now, and their combat effectiveness has been significantly reduced.

Therefore, they all have a strong confidence in their hearts.

If no miracle happens, they can capture this damn building today; then kill and capture those people inside, and seize the oriental treasures hidden inside.

As long as they think of this, all the high-ranking officers of the coalition forces, and even every soldier.

How can I sleep under the hot expectation in my heart?

So today, they got up early.

After a hasty breakfast, about 300 soldiers from the Yin and France coalition launched an attack on the main building with unprecedented excitement.

It's not that they don't want to invest more troops at once, rush in like a tide, and completely submerge the defenders.

If they really wanted to do this, the defenders would throw out or rush up with explosive packets; with the amazing power of the explosive packets, dozens of people could be killed at one time.

After being bombed two or three times in a row at most, no matter how many soldiers there are, they will lose their courage to fight and escape desperately; except for the shocking number of casualties, they will get nothing else.

So much so that now, they don't dare to invest too much troops at all.

Anyway, in the opinion of many senior officers, as long as they launch a few more attacks and exhaust the opponent to the limit, they can eventually win the battle.

Around dawn, everyone in the team completed a training session and became more energetic. After seeing their opponents take action, they also entered the fighting position as soon as possible. As they pulled the triggers of the Hanyang-made rifles in their hands, a fierce battle began immediately.

Then, the memory of both parties involved in the war was so profound that many years later, when they think about it, they will be in a trance, in a daze, and even have nightmares. This is the beginning of a day...

At 11:52 a.m., in the sixth attack launched by the coalition forces today.

Dragging his left thigh, Barong was stabbed with a bayonet and stabbed twice; and the watchdog whose neck was wrapped in thick gauze was still bleeding.

The two formed a fighting group, hunched over and cautiously advancing on the first floor; their steps were as light as those of a civet cat, and they did not dare to make any loud noise at all.

During this process, the watchdog walking a little ahead raised his ears high.

Amidst the various gunfire and shouts of death, he tried hard to listen to the footsteps and other movements around him, and was always ready for battle.

Say it! As early as yesterday's battle, after their firepower was greatly reduced due to heavy casualties, they had no way to keep their opponents out of the main building.

Therefore, in almost every battle, after killing part of the opponent, the opponent has to rush in.

A small number of personnel, together with the already small number of father-in-laws, defended the second floor with the last hand-cranked Gatling heavy machine gun.

Most of the remaining team members stayed on the first floor in groups of two and entered into this fierce battle room by room.

When will the Yin-Fa coalition withdraw when they can no longer bear the losses? When will it be over?

After taking five or six steps forward, a sound of rapid breathing due to nervousness faintly reached the watchdog's ears.

The watchdog immediately turned around, stretched out his hand and made a series of simple gestures to Barong behind him.

The content represented is very simple: there should be five people hiding in the small living room behind the corner of the corridor. The two of them should prepare together, and after the three count, they will take action together.

Then, as the three fingers raised by the watchdog were retracted one by one.

When the last finger was collected by the watchdog.

The two people rushed out like lightning, each with two revolvers in their hands and started firing desperately. In an instant, the seven people hiding there were brought down to the ground.

Unfortunately, before the five people were shot and fell to the ground, they had already tensed up. They instinctively pulled the trigger on their fingertips and fired the bullet from the gun chamber.

One of the shots missed and hit a few sparks on the wall. The other shot hit Barong's chest at the front, just hitting the stainless steel insert plate of his DIY body armor.

The 10 mm thick bulletproof insert successfully blocked the penetration of a minie round.

However, the huge kinetic energy carried by the warhead still made Barong feel as if someone had hit him hard with a hammer at the location where he was shot.

Although the ribs were not broken, the fractured bones meant that he would not be able to run.

Good guy! The sheer force caused Barong to almost lose his breath and faint.

If you had taken off your body armor and jacket, you would definitely be able to see a bruise as big as the palm of your hand at the location where you were shot.

But in the next second, after hearing the sound of leather boots running towards him, Barong ignored the huge discomfort in his chest and yelled out the word 'retreat' in a distorted voice.

The sound just fell, and another dozen French troops appeared in their sight.

At the moment they appeared, the first three rifles with bayonets mounted had already opened fire, and the bullets hit the wall and brick fragments flew into the air.

If Barong and the others hadn't retreated in time, someone else would have been shot.

After taking two deep breaths, the watchdog looked at the revolver in his hand. There were still eight bullets in the cylinder, which should be enough.

Immediately, he gave Barong another look, and he was ready to rush out of the corner of the corridor and fire at the target who had just rushed into the small living room.

As a result, the enemy took the lead, and the French army on the opposite side pulled the trigger.

Even though Barong shrank faster, after a ricochet flew by, a deep bone-deep wound was opened on his left eyebrow on the spot.

In an instant, his left eye stung from the flowing blood, and everything in front of him also turned blood red.

Feeling annoyed, Barong raised his dirty sleeves, wiped the back of his eyes, and yelled at the watchdog:
  "After ten counts, rush in and open fire together to kill these foreign devils."

After saying that, without waiting for the watchdog's response, he rushed straight into the room on one side.

When the number silently counted in his mouth reached 'nine', he smashed the wall with his shoulder and rushed into the small living room.

Before the French soldiers could react, the two guns in their hands began to fire wildly.

At almost the same time, the watchdog rushed out from the corner of the corridor and pulled the trigger frantically.

Coupled with the counterattacks of the French troops before their death, the gunfire here was as dense as fried beans; there was nothing fancy at all, the competition was about who was faster on both sides.

Two seconds later, the gunfire completely subsided.

All ten French soldiers fell to the ground, but neither Baron nor the watchdog fell.

But Balong was leaning against the wall, which prevented him from collapsing to the ground; because one shot penetrated his waist, shattering one of his precious waists.

no way! Because of their kung fu skills, their nervous reactions are indeed faster.

But no matter how fast the reaction speed is, can it still be faster than bullets?

What's more important is that after several days of fighting, the two of them now have many injuries, large and small, especially the penetrating injury on Barong's left thigh.

Jean Baron's reaction was a little worse. Maybe his nerves reacted at that time, but his body couldn't keep up.

Upon seeing this, the watchdog quickly took out a piece of gauze, intending to come forward to support Barong and apply pressure on the wound.

Wait until the rest of the team has beaten back this group of Yin Law coalition forces, and then find a way to treat them.

But Baron knew that when the team's only serious doctor, Shou Zhengdaoren, died in battle, he might be completely hopeless with injuries like ruptured internal organs.

To this end, he waved his hand to block the watchdog's hand that was supporting him.

He took off the pair of revolvers covered with bloodstains and the belt hanging the bullet box in his hands, passed them back and forth, and said:

"I can't live much longer, so don't worry about me, just get out now~"

In fact, how could an experienced watchdog not see that Barong was hopeless? It's just that I couldn't bear to leave my teammates behind.

Finally, after gritting his teeth, he took the pistol and belt and left without looking back.

A voice came from behind: "Brother, you must persevere..."

After the figure of the watchdog completely disappeared, Barong could no longer stand even if he leaned against the wall. His knees weakened and he collapsed, waiting for death to come.

As he expected, at most ten seconds later, five or six more Yin soldiers rushed over.

After seeing Barong collapsed on the ground, these people looked ecstatic.

You know, the people who have lost their resistance in front of them look like the Eastern Knights from Xuan Ge Camp.

Even if it is the corpse of a member of the Xuange Battalion, as long as it is taken out, you can get a high reward from the commander.

If it were a living prisoner like this, the reward would only be even more amazing.

Immediately, the group of people rushed over with cheers; the two people at the front locked Barong's hands and lifted him off the ground.

But a moment later, they ran wildly towards the distance.

Because at the moment they mentioned Barong, they could see a wooden-handled grenade smoking behind the Eastern Knight.

Then, before they could escape, the shock wave and flying fragments of the explosion began to wreak havoc.

Want to capture the members of the Xuange Camp team alive? They think too much.

(End of this chapter)