"I admit, I think highly of these monkeys, so I shouldn't have high expectations for this group of barbarians." Locke looked at the group of infantrymen who rushed to him after "all the hard work".

"Add a company of troops to the front for defense, and order everyone not to attack without orders."

"Our mission is just to defend this place."

Locke felt a little weird, so he didn't think much about it, but gave the order based on his intuition.

Zhang Shun was a little dumbfounded by his caution. At this distance, the British army had already taken action and prepared for a counterattack.

If we rush forward, the follow-up troops are too far away, and even if they rush forward, they will not be able to catch up in time, which is meaningless.

But at this time, stopping, the enemy is outnumbered and we are outnumbered, and competing with the enemy for shooting accuracy is definitely not the best choice.

"That's it now." Zhang Erbiao looked at the situation, picked up the phone and started shaking it.

"Hey, captain, the third company has gone up. Yes, we have reached the designated position. I request the main force to conduct a feint attack."

Zhang Erbiao had long thought that the British were not so easily fooled.

After all, the cannon didn't fire and the machine gun didn't move. There was obviously something wrong. If the British behaved very aggressively at this time, wouldn't there be something wrong with the commander?

So early in the morning, Zhang Erbiao formulated a response plan.

Boom boom boom...

The sound of artillery suddenly came from the direction of the artillery position, but it seemed chaotic. The artillery fire was not very concentrated, but scattered at several points.

However, in the eyes of the British, this is not an abnormal situation. The tactics at this time are all-out attack and all-out artillery bombardment, and the theory of key artillery bombardment is not mature enough.

"Brothers, kill the British devils! Kill them!"

"The machine gun moves to the left..."

"Suppressive fire, suppressed fire, where are the machine guns? What are you doing?"

"Report, I came out too hastily and didn't bring the spare magazine..."

Before the artillery fire stopped, many people rushed out from the plateau border guard position and rushed towards the British position.

In fact, there were not many people, only two to three thousand in total, but they were scattered very far apart. They looked like a large area, but in fact they had little fighting capacity.

(It is not the three-three system. The three-three system requires strong fighting will, organization and subjective initiative, which is not something that this new army standard army can have.)

At least from the direction of the British position, it can be seen that the plateau border guards have launched a full-scale attack, and there are people all over the mountains and plains.

This frightened the British. Before Chloe had time to react, the British officers below spontaneously organized a counterattack from the frightened Indians.

"Quick! You idiots, pick up your guns and shoot at the enemy, quick!"

"The enemies from the eleven o'clock direction, one o'clock direction, and the ten o'clock direction are coming. Hurry! What are you doing so slowly?!"

Because they had to avoid the shelling, the British and Indians scattered and hid in various places. For a while, the position seemed very panicked.

"The situation is not good. Order the 20th Battalion to organize a supervising team behind the defense line. We will never allow the troops to break up and disrupt our formation." Chloe looked at the formation and had to give the order.

In fact, the Indians did live up to the colonial rule of the British Empire and performed very brilliantly, vividly portraying the qualities of the colonial servant army.

As a result, Chloe mistakenly believed that the defense line was about to collapse. Although the outer position was originally used to delay time, it was too fast.

In particular, he placed the main Northamptonshire Regiment on the outside. If the front could not be stabilized, the Northamptonshire Regiment might face being surrounded.

This is absolutely unacceptable. Even if a large number of Gorkhas have been added to this regiment, Chloe cannot bear the responsibility of annihilating an old local regiment.

"Let the Northamptonshire Regiment prepare to support the friendly forces. God bless, they must be stable. At the very least, they must retreat in an orderly manner." Chloe prayed softly.

…

"Sir, Mr. Brigadier General's order is for us to gather our troops to support our friendly forces." The staff officer handed the order to Locke in confusion.

This order is very unclear. There is only a "mission" for volunteer friendly forces, but it does not specify who the friendly forces are, let alone how many people will be used to support it and to what extent.

This gave their regiment very great rights, and to a certain extent, they could even mobilize their troops freely.

This is very rare in military orders.

"Our brigadier general, does he want me to serve as a firefighter, or does he want us to withdraw from the front line like cowards?" After seeing the order, Locke spoke out without hesitation.

"Sir, that's your commander." The chief of staff stopped Locke.

"Don't worry, I'm not too old to move yet. I still have the courage to continue fighting." Locke joked.

"Hey..." The staff officer smiled awkwardly and stepped aside.

"Look, the battle line has been stabilized. I don't believe it. Can the Chinese transport tens of thousands of artillery shells in a short time?"

"How are they going to capture our camp if they don't have enough shells?"

Locke looked at the "front line of harmony" questioning himself.

"If they don't have enough artillery shells, they can only send out a large number of troops at once like Tsarist Russia. The number of troops exceeds the sum of the enemies we can kill."

"They used absolute force to crush our bodies. Although I don't know why, it is obvious that they did not use so many troops."

After a brief period of confusion, the Indians finally remembered their profession and began to engage in organized volleyball shooting.

The plateau border guards were just feigning an attack to attract firepower, so they happily exchanged fire with the British in harmony.

"Sir, our friendly forces on the right seem to be losing their support. Do we need to send an army to support them?" the staff officer stepped forward and asked cautiously.

Their right wing is a typical Anglo-Indian regiment. The main officers are British and the non-commissioned officers are half British and half Indian (high caste).

"This group of trash, you call two companies and go over to support them." Locke looked at the Indians with disgust.

"Yes! Sir!" The staff officer saluted and turned to leave.

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"Platoon leader, there is such a lively fight everywhere, why are we just watching?" the platoon deputy quietly touched Zhang Shun's side.

"Otherwise, what else can we do? Why is it like this? It shouldn't be..." Zhang Shun lay down under a big rock and replied angrily.

They were only more than a hundred meters away from the British defense line, so it could be said that they arrived in one charge.

But they are here to attract the enemy, not to attack the enemy.

Not to mention that they only had less than a hundred men capable of attacking, while the defenders fighting on the front line were more than three hundred men.

The British also felt that this group of enemies was too close, and were constantly suppressing them with volleys of guns.

When Zhang Shun reached this distance, he suddenly found that he was in a position where he could not advance or retreat, and the British showed no sign of coming out.

"At this time, it would be nice if there was a burst of artillery fire. In just one minute, we will definitely be able to open a hole." Zhang Shun gritted his teeth as he looked at the British position.

Woo woo woo...

As soon as he finished speaking, several artillery shells flew over his head and hit the British position.

However, it was not the British position in front of Zhang Shun, but on the left, about three to four hundred meters away from the position where the Northamptonshire Regiment was stationed.

"Did the plan change? Then what should we do now?" Zhang Shun looked at the explosion, confused.

The current situation and the plan he knew were completely in two different directions, and he was a little confused.

"In the exploratory attack just now, the enemy on the left wing was in a hurry. If we use this as the new main attack target, maybe!" the platoon deputy looked at the location of the explosion.

Before, during the feint attack, he was stared at by the British and unable to launch.

He couldn't just sit still if he couldn't move, so he looked around and happened to notice the Indian's behavior.

He was not sure exactly, but the enemy resistance in that direction was the most chaotic, and he could hear it clearly from the gunshots.

"It would be nice if there was a phone so I could contact my superiors at any time. It's so useless to be pressed here like this!" Zhang Shun simply turned around, took out two flattened cigarettes from his armed belt, and handed one to the rower.

vice.

"The phone is too bulky, and it has to be pulled out by such a long roll of wire. It's not enough for rear use." The platoon officer took the cigarette and took out a kerosene lighter from his pocket.

British goods, seized in Sunshine City.

"Something's wrong, why did the gunfire stop?" Zhang Shun felt that the gunfire from the opposite side was much sparser, and he quietly poked his head out without lighting up his cigarette.

"The enemy is coming, fight and retreat, fight and retreat!" Zhang Shun shouted excitedly and put away the cigarette.

Logistics was not going well for this thing, so he only had half a pack left.

The platoon officer held a cigarette in his mouth, raised his gun, and shot an approaching British man.

"You retreat first, I will cover you."

Zhang Shun didn't show any pretense. He turned around and ran, using all his strength to suck the milk. After running for five seconds, he immediately found a small bump and lay down on the back.

This bulge couldn't even cover his body as he climbed down.

After lying down, he also raised his gun and began to provide cover for others.

The Chinese soldiers were fighting and retreating, always keeping a distance of more than 100 meters from the British.

…

"This is not how war is fought, rush up and destroy them immediately!" Locke yelled through gritted teeth.

The friendly forces on the right wing are too useless, he must help relieve the pressure, otherwise he will have to retreat when the position is occupied.

"Sir, if we rush out, we may not have enough defensive troops." A captain deliberately wanted to stop him.

"If we can't save our right wing, we don't need to defend it. It's too late for temporary organizations to rescue it now."

Locke shook his head and looked at the retreating Chinese army.

He didn't know what the Chinese people's purpose was, but he vaguely felt that this purpose was achieved.

"Pursue, follow and attack, and break down the Chinese defenses."

"The remaining six companies, launch an attack together!"
Chapter completed!