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The British troops, under the command of Charles, had already adjusted the angle of the field guns and began to throw grenades at the batteries.

Several grenades crossed a thick stone wall around the fort, fell into the fort, and exploded in all directions. Suddenly, the gunners who were firing and the knife players behind the door wall were killed and wounded.

The British army did not rush in, and the swordsmen were useless, but the lethality of the opponent's grenades was very large, and the total area of the fort was so large, and the holy soldiers were constantly killed and wounded.

The red-faced brigade commander asked the gunners to evacuate their gun positions and hide in the caves, but in this way, they could only rely on bird guns to maneuver with the enemy, and the angle of the artillery on the battery was not enough, and it was no longer possible to shoot the British troops under the battery.

The spearmen also had to seal off the doorway to prevent the British from rushing in, and the stone walls on the east and south sides had to be guarded by holy soldiers, so that they would inevitably be injured by grenades.

At the foot of the hill, the holy soldiers who came to support had already exchanged fire with the British army.

However, as the British Major Charles had predicted, the Holy Soldiers advanced to a distance of 200 paces from the trench and were intercepted by 500 British troops, and after two tentative charges, more than 100 casualties, the supporting Saints were a little stalemate, and then took the initiative to retreat out of the range of the British troops in the trench. To the surprise of the British troops in the trench, the rebel reinforcements under the hill were in full swing to bury wooden stakes and build fortifications 300 paces away from the trench.

The sentry reported the situation to Charles, and although Charles thought it was strange, he didn't think much about it, as long as he occupied the fortifications with the forts, and then bombarded them with artillery.

He ordered the four field guns in the trench to keep firing grenades at the battery, and after four or five rounds, the grenades were almost exhausted, and the shotguns fired at the trench in the battery were gradually thinning. It's almost time for a general attack! Charles was overjoyed in his heart, and immediately ordered to attack on all fronts!

Just as the British troops stopped their field guns, prepared to climb the stone wall, and rushed into the fort on all fronts, the sentries suddenly found that on the edge of the river bend above the north of the battery, hundreds of small boats with wooden sails were docked, and a large group of people with red scarves were coming down from the boats.

"It's reinforcements from the rebels, why are there so many?" The British army, who thought that the victory was in hand, was in a panic.

Before you know it, you have been fighting for several hours. Seeing that it was getting late, and it would be dark in less than an hour and a half, Charles did not hesitate, and immediately ordered to attack the battery, take it within twenty minutes, and then join forces with the British troops in the trench, crush the rebels who intercepted them, and go down the mountain together. He didn't want to spend the night on this hill.

The British troops climbed the stone wall one after another, and the red-faced brigade commander led the holy soldiers in the hidden soldier cave to rush out, threw the shotgun that had fired a shot on the ground, drew the card knife at his waist, and slashed it.

As soon as several British soldiers in the doorway flashed, they were stabbed by more than a dozen spears stabbed from both sides, blocking the doorway.

The battle was unusually fierce.

The red-faced brigade commander shouted: "Brothers, the commander has brought a large army to save us!" Withstanded! The morale of the holy soldiers was high, and they desperately cut down the British troops who were crawling on the wall one by one.

Twenty minutes passed, and the British army did not attack the fort even half a step except for the loss of more than fifty soldiers in exchange for more than thirty holy soldiers.

Charles's face was terribly gloomy, he didn't expect the rebels in the battery to be so brave. For a long time, there were few armies that dared to fight with British soldiers with bayonets.

He didn't know how long it would take to break through the battery, but he knew that it couldn't be delayed any longer.

While he was still considering whether to order his men to continue to capture the fort or repel the rebels who came to the rescue, a fierce and dense gunfire rang out from under the hill.

When Charles looked back, his face changed so much that he could hardly believe his eyes!

At the foot of the hill, the part of the rebels who came down from the boat had besieged the entire hill at some point. At this moment, thousands of rebels were holding new muskets with brown-red handles, aiming at their side, and the sound of gunfire was constantly ringing in the middle.

The rebels actually have a new musket? Although I can't see it clearly, but looking at the style, it is clear that it is the damn French-made Charville musket, etc., or is it a shotbore gun?

Charles, who was still thinking nonsense, heard a group of screams, turned his head to see that more than a dozen of Bai Gui's personal guards were hit by projectiles, crying and crying. Several British soldiers who stood up in the trench were also killed or wounded, and more than 20 British gunners who were operating field guns were also shot and blood sprayed out because they were not in the trench.

Damn it! Charles was distressed for a while! Not to mention that each of these British gunners is very precious, and it takes how many shells to practice to cultivate. The mere mere sight of these compatriots being killed in this foreign land by this abominable yellow-skinned monkey was enough to make Charles hate it!

Wait, hell! How could those yellow-skinned monkeys, who were nearly 500 yards (three hundred paces) from the trench, shoot at my gunners?

Charles thought of a terrible thing, and his face turned pale!

Damn the yellow-skinned monkey, there is a secret weapon with a range of more than 500 yards! Surely the Minérgy rifles sold to them by the French! But the French themselves are not equipped with their own army?

Charles didn't have time to think about it. Although the weather was already a little cold, his forehead and palms began to sweat, and he had always had a strong psychological quality, and even felt that his throat was a little dry and bitter.

At a glance, the entire hill where the fort was located was surrounded by the damned rebels. He even suspected that the fort was a trap to lure him in.

At this moment, there was another dense burst of gunfire under the mountain, several bullets grazed past him, and even one of them flew past his ears, and he hurriedly lay on the ground and hid.

I was even more shocked in my heart! This must be the Migne rifle, only this latest type of musket can hit so far, actually up to 600 yards. Although he stayed in the Far East and did not return to Europe, he also heard about this rifle.

Five more artillery guns were shot! More than a dozen other British soldiers who attacked the battery were wounded.

The musket bullets fired by the rebels were able to cross the trench and hit the stone wall of the fort, thus breaking the British attack on the fort.

Charles hurriedly ordered to stop attacking the battery, and all British troops took refuge in the trenches to hide from the rebel fire.

He didn't expect that his dignified major of the British Marine Corps, who led thousands of the most elite British soldiers, would one day hide from the fire of the natives in this backward Far East, like a turtle with a shrunken head!

He felt immensely ashamed, but there was nothing he could do!

At this time, he led the soldiers to rush down directly? Looking at the posture and number of those rebels, Charles was a little uneasy!

If it was still a rebel armed with swords and spears, even if it was tens of thousands of people, he wouldn't care, and he would have led the army directly to kill him. But the other party actually has an advanced musket, and it can even hit farther than the musket in his hand!

Thousands of rebels armed with advanced muskets? Oh my God, the British Empire only has more than 1,000 soldiers in the entire Far East, and the weapons are the same, even if the British soldiers have high military quality, but how precious the British soldiers are, it is impossible to fight with these worthless yellow-skinned monkeys, right?

Or, wait for Major General Chadam to come to their rescue? Thinking of this, he himself shook his head, Major General Cha Wei had sent him to lead the Marines to capture the fort, how could he still support him?

Could it be that he still has to wait for dark before taking the opportunity to break out of the encirclement?

What to do? Charles, who has always been calm, was anxious, and for the first time he found that all his self-confidence was based on advanced weapons.

It has always been the British soldiers who besiege others, but I didn't expect that it would be my turn to lead this British army, and they would be besieged by this group of yellow-skinned monkeys!

The gunfire down the hill stopped. But as soon as the British army came up, a few shots were fired.

Charles, who was unwilling to sit still, ordered the field artillery outside the trench to be pulled into the trench, ready to risk setting up and firing down the hill.

He also fell ill and went to the hospital. When the field artillery is in the trench, there is no angle, and the gunners have no vision and calculation, how can they hit the rebels?

But he couldn't think of a way to break out of the rebels' encirclement, so he had to try.

Soon, more than 20 civilians and several artillerymen rushed to the field artillery, and before they could start pushing, they heard a burst of gunfire, and seven or eight civilians and two gunners fell in response.

Now, no one dares to go up and push the field artillery.

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