Undistant machine-gun bullets and shells, covering four buildings, an infantry company and a platoon of firepower, could not have completely suppressed the British defenses.

But the sound of guns made the frightened British soldiers all afraid to shoot, because there was a very terrible gunman opposite, and the guns were aimed at the head.

Across the street, two dozen red police soldiers were divided into four batches, and they rushed into the four small buildings, and Lu Zhen, as the company commander, did not stay behind this time, because he would serve as the attack pioneer of the entire Marine Regiment and tear the British defense of this block.

This attack is no longer a living force to kill the enemy, but mainly to capture control.

Most importantly, Lu Yu himself liked to fight on the front line, the first to rush across the street, quickly overturned, flexible from the blown open window into the floor of the building.

Inside the house, two British soldiers hiding behind the sofa, rushed to shoot at the dark shadow, probably too panicked, almost at the same time the gunshots, all from the top of the rut, tumbling down is a crouching posture, raising two guns, just shot two British soldiers, too late to hide, has been dead to the ground.

The dilapidated sofa, covered with bullet holes, and inside the house, had already laid down a dozen corpses, which was the result of a round of competition.

The soldiers at the back rushed in in succession, and skillfully alternately covered, rushing up the stairs to the second floor.

Lu Yu did not follow the soldiers upstairs, but waved to the street opposite behind him, and a large group of soldiers rushed across the street.

One of the communicators carrying the radio station ran to Lu Xian's side for the first time, and Lu Zhen quickly grabbed the radio station's communicator and shouted, "The seal calls the shark."

"The shark receives it, please."

“The seals have reached their intended attack location and please cover the area of 271.”

On the sea four kilometres away, on the cruiser number 247, the communications officer of the War Centre immediately replied, "Received, and began shelling a minute later."

The fire control commander ordered the fire preparation for the first time, and all the mortar coordinates of Sri Lanka were numbered with numbers, and each soldier was familiar with the area number in order to avoid the shelling had called for artillery support.

On the cruiser, the gun, which had only half an hour to rest, raised its barrel again, and a minute later the shelling began on time.

The heavy cannon shells that fell densely on the target street, and the civilians in many of the houses in the city were once again frightened to embrace together.

The British in Area 271, after adding an infantry battalion, wanted to organize another counter-offensive, and as a result, the dense shells had fallen, exploded in smoke, and covered several nearby streets.

Several broken buildings were hit by shells in the shaky crumbling, the explosion broke the last support of the house, the diffuse smoke, the houses suddenly sank, the dust accompanied by smoke, several British soldiers hiding inside, do not know whether it was killed or crushed to death.

The rumbling fire came quickly and did not end slowly, but when the surviving British soldiers shook the dust and straighten the steel helmet, they saw the enemy who had attacked in front of them.

A British soldier hiding in the corner of the ruins, hastily aimed at the enemy who was attacking along the street, quickly pulled the trigger, and clearly saw the enemy falling to the ground, but did not wait for him to pull the bolt again, and a bullet penetrated his helmet.

Another British soldier on the edge, too late to think, climbed over quickly, grabbed his rifle, pulled the hydrant and aimed quickly at the street, a soldier wearing a red cross armband, was giving first aid to the wounded man who had just been hit.

The pull-up, the land wedge that was about to rush in from the side, and fired a shot at the back of the British soldier, the bullet of the pistol at close range, easily penetrated the soldier's reserve, and shot through the heart.

On the street, the medical soldiers quickly blew up the wounded soldier, carrying a single back, carrying the soldier who was shot in the abdomen to the rear, and on the sea, a comprehensive medical ship, had perfect equipment to provide timely treatment for the wounded.

British soldiers on the streets also fought back from the ruins of the explosion, and there were four gunshots.

Especially behind the clumps of crumbling houses across the street, surrounded by semi-collapsed houses, were scattered building fragments, British soldiers sheltering here, all carefully hidden behind the wreckage, shooting back.

The soldiers in the attack had to stagnate, hiding on both sides of the street, at a distance of tens of meters, and firing at the British soldiers.

However, this lasted less than three minutes, and a mortar support group arrived in time, and in the recoil of the rocky recoil, the sixty mortars were quickly mounted, and the shells slid into the barrel, and the fuse at the tail of the shells touched the base of the mortars, and the excitation shells fell on the British position.

The explosion again left the ruins dusty, and the shells fell right on the side of a British soldier lying behind the ruins, blowing out the mortar just around his waist, almost tearing his body, flying out of the body, and dragging his intestines to the ground.

The broken body fell on the edge of a colonial army soldier not far away, the British soldier who was not completely out of breath, looked at the side of the already pale colonial army soldier, stretched out his arm to try to catch him, a face under the smoke of the mouth, the constant bleeding bubble, it seems to be saying, save me!

However, the arms that had just stretched out immediately fell down, the look in the eyes dissipated, and the lips did not move.

The colonial soldier, whose trousers had already been wet, was trembling with one hand holding the rifle, trembling, and the other hand trembling, helped the dead British soldier to tuck those intestines back into his stomach, but the blown-up belly, no matter how hard he tried, could not put all the intestines back.

To this end, he even threw away the rifle in his hand, and his hands were soon covered with blood.

The sound of explosions on the side continued, and he did not care at all until the cold muzzle was on his head, and the somewhat dark colonial soldier raised his head and trembled, saying, "Can you help him put things back?"He cannot rest in peace.”

Standing in front of him, he slowly removed his pistol, showed him a large white tooth, and smiled and said, "No problem."

He also could not bear the blood of his hands, and thanked him: “Thank you.”