The Yuandou set sail on time at 3 p.m., and because the wind was not in the right direction, the ship circled around the sea until the evening was at high tide, when it washed ashore from a pre-selected lagoon on the shore of Qigu Beach.

The gangplank was lowered, and the marines, whose faces were painted with blue, purple and black oil paint, disembarked first, and they did not go out to reconnoiter - there were drones overhead, and there were no natives within a radius of several kilometers.

The straight-line distance between the Qigu area and Dayuan is only 15 kilometers, and the middle is a flat coastal area, which is completely within the communication range of the Dayuan telecommunications company, so the officers can contact the merchant hall at any time, whether it is a mobile phone or a walkie-talkie.

After eating a supper of venison on the Yuandou, the soldiers of the 1st Battalion took advantage of the last rays of the setting sun to walk down the gangplank, the power of the sandalwood sticks making them quiet and fast, without the noise that the motley troops would inevitably have.

Some soldiers will have a basket with a baggage inside. Led by paint-stained soldiers, the team took a short break on a dry, fine sand ground around a wetland teeming with waterfowl.

After checking the equipment and queue, the team was pulled. There was no rhetorical mobilization, and the natives did not understand it. They just need to know that this time they are going to trouble Madou and Xiao Yuanren, and that is enough, the two sides have been fighting for countless years - the grudge is deep.

Once the team was gone, everything went into a familiar process: tall soldiers with red light sources on their backs, and Marines popping up from the vegetation next to them, their faces covered in war paints, wearing strange ornaments (night vision goggles) on their heads or shoulders, and giving short commands to guide the team.

Armed with AK rifles equipped with Pikani rails and tactical flashlights, the airtight officers are responsible for maintaining the formation of the team and dealing with emergencies. All in all, there are no special emergencies to deal with, and the drones overhead have helped remove the biggest risk: people.

From the coast to the largest village of Jiaxi in Xiaoyuanshe, the distance is 10 kilometers in a straight line. The most difficult of these is the first 8 kilometres: there are large wetlands to detour.

The team set off at 7 p.m., slowed down, and slowly bypassed all the danger areas, including a small village in Xiao Yuanshe, according to the route that had been reconnoitred in advance, and under the starry sky. During this period, the team took three breaks until 4 o'clock in the morning before arriving at a bamboo forest less than 1 kilometer away from Jiaxi Village.

As soon as Han Xiaobo arrived at the ground, he didn't care about the placement of soldiers, and hurriedly talked to Qian Tieshan, who had already been ambushed at the entrance of the indigenous village, on a walkie-talkie.

After confirming that there was no change in the target village, Han Xiaobo took out his mobile phone and hung up a phone call to Wang Xiaohui, who was waiting for news from the merchant hall: "Let's go, the sneak attack here has been successful, and the tiger is ......."

Wang Xiaohui scolded with a smile, and then hung up the phone. He is now at the Chihkan military camp and is about to set off. There was a commotion in the barracks, and there were 400 natives and some Ming temporary workers gathered in it, and this motley force no longer needed to be hidden, and if you set off by boat now, you could reach Jiaxi Village at about noon.

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If it's daytime, you can see Jiaxi Village directly through the bamboo forest where the temporary camp rests. However, it was night, and there was no line of sight through the bamboo forest, so all the soldiers were ordered to rest on the spot and wait for dawn.

The soldiers sat on the ground, gasping for air. Thanks to the training some time ago, tonight's operation was quite smooth, and the actual walking distance of the soldiers was more than 20 miles, which was not easy, compared to the dozen or so wounded people lying on the stretcher.

The folding stretcher prepared in advance was almost all used today, which will start to rest, Dong Qiang, who was a guest military doctor, was tired and half dead despite himself, and began to treat the wounds of the wounded.

The only tent in the team was set up, Dong Qiang took the apprentices he personally trained into the tent, and then turned on two camping lights inside: without the tent to cover it, the mosquitoes in the wild would fly to the light source overwhelmingly, and there was no way to treat the wounds.

The wounded could not be stuffed into the tent, but fortunately most of the wounds were on the feet, and it was fine to stuff them into the tent below the calf. Dong Qiang instructed the apprentice to use scissors to cut off the foreign body that pierced the wounded's foot, and then use tweezers to debride and disinfect, and the final suture was done by Dong Qiang himself, and he was busy until the sky was slightly shining, and all the wounded were treated.

At this time, there was no need to be cautious, and the soldiers of the first battalion of the temporary battalion, who had finished eating the cold rice balls, lined up in two columns in the low voice of the password, stepped on the path that the indigenous people stepped out of their daily lives, and walked towards Jiaxi Village. At the same time, there was a lot of commotion on the Chihkan wharf, and Wang Xiaohui and some of the crossing people were trying to catch the temporary workers onto the boat.

And an indigenous soldier who was on night duty in Jiaxi Village also walked out of the village at this time and came over in the direction of the troops.

This soldier on duty was a little confused from the second half of the night. Because from the fence at the head of the village, a glimmer of red or white light could occasionally be seen in the darkness in the distance. It was a novelty to him, the warrior had never seen a cold light or a tactical flashlight, so the concept of "strangers approaching" didn't come to his mind at all.

In the morning, when it was dawn, he walked this way with curiosity to see what he could find. He didn't go far and his curiosity was satisfied—a large group of men and horses were walking around the bamboo forest towards the village in the fog, and these strangers, all dressed in strange clothes, were now approaching like demons from afar in the eyes of the warriors.

Instinctive fear enveloped the warrior at this moment, and he turned around deftly and ran towards the village, but before he could accelerate, from the cycad tree on the side of the path, which was less than 5 meters away, stretched out a colorful arm, and the silencer-equipped P226 pistol immediately fired, and the soldier was knocked to the ground by three consecutive shots, one of which hit the head, so his dying screams could not be released.

It was bright and the natives on the wall were shouting. At this time, Han Xiaobo, who was standing outside the village, had no scruples, and according to the topographic map of the village that had been reconnoitred in advance, he swaggered and began to command the troops to divide the troops, block the front and rear doors, and start catching turtles in the urn.

Jiaxi Village has a population of at least 800, which is nothing in later generations, and it is the largest village in Xiaoyuan Society. The entire village is tightly encased in a wooden fence and a perimeter of thorny shrubs, and is only accessible by two roads, the front and back gates.

In history, there has never been a situation where a large number of soldiers were blocked in the village, even if the Dutch gathered thousands of men and horses to kill them, the natives of that kind of noisy posture could have known for a long time, so the atmosphere in Jiaxi Village was a little flustered at the moment, and many people stood on the wall and watched.