On the hill where Hongtang is located, it has changed a lot, and the once lush beauty of the world has now become a mess.

Decades, if not centuries-old, trees were cut down, leaving nothing but a few stakes. The grass had also thinned out, revealing the black-gray humus they had covered, and a rudimentary ditch had formed a circle along the top of the hill, enclosing a flat terrain at the top of the hill.

In the ditch, many Hongtang soldiers were gray-faced, lying down with their eyes closed without any image, seizing the time to rest, and many of them even let out a faint snoring sound.

The outer ring of the ditch, more than a foot long, was split off with branches and leaves, leaving only the logs with a round trunk neatly placed together, and several straw ropes bound the logs tightly to prevent them from rolling down the slope.

Around the mountains, there were feathered arrows that shot into the ground, and there was still a little dew on the shafts of the arrows half with bird feathers. There were also many corpses and wreckage, scattered on the ground, and there were still a lot of blood stains on the ground, which soaked the gray-black earth with a bit of dark red and bewitching color.

Among the corpses, they have been exposed to the wind and rain for many days, and there have been a lot of fat maggots, all kinds of mosquitoes, flies, insects and beasts infested them, and from time to time they also made a few hints of hissing because of grabbing food.

"Commander, our dry food has been exhausted, and our drinking water has been cut off for a day, I'm afraid we won't last long!" Among the still bald land on the top of the mountain, in the few simple tents built with branches and animal skins, Niu Qiangwei, with chapped lips and a sloppy body, faced Lu Lu and replied with a bit of dejection.

In this tent, Dong Haoran and several other members of the Aircraft Department, as well as several other surviving first-class non-commissioned officers of the battalion and company, all stood in it, waiting for Lu Yu's instructions with gloomy faces.

Fifteen days had passed since they had fallen into the encirclement of the natives, and during these fifteen days, the men of their more than 1,000 men had to deal with attacks from the natives from all directions all the time, and as time passed, the supplies and ammunition they carried in their light advance were gradually decreasing.

If they can hold on until now, they have run out of ammunition and food, which is inferior to the trapped beast, at least the trapped beast has the strength to fight back. And their Hongtang team, with the battle of more than ten days, the casualties have been reduced by half, and now there are less than 500 surviving soldiers, and they are all wounded, weak and have no food and fresh water to replenish.

"Look at the sky, there should be a heavy rain in these two days, let everyone insist on it, it's really not good, according to the wilderness survival manual, let everyone eat their own urine to replenish water!" Lu Lu's lips were also chapped, and if he moved a little bigger, a lot of blood would ooze from the crack, making his whole person look even more hideous.

I haven't had a good rest for many days, Lu Yu's eyes are bloodshot at this time, his eyes are sunken, and even his voice when he speaks is a little lacking in energy because of hunger: "Let everyone persist and persevere, our reinforcements will arrive in these days!" ”

There is only this one thought left, more than ten days have passed, and Yamamoto and their rescue team don't know if they have found reinforcements from Bengang, but with a little hope for this support army, Lu Yu and they can hold on until now!

"Immortals! Immortals! ”

The bottom of the mountain began to attack again, and I don't know how huge the strength of this group of natives is, the casualties of Hongtang in the past ten days are not small, but as the attacking side, the natives who do not have the advantage of geography and weapons must have greater losses in comparison. But Lu Yu and the others just didn't see the slightest discouragement from the group of natives below, and every time they attacked the hills, the natives were all strong and majestic, and they never hesitated to suffer casualties from their own homes.

"Roll the wood! Roll wood! ”

The enemy soon rushed up the halfway point of this hill, and the Hongtang team members, who were still lying on the ground like dead pigs, got the order, turned around and got up nimbly, and each walked to their respective positions, but the vague movements under their feet showed their strong and middle-class deeds.

"Boom!"

"Ahh

The last two days of fighting were also thanks to the help of the rolling logs that everyone had sorted out some time ago by taking care of this hill, otherwise they would have relied on their group of remnants who lacked even strength, and they didn't know how many more colleagues would have to be killed or wounded, in order to repel the opponent.

It's just that this rolling wood is not inexhaustible, and after today's battle, I'm afraid it will also be consumed by all of them, and it is difficult to replenish it if you look at the bare mountains around.

"Kill!!"

Dozens or hundreds of figures, dodging the attack of the rolling logs, rushed up to the mountain position, and the Hongtang team members who had been waiting here for a long time met the enemy one after another and launched a fierce battle.

"Bang!"

A member of the Hongtang team was not strong, and was slashed by an indigenous man holding a stone hammer in front of him, and fell backwards, seeing the opponent in front of him raise the stone hammer again, and was about to hurt the killer, a figure flashed over on the side, holding the waist of this sturdy native, and rolled to the ground.

At the same time, the weak Hongtang team escaped and did not have time to catch their breath, and after getting up, they rushed towards the natives and their companions who fell to the ground and fought together.

Finally, a Hongtang team member pressed his whole body on the body of the indigenous warrior, and his hands tightly wrapped the right hand of the indigenous warrior holding the stone hammer, and on his forehead, I don't know when, had been scratched by the natives, and blood flowed down his face, drowning his eyes.

Another Hongtang warrior grabbed the indigenous warrior's throat from behind, making him unable to breathe, and at the same time his legs were like hoops, helping his colleagues in front of him to restrain the arms of the indigenous warrior.

Even so, the native warrior continued to roll on the ground, trying to break free from the two on his body, but as time passed, his movements became slower and slower until he never survived again.

At this time, the two Hongtang team members finally let go of their hands, looked at each other's applications, and laughed tacitly while panting.

No, these days, Hongtang has implemented food control, and everyone's daily rations are at most difficult and can barely make ends meet, but under such a high-intensity physical battle, the longer the time, the less strength everyone has, and many times they can only cooperate with two or several people to kill the natives who rushed up.

Before he could take a few more breaths, another natives rushed into battle, and the two Hongtang warriors each picked up the weapons that had fallen on the ground, and then rushed to the side of their neighboring colleagues to help him resist the attacks of the natives.

(End of chapter)