"Bang!"

Johannes shot down a volunteer with a spear. He and Brink had left the fortifications, and only two of the four Dutch soldiers in the fortifications survived.

Johannes hid behind a large tree, and Brink stood guard behind a nearby tree, both of them reloading their ammunition with all their might.

"Bang! Bang! ”

Dense gunfire was heard in the night, and the shouts of the Chinese mixed with the explosion of grenades almost obliterated the front line of the Dutch army.

Fairberg led his troops outside the village of Jialuo, but because of time problems, he did not attack immediately, but chose to set up camp. But I didn't want to, it was the Chinese who launched the night attack first.

The vigorous figures of the volunteers in the spark kept passing in front of the two of them, and the two men no longer dared to shoot, or even dare to show their heads, and nervously hid behind the big trees, praying to their gods, praying that their gods would bless them from this catastrophe.

"Ah......h

"Marko?" Feerberg recognized the man as the company commander he had placed at the forefront, his most trusted old subordinate.

This man was shot in the shoulder by a sniper in the night, and the ghost does not know what happened to the more than 100 Dutch soldiers under his command. Markle screamed and collapsed in his chair. "Oh, shit. Major, I'm wounded, I'm wounded......"

"Damn Chinese, damn Chinese......," Marco cursed incessantly.

Felborg's face darkened, "The Chinese should die, and you should die too." You lost your men. ”

He shouted angrily, Marco had a whole company under him, it was more than a hundred.

"No, it's not. Luther was still commanding at the front. I was shot, and as you can see, Luther arranged for them to send me to the rear. "The soldiers of the East India Company, although not real troops, were theoretically mercenaries, but they were also highly distinguished, and there were courts that could throw people who had caused heavy damage to the company to prison, or even more severe punishments.

Just like the original time and space surrendered to Zheng Chenggong, after returning to Batavia, he was immediately tried for his actions and sentenced to life imprisonment by the court. He was placed under house arrest in the Banda Islands, where he served more than 10 years in prison, but his family paid bail and was pardoned by Prince William before he was able to return to the Netherlands alive.

"Shoot, shoot. Kill these Chinese......" Fear gripped Luther's heart, and he screamed and urged his soldiers.

There are too many Chinese, and there are figures in the dark night, and he looks like a Chinese now. Seventy or eighty Dutch soldiers huddled in a group, occupying the top of a small mound. There were Chinese shouts of killing everywhere below, and the flames of the explosion could always reflect the figure of the night attack volunteer with a knife and gun grenade, but he did not dare to lead people to attack down.

"Tell Ma Yuebi and Shu Maika to get ready, and when the artillery bombardment is over, they will kill together! Order all the soldiers to be ready, and when the shelling is over, they will immediately line up their guns and shoot them, and then draw their swords! Felborg yelled loudly.

At a time when bayonets were not yet popular in European military circles, it was not uncommon for musketeers to be accompanied by pikemen and swords at their waists.

Look at Alexandre Dumas's "The Three Musketeers", which is set in the time of Louis XIII, and it is at this time that the soldiers of the French king's guard rely on their swords to speak.

The Dutch soldiers reacted quickly, they were well-trained mercenaries, professional soldiers. Even if they panic in the face of a sneak attack at night, they will not run or retreat in the face of the enemy rushing towards them.

What's more, these people still have a great psychological advantage over the volunteers in the south of the island.

The Dutch spent twenty-two years in the south of the island, with the establishment of the castle of Geranza as the dividing line, and the previous dominance was very weak, but in the last ten years it has been very strong.

Although the European civilization at this time had not yet defeated the Eastern civilization, even the early Europeans still regarded the Chinese as separate from the natives of the South Seas, because in addition to the skin of the Lingnan people in China, the skin of the Lingnan people was still quite fair, which was very different from the natives of the South Seas and the Indians of the Americas.

However, it has become a common practice for the Dutch to exert power over the heads of the Han people in the south of the island, so that they have a huge psychological advantage. Just like the Jianlu outside the Guanguan to the Ming army, absolute pride, and discrimination and contempt for the Han people, like a spine made of steel, supported their belief in victory.

They will not be as frightened as the aborigines on both sides of the camp, the Chinese have broken through the defensive line of the front and are about to enter the center, and the aboriginal camps on both sides want to hear or see. Felberg was even more contemptuous of them.

When Verfelberg led his own guard troops to rush out of the headquarters, the main force of the coalition army, the Dutch soldiers of more than 500 meters, let out a huge cheer.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

After the bombardment of several small cannons, the crackling platoon of guns suppressed the shouts of the night attack volunteers.

"Kill, ......" Holding the command knife in his own hand, Feelberg led the Dutch soldiers straight out.

The "overwhelming" of the volunteers was quickly contained. They failed to break the Dutch in one fell swoop. Feerberg's reaction was quick.

When the sound of cannons and the sound of a neat platoon of guns rang out, it meant that the Dutch soldiers who had been attacked had overcome the initial panic and had now returned to their most basic order.

On the mound in the distance, Guo Huaiyi's expression dimmed the moment he heard the sound of a volley of guns.

And just as he had confirmed, the dutch shouts rang out in the dark night sky immediately after the gunshots, followed by the cries of the natives on both sides, and the night raid was clearly over.

Hundreds of Dutch soldiers gathered around Fairberg, spears and sabers, strangled with the rushing volunteers.

They were physically strong, and the aboriginal foil that kept pouring out on both sides still repelled the volunteers step by step in the constant sound of explosions.

Brink died, and Johannes fled from behind the tree. Then he fired his gun farther away at the figure in the night.

Felberg was a brave man, jumping in front of his opponent with an arrow, his strong body was extremely explosive, and the saber in his hand stabbed into the body of the island volunteer who had just killed a Dutch soldier. With another twist, he avoided a bamboo spear stabbed in the diagonal ground, drew his saber, and slashed at the head of the owner of the bamboo spear with his backhand.

In the close-range white-knuckle fight, except for a few of the volunteers in the south of the island, the rest of them were not the opponents of the tall Dutch soldiers at all, they were professional soldiers. Not to mention that there are also grenadiers among them, professional grenadiers.

The battle lasted more than half an hour, and when the last few volunteers who surrendered were stabbed to death with bayonets by the Dutch, the battlefield was quiet. Felberg patrolled the battlefield, bounded by the original forward line of defense, which was littered with bloody corpses, corpses and pillows, Han Chinese, aborigines, and a few stiffened Dutch soldiers.

Stumps and severed arms were everywhere, and the bamboo spears that pierced the bodies were still on the corpses of Dutch soldiers, straight up to the sky. The sandbags were covered with blood, flesh and brains.

Early in the morning, the sun rises. Felborg was given an exact report of the battle damage. The Dutch soldiers lost more than 100 casualties in the night attack, and the overall casualties were more than 300 including the Turkish-Han-Black coalition forces. In other words, in this night, he lost 10% of his soldiers.

The volunteers of the south of the island also paid the price of blood. There were three or four hundred corpses of soldiers left on the battlefield. But does Feerberg need this data? Even the lives of 10,000 volunteer soldiers can't be exchanged for the lives of his soldiers!

He had just led people to kill in front of Jialuo Village, and the official war had not yet begun, so the losses were so big.

Looking at it now, this Guo Huaiyi is not a soft persimmon that is easy to handle.

Felborg suddenly had a bad feeling about his future fate.