"Concentrate all the troops and troops on the battleship, and all active soldiers should disembark!"
"I'm sorry, brother... we really can't take you away. Don't worry, the French will stop the bombardment after we disembark. You are still safe here..."
"Don't waste time, get off the ship immediately... While the enemy is in confusion, fight out, cover with fire, and launch a pincer attack!"
All the seriously wounded were left on the Zhiyuan. These immobile wounded could only watch their comrades leave. This was not abandonment. They knew that once the main force left the Zhiyuan, the French bombardment would naturally shift its target.
These comrades are protecting themselves!
There was a lot of crying in the cabin, and dozens of wounded soldiers beat the deck with their fists, hating how they were so unlucky and why they did not die in the battle and became a drag on everyone.
"Brothers, go ahead... We will guard the Zhiyuan for you. As soon as the French board the ship, we will blow up the boiler and the command module... We will leave nothing for them!"
"Sign the fire...and start burning the files if there's anyone left alive!"
Black smoke came out from all the windows of the Zhiyuan, and even came out from a gap that was blown open in the sailor's room!
All the precious documents on the Zhiyuan began to be burned. Charts, confidential documents, telegram information, including member information... everything with words and pictures were all set on fire!
"Suicide Squad! Follow me and attack!"
Liu Anchen and Qiu Wei formed the first wave of death squads. Under the cover of friendly fire, the first wave of fifty people jumped into the waist-deep water along the rope ladder, and struggled to survive among the crowded piles of French corpses. The coast is close.
"Hide your head under the sea... wear goggles!"
Fifty soldiers wearing goggles dived into the sea, and the place turned into a pool of blood and a sea of corpses in hell!
There were corpses of French soldiers floating above their heads, and the water within reach was no longer blue but black and red. If you stretched out your hand and fished it out, you would find half a palm or a finger.
Various corpse parts and internal organs were suspended in the seawater, as if people were sneaking in the formalin solution soaking the corpses!
A soldier with low psychological quality reached out and touched half of a person's face. He was so frightened that the air in his chest suddenly spurted out. Unable to bear it, he immediately raised his head.
There was a splash of water, and the French troops on the shore were alerted. "Look, there are enemies in the water..."
"Fuck you..." A dagger flew over, and the dagger thrown by the sailor accurately hit his throat!
"Attack... seize the beach... establish a beachhead!"
Fifty tigers suddenly rushed out of the sea full of corpses, and the shining bayonets of their rifles pierced the chest of the French army!
"Kill...create a beachhead and come out...build shooting fortifications..."
The engineer shovel in Liu Anchen's hand was rounded and smashed open the gun of a French soldier. Fifty sailors wiped out more than 20 French soldiers in one encounter!
At this time, the main force of the French army was dealing with the Prussian army on the opposite side of the island. In a short time, a battlefield gap of thirty meters in radius was formed around Liu Anchen and Qiu Wei.
The soldiers fired left and right to resist the French troops trying to rush over, while other soldiers used all the materials to start building simple shooting positions.
Shell boxes, sandbags, and inexhaustible sand on the beach were piled up one by one to form horizontal shooting positions for individual soldiers.
Qiu Wei yelled, "Are you all stupid? There are not enough shell boxes, there are not enough sandbags, aren't there still corpses? Put up the French guy's corpse!"
"Inform the captain that the beachhead is safe... We will provide fire cover and ask them to disembark quickly! Quick, quick, quick..."
In just ten minutes, fifty people formed a simple ring-shaped shooting position. Although it was extremely crude, although they were all horizontal shooting bunkers, and although most of them were piled with dead bodies, at least they had a Safe shooting shelter.
The Mauser rifle was stretched out and even placed on the shoulders of the French soldier's corpse. The corpse's face was so tightly pressed against Qiu Wei's face. It was just that one was alive and the other had become cold carrion.
At that moment, Qiu Wei suddenly felt a little confused. This young man with a handsome face had a really high bridge of nose, and his eyes were as blue as the sky.
His skin is so white and his hair is golden! If he is still alive, he must be a handsome guy who is charming thousands of women!
But the God of Destiny doesn't care how handsome you are. At this moment, he is dead and has turned into a corpse that everyone fears. There is really no one old or young on the road to hell!
Does France also have his parents? Does Paris also have his lover? How many people in this world are waiting for him to come home?
He is dead, but who can prove that he has been in this world? Maybe his relatives and loved ones know that he has lived in this world for more than 20 years!
But what about the future? When those people also grow old and die, will human history remember the name of such a young man?
Did he really exist? Will future generations admit that he once existed in this world?
Just when Qiu Wei was sighing, just when he was in meditation like an old monk, just when he was about to become enlightened... a roar suddenly sounded in his ears.
"Qiu Wei, are you stupid...meeting a dead person? *Guarantee...Give it to me!"
Liu Anchen's roar awakened Qiu Wei who was in meditation. When he looked up, he saw forty or fifty French troops in front of him, lying on the ground and crawling towards the position.
These experienced French troops knew that the Chinese sailors behind the bunker were difficult to deal with. These veterans crawled forward like snakes, holding bayonets in their hands. Among them, the foreign legionnaires also had North African dog-head knives.
"Damn! Are these idiots going to fight hand-to-hand? By..."
Qiu Wei carried a five-kilogram gun bag, which was completely wrapped in three layers of oilcloth. The bag was also wrapped in several layers of white wax. Even if it had just been soaked in water, it would not affect its use.
Without saying a word, Qiu Wei pinched open the wax seal of the white wax, pulled the gun fiercely, and tongues of flame began to spit out.
"Then..." The burning bag was thrown forward. Liu Anchen saw the opportunity and stood up suddenly, caught the bag in mid-air, and threw it out with all his strength.
"Damn it...have a drink!"
Boom... The gun bag weighing ten kilograms bloomed on the enemy's head. The gun mixed with iron sand inside formed a death ripple. The French troops who were crawling over were blown into pieces.
"Report to the captain...the beach is safe...get ashore quickly...quickly, quick...
Two hundred and thirty soldiers from the Zhiyuan finally landed on Speke Island under the cover of the vanguard. The entire team was divided into two, covering each other and approaching the Prussian army step by step.
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