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The midday sun is blazing hot, and the temperature has reached its highest point.

Every soldier in the vanguard battalion of the entire fifth regiment was panting and sweating. Even though they were already moving as lightly as possible, they still couldn't move fast.

Borneo is crossing the equator, and the rainforest is suffocating with its humid and sultry atmosphere. You know, except for some indigenous people living in the dense forest, even when the local Chinese are fine, they will not burrow into the rainforest. And today's temperature is so high, although the hot sun can't penetrate the lush foliage above the rainforest, it also makes the temperature in the space under the foliage continue to rise, and as if a cover is covered, the heat makes people faint.

The entire fifth regiment had to pass through the rainforest, just like when Yang Liu's squad attacked Sarawak, and killed the rear of the Dutch and Indian armies and killed the supply depots of the Dutch and Indian armies. It was a long distance, and they marched much longer to get around some of the dangers.

Wei Changjun personally led the team in this battle, and he had been in the dense forest for three days, and the water source he was carrying was almost exhausted. In order to prevent diseases, the water in the rainforest can not be used.

Far from the rear bases, if there is a large-scale epidemic in the assault team, the team is finished.

Three or four hundred miles of land relied on a pair of soldiers' feet to move. The entire fifth regiment went into battle lightly this time, and did not even bring a single mortar cannon. The most powerful weapons are explosives and medicine packs!

"Quick, quick. All keep up, all keep up—" Wei Changjun stood on a tree stump next to him. Shouting at the exhausted soldiers. Sweat left on his forehead and neck, and the stinging skin ached. Wei Changjun kept wiping the sweat on his face and neck with his hands.

Under the long journey. The body is extremely expensive, but it still needs to be insisted on at the moment. Wei Changjun must also hold on! This is an opportunity. It was a chance for him to be reborn. Even if he dies, he will hold on.

"Brothers, work hard, Rab is ahead, and we're going to get there!" Wei Changjun continued to encourage him verbally, and now he can only do this. Although Narab is a day away from his current position.

There was only one thought left in the minds of all the soldiers, and that was - forward, and forward. Be sure to rush to your destination as soon as you can, and you can sleep comfortably wherever you go. You can drink water happily.

……

Benga.

"Hooray, hooray, hooray—"

Another reinforcement arrived, and the defenders in the city cheered happily, and the sound of joy resounded throughout the Benga Studios, and also drifted far away to the position of the Dutch and Indian army.

"What are the rebels on the other side shouting? Cheers again? Major General of the Dutch and Indian Army, Hittel, frowned and asked Lin Congee Tang beside him.

"Your Excellency, the rebels are shouting long live." Lin Congee Tang's face stiffened slightly, it was obvious that there was good news on the part of the defenders, so the defenders shouted excitedly.

"Ordered artillery shelling. Let the roar of the cannon group be our answer-" Hittel's reaction was very much to cheer up the traitor Lin Congee Tang. Orders were given to the troops.

"Yes, Your Excellency. I would love to convey this order to you! One of the attendants next to him immediately shouted excitedly. It was evident that this order from Hitter lifted him up.

"Soldiers, use our artillery to do our answers. Sue the yellow-skinned monkeys on the other side and tell them to shut up—"

……

A new day is coming, a wide battlefield. More than two thousand white soldiers and several times as many indigenous soldiers stood in formation.

The muzzles of a row of cannons are facing the Benga Studios. The bustling town of the past has long since been reduced to ruins, but it is in the ruins. The figures of the defenders haunted from time to time, and sporadic cold light shone among the rubble.

"Tom Tom ......"

"Boom ......"

Thirty cannons roared. Cannonballs fell one by one in the ruined Benga Studio. The unstoppable blast of the blast,

Wave after wave of rubble was rolled up and sent into the sky. From time to time, there are unlucky soldiers who are hit by cannonballs, and naturally the flesh and blood fly in an instant.

The defenders also had artillery flotilla, but there were not many of them, and the shells were more limited. It is necessary to exert force at critical moments. So many times, the defenders of this front line are completely without artillery to help. More than 8,000 Dutch and Indian soldiers could not take advantage of the ruins of the Benga Studios. The Chinese army's will to fight is generally stronger than that of the Dutch and Indian army, not to mention that the Chinese army still has a hand grenade in its hand.

But when the thirty cannons roared, no matter how brave the Chinese soldiers were, they could only lie on the ground obediently. The Dutch-Indian army with artillery is a tiger with wings.

After the shelling, accompanied by the sound of attack, a group of indigenous soldiers launched the attack first.

"Aim at the Dutch officers, shoot them one at a time, knock them out ......"

There are not many snipers in the Benga Studios, and there are only ten of them. But these days, the Chinese army has also selected a group of sharpshooters from within. After the shelling stopped, the group of people had now all entered the various positions.

The skullers of this group of sharpshooters are certainly not as good as the genuine snipers, but their literacy is not necessarily lower than that of the European hunters of the same era. And the current Banga Cinema is in ruins, but it is just here to cover them. In the midst of the ruins and ruins, snipers and sharpshooters are really like fish in water.

Dutch officers among the indigenous soldiers fell one after another. The gunshots rang out from the opposite side sporadically, but the accuracy was amazing.

The Dutch reacted quickly, and there were hunters opposite.

But the pace of the offensive does not stop, but rapidly accelerates. Rush forward, and the chasseurs will be useless.

"Rush—" Thousands of native soldiers shouted and rushed forward.

These things, which were used to being dogs under the Dutch, were afraid of the Dutch and the whites in their bones. But for the Chinese, it is regarded as fat to be slaughtered. Not only is he not afraid, but he is extremely vicious. So these indigenous soldiers got the order. He howled wickedly and rushed forward with his rifle with a good bayonet.

Those prisoners of war who had been taken in the previous war, the Dutch kept them in solitary confinement, which was a weight for the future. Indigenous soldiers were thrown straight into the pits, and all of them spent the rest of their lives in dangerous, toiling, and filthy pits. Whether it is Liang Luyi or Wei Changjun, who has a signal from Tainan, he never thought of letting these natives live.

"Get closer, kill them all—" one officer shouted half-up. Hundreds of figures swayed in the ruins, Chinese soldiers wearing only simple single clothes, not even uniform clothing. Holding the rifle in his hand, holding the knife and gun in his hand, his eyes stared viciously at the rushing natives.

The gunfire was as dense as fried beans, and the natives in the charge fell one by one, and the group of natives who were still like vicious dogs immediately turned into a flock of frightened birds, turning around and fleeing backwards. But behind them stood two companies of Dutch soldiers, one by one pointing their guns at them, telling the native soldiers what to do.

The muzzle of a white man's gun is obviously more intimidating than the bullets of the Chinese army. The indigenous soldiers who turned around and fled once again made a big turn of direction and rushed towards the Benga Studios again. Some of them also threw away their rifles and pulled out machetes from their waists. Wielded machete. Hard-pressed against the bullets fired from the musket, and rushed to kill without killing.

The natives have cold weapons, how come the Chinese don't love to use swords in hand-to-hand combat? In this era, it was common for the Chinese in Nanyang to practice martial arts.

The bright sword slashed out the dark light of the dead ground, accompanied by the sound of gunfire. The soldiers on both sides kept falling.

War is like a life-devouring beast, the battlefield is full of anger and heroism, and there is a determination and hope that the enemy has lost in the roaring shouts of the Chinese army.

"Chinese. Damn it......" Hittel's eyes flashed with hatred.

The fighting on the battlefield is calming down. Not half of the natives who attacked were left. They were in complete collapse. "Fire, fire—" Hitter commanded mercilessly.

Now Hitter has thoroughly trusted the judgment of the commander, Lieutenant General Kuyt. They need reinforcements. At least five thousand indigenous soldiers, they need shells. Countless shells to destroy the faith of the enemy to resist.

Otherwise, they will definitely not see the shadow of Pontianak. The purely attritional style of play was unacceptable to Hittel. Even if those indigenous soldiers were cannon fodder, they would not have been consumed in this way.

"Bang Bang-" The raindrops of gunfire, and the brave and fierce Chinese soldiers, Hitter's next two tentative attacks on this day hit the wall one after another.

"Keep bombarding—"

For the Chinese army hidden in the ruins, Hitter really couldn't think of any good way except to bombard.

"Your Excellency Commander, can we bypass the Banga Film City and attack Dongwanjin directly?"

In the evening, after a sumptuous dinner at the headquarters of the Dutch and Indian armies, Hitter discussed the war with his commander, Lieutenant General Kuyt.

Hitter pointed to the location of East Wanjin on the map and compared the distance from Bangkaying to East Wanjin, a little more than 100 kilometers, a maximum of three days.

"What about the transport lines, the supply of military supplies? Dear Major General? Kuyt asked, holding his glass. In Kuyt's eyes, this was nothing more than passivity and evasion caused by Hitter's failed attack on the Benga Studios.

"Your Excellency, Commander, how many troops do you think the rebels have amassed in Benga Studios? Three thousand, five thousand? Or is it more? ”

"The intelligence Charles has given us indicates that the rebels are no more than 10,000 men. They must have heavily garrisoned Pontianak and Gaoping, because those two places are directly threatened by us. But what about Higashimanjin? This city is in the hinterland of Lan Fang's territory, how many troops will there be there? ”

"I don't think the rebels have the strength to deploy too many troops in that place. There will probably not be even a thousand people there. Maybe only one battalion of what they called, more than three hundred people? Spread his hands, Hittel was as good as he could in charge of Kuyt.

What he said is not unreasonable. But Kuyt was also accurate, and Hitter really had a tricky sense of dodging the Benga Studios.

"But Hittel, have you noticed the river?" A large river that runs along the river from Pontianak to East Manjin. "Are you sure you can move faster than the rebels? Although the river is going to hit a big bay! (A pie-in-the-sky event, cool phones are waiting for you!) Follow from ~ point / official account (WeChat add friends - add official account - enter dd), participate now! Everyone has a prize, now pay attention to the dd WeChat public account! (To be continued......)