Li Xiao raised his telescope and looked at the thick smoke rising from the mountains in the distance: "How many days have the Japanese been guarding?"

"It's been five days, let alone, these Japanese people can really carry it. I used to think that the Japanese people couldn't hold on, but I didn't expect them to be so resilient." Sun Xing stood behind Li Xiao and bowed.

"The resilience of Japanese people is much greater than you think. We often describe our nation as hard-working and hard-working. They are also hard-working and sometimes even more hard-working than us." Li Xiao nodded.

"Commander, you are right!" Sun Xing was still bowing.

"What? You are not convinced? If you are not convinced, ask Yuan Chonghuan for me. The main division of the Ming Dynasty cannot take the outskirts of Mumbai in five days. Does his face have a fever?" Li Xiao's expression was calm, as if he was talking about today.

What to eat for lunch.

"Commander...! The city of Mumbai is well-defended and heavily guarded. Commander Yuan...!"

"He also has naval gun fire support, he also has three howitzer battalions, and he also has a well-equipped Ming army. What do the Japanese soldiers have? Mortars! Hand grenades! Explosive packs! And big eight-grain rifles!

If there is anything else, it is the spirit of iron and blood."

"Commander, this is Commander Yuan's request for reinforcements." The staff officer handed over Yuan Chonghuan's report at an inappropriate time. Sun Xing glanced at the staff officer and suspected that Yuan Chonghuan had a grudge against him.

"Okay! If you need reinforcements, find me a rifle. I'll go and attack Master Yuan!" Li Xiao looked calm and frightening.

"Commander, I'll just go to Mr. Yuan." Following Li Xiao for two full years, Sun Xing knew that the calmer Li Xiao was now, the more frustrated he became. Thinking about Yuan Chonghuan's care for his father back then, Sun Xing had no choice but to help.

Yuan Chonghuan covered up the past.

"The Second Division has really not fought for a long time. It has only been a few years! Where is the Second Division that is good at offense and defense and can fight to the end with the Eight Banners?" Thinking of the Second Division of the Liao Army that defended Jinzhou alone and fought hard against the Eight Banners.

, Li Xiao looked angry and refused to argue.

It’s no wonder that Li Xiao was so angry. The task of blocking the Indian army’s reinforcements was given to the Japanese. The attack on Bombay City was left to him, Yuan Chonghuan. Most of the weapons and equipment transported over a long distance were also given to him.

Yuan Chonghuan.

In addition to weapons and ammunition, the Japanese people are said to have begun living three rice balls a day.

They were munching rice balls, but they were able to fight vigorously, but they didn't let the elite Gurkhas take a step forward. The position changed hands several times. Every time the Japanese army lost its position, they would organize death squads to take it back. The entire position was a scorched earth.

, the trenches were almost flattened by the bombing, but they were still carrying on.

"The face is not exposed, but the butt is exposed." Looking at Sun Xing walking away, Li Xiao muttered helplessly.

Another fleet arrived in the distance, the beach was full of joy, and there were supplies again.

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"I don't care how many people are killed by whatever method you use, I just want you to clear the Ghat Pass." Wu Sangui's face was as ferocious as that of a kid, and he pointed at Wu Laohei with an unshaven beard and shouted loudly.

"We have lost too many men on Ceylon Island, and now...!" Wu Laohei had no choice. Because he was eager to withdraw from Ceylon Island to support Bombay, more than 20,000 Indian troops were held back by Li Hu. In the end, the main force

Although they evacuated, more than 20,000 people were killed by Li Hu.

"Say it again, I don't care how many people you die, I want you to open the way back to Mumbai, do you hear me?" Wu Sangui's eyes were red, and Wu Laohei was so frightened that he quickly agreed. He ran out of the temporary headquarters and commanded

The troops launched their fiercest attack on the ghats.

Wu Sangui was pacing back and forth in the tent, like a ferocious beast trapped in a cage. Anyone who dares to mess with him now will definitely be torn to pieces by his anger.

The fighting on Ceylon Island was going well, and even Wu Sangui had seen that Li Hu was at the end of his battle. The supply ships on the sea were also badly burned. If he worked harder, he would definitely be able to annihilate Li Hu. If he could kill Li Hu

If the tiger catches it, it will be a great victory.

No one expected that when Wu Sangui was preparing for a large-scale attack, bad news suddenly came. Li Xiao actually led his fleet to the sea off Mumbai without anyone noticing. Now he uses the huge main gun on the ship to bombard Mumbai every day.

Within the city.

A three-hundred-millimeter cannon! Even a single hit can create a large crater ten meters deep, not to mention the casualties caused by the explosion. George's letter said that he had organized all the forces to defend the city. But he was afraid

It couldn't be defended. After all, when Wu Sangui went to fight the Battle of Ceylon, he had already taken away too many troops. Now there are less than 20,000 elite troops in Bombay.

Mumbai is a large city with a population of more than two million. It is guarded by less than 20,000 regular troops. If it does not receive support, it will fall within a few days.

The whole of India has been lost, and Bombay cannot be lost. Because it is too important. All the experts invited from Oxford and Cambridge are in Bombay. All of India's most advanced scientific research results are in Bombay.

It accounts for 30% of the steel production, is the largest shipyard, has countless factories and more than two million citizens. In ten years of development, Mumbai has almost become a more advanced city than London. Without Mumbai, Wu Sangui would have no basis for his career.

The indigenous states in India are eager to see Wu Sangui’s jokes. Anyway, these states have surrendered to countless people over the years. There are Huns, Turks, Mongols, and Germans...! The entire history of India is actually one

The history of division. It was the British who reluctantly kneaded them together.

If Wu Sangui falls, they can return to their original situation of many small states. Each local emperor is doing well, and maybe someone will have a secret conspiracy with Li Xiao at this time. Be prepared to proactively lead the way!

Mumbai cannot afford to lose. Losing Wu Sangui from Mumbai means losing everything.

"Li Xiao! What a trick!" Wu Sangui hit the table so hard that the tea bowl jumped up and the black tea inside spilled all over the table.

"Come on! Come on for me. Anyone who dares to take a step back will be shot to death!" Wu Sangui was anxious, and Wu Laohei was even more anxious.

Following Wu Sangui all the way to Tibet, he was chased like a dog at first. Wu Laohei thought about running away secretly several times. But in the end, he made the right bet. Wu Sangui occupied India and followed Wu Sangui life and death.

Each of these people has begun to take power. On weekdays, there are only five or six upper-class people in Bombay. They eat well and drink spicy food, which makes them feel uncomfortable. Xinna's concubine and the property purchased over the years are all in Bombay.

If you can't go back, then you'll lose everything.

Even at such an old age, he still had to wander around with Wu Sangui. Wu Laohei felt that death would be better than that.

With the sword in his hand thrust into the ground, the supervising team aimed their guns at the dark holes. If anyone dared to run back, they would be shot immediately without asking for permission.

Momotaro tied his shoulder hard with a bandage, and was bitten hard by a bullet. Fortunately, the bullet did not hit the bones in the body, but only penetrated the shoulder. He couldn't use his left arm at all, and now he can't even scratch it.

It takes a lot of effort to make a rice ball.

Originally, his injuries were enough to be sent to the wounded camp and taken to Singapore by boat for treatment. But for the sake of his younger brother Momojiro, he still endured staying. Without his care, he was afraid that this timid and cowardly younger brother would survive.

Only two days.

There are only three rice balls per person per day, and there are people who are going crazy with hunger on the battlefield and are starting to hunt for corpses. Every night, not only rats, foxes, and wolves are looking for food in front of the camp, but some of them have green eyes from hunger.

people.

Last night, he saw with his own eyes that the sergeant got a piece of meat back from nowhere, roasted it on the fire until it was half-cooked, and then started to chew it. The outer layer of skin was cooked, but the meat inside was still dripping with blood.

Crows, which represent death, circle in the sky in groups, and the sound of "croaking" and "croaking" is so loud that it hurts the eardrums. After one group of crows has eaten, another group of crows will come over to eat. Every time a group of crows fly, the sky will change.

It was dark for a while. I had only heard of blocking the sky and the sun before, but now I finally saw what it means to truly block the sky and the sun.

During each battle, in addition to receiving additional ammunition, I watched how these crows devoured the corpses of the Indians and my own people.

"Brother! You can eat, I'm not hungry yet." Momotaro stuffed half of the rice ball back to Momotaro.

"I have eaten. I repelled the Indian attack this morning. The sergeant rewarded me with a rice ball. I ate it even though I was hungry and didn't leave any portion for you!" Momotaro didn't take the rice ball, but pushed it back to him.

younger brother.

"Really?" Momojiro's eyes widened. He didn't believe that his elder brother would eat it secretly. But the taste of the rice balls was really tempting, and his stomach felt like a fire was burning. He broke his leg before and felt pain, but this time

The feeling of hunger is really uncomfortable.

"Really, when did my brother lie to you...!" Before Momotaro could finish speaking, Momotjiro had already stuffed the rice ball into his mouth in two or two mouths and swallowed it without chewing it almost.

Momotaro grabbed a handful of grass and stuffed it into his mouth. The branches and leaves of the grass stems were so damn bitter. Momotaro had never eaten anything more bitter. It was good to have grass to eat. Many places on the battlefield had become bare, just a weed.

None.

"Brother! How long is the war going to last? I'm not talking about being well fed and clothed with Marshal Li, but why are there only three rice dumplings a day now?" With something in his stomach, Momojiro felt better and better.

"It's almost here! As long as the supply ship arrives, we will have food to eat. I followed Marshal Li before, but I have never experienced such hardship. The Heavenly Kingdom can really make us suffer. Just watch, we will return home this time and reward you with money.

It will definitely be very rich. If you come out this time, your family's debts can be paid off, and we can live a good life by farming hard from now on." Momotaro held the gun and ate grass while looking forward to a bright future.

Buy dozens of acres of paddy fields and marry a virtuous wife. She must have a big butt. Chinese people say that a big butt is good for fertility. It is best to be a girl from Hokkaido. Not only is she hot-tempered but she can also work. As long as she works hard, her life will be better.

passable.

"Brother, can we go back alive? There are already a lot fewer people around us. Kojiro, Nimachime, yesterday I heard that Hatamoto-sama was also killed by a cannonball. And...!"

"Don't be afraid! We are carrying this with us. The high priest said that Amaterasu will bless us." Momotaro recovered from his fantasy and touched the amulet hanging around his neck.

Before going out, I went to Shengong to ask the great priest to bless me.

These days there is a lot of artillery fire, and half of the people in Xiaoqi where he is are dead. But he is only slightly injured, and his brother is not even injured. I have to say, this is simply a miracle.

As soon as I put the amulet in my pocket, the explosion of an artillery shell rang out not far away. I habitually threw my body on the ground and crawled into the shell-proof hole. The big pile of soil rained down from the sky.

Come down.

An unknown rock or shrapnel hit his waist. The pain was so painful that Momotaro could hardly crawl. It was Momotaro who took his brother's hand and dragged Momotaro into the shell-proof hole.

The shell-proof hole was very small, and Momojiro pulled a wooden board to block the entrance. Although he knew it would be useless in the face of shell shrapnel, he still held on tightly. At least this way, he felt psychologically safer.

It can be seen from the shells that the Indians are about to run out of ammunition and food. At the beginning, the shells from the heavy rocket launchers were raining down. At that time, I could only hide in deep holes and pray in my heart not to be hit by rocket shells.

Direct hit.

He saw a bunker that was hit directly, a large pit more than ten meters deep. There were no bones left of more than thirty people hiding inside. Momotaro only found a white ear on the edge of the pit. He didn't know whose it belonged to.

But now, the only ones that were hit were light rocket launchers and mortar shells. So everyone didn't have to go back to the bunker to avoid the bombardment, they just needed to stay in the bombproof hole. A burst of artillery fire wouldn't actually kill a few people.

Everyone joked that the person who was killed in the bombing must have watched Shanwei take a bath.

The shells exploded on the top of his head and stopped after a while. Momotaro threw away the wooden cover, grabbed the gun and dragged Momotaro out of the hole. At this time, he had to seize the fighting position. If he didn't appear in the fighting position in time, he said

There might be one less rice ball tomorrow. The sergeant would go crazy and he would never let go of the opportunity to deprive the soldiers of their rice balls.
To be continued...