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The number of indigenous soldiers who arrived in Dong Wanlu in the early stage was only about 200, which gave rise to the Dutch mercenaries stationed in the stronghold of Dong Wanlu to annihilate this group of mobs who dared to build positions outside the range of their artillery attacks on the periphery of Dong Wanlu.

The commander who led this group of indigenous soldiers was completely in accordance with the construction of positions, foxholes, machine-gun positions that constituted crossfire, and he did not fall either.

So when the Dutch came out of the thick stone fortifications of the stronghold with their bronze infantry guns with impressive range, they were immediately met with a head-on attack. The range of the infantry cannons used by the mercenaries of the East India Company was not much longer than that of the bronze cannons of the Napoleonic era, and it was reasonable that the use of this infantry cannon, which was still using black powder, was indeed more than enough against their main opponents in the past.

But after leaving the fortifications with the Dutch, they were not faced with the local mob they had previously estimated, and the opponent's four imitation M1917 water-cooled heavy machine guns using smokeless powder bullets had an effective range of 900 meters, and the Dutchman's artillery could not even push their own infantry guns into range before they collapsed.

Seeing that their artillery was suffering casualties, the Dutch did not immediately choose to retreat to the fortifications, and they also wanted to take advantage of their numerical superiority to attack the "mobs" in front. This time they came out with about a thousand infantry, five times the number of the other side, and there was no reason to retreat at the slightest setback.

The heavy machine gunners of the indigenous units ensured the accuracy of their firing at longer distances, and in the firing against the Dutch artillery just now, a short-burst operation was used. This gave the Dutch a misunderstanding of the Browning M1917 water-cooled heavy machine gun - the firing range was long and the rate of fire was not high.

These Dutch East India Company mercenaries still had a little bit of tactical literacy, at least they didn't rush up to the positions constructed by the native troops, and they walked out of the skirmish line in a decent manner.

However, when the Dutch entered the crossfire network constructed by the four water-cooled heavy machine guns, the crumbling retreat began.

In this year, only a generous lord like John Bull would equip his colonial troops with bullet devouring machines such as Makqin water-cooled heavy machine guns, where have these mercenaries who have been suppressing natives and Chinese in the South Pacific islands all year round have seen this kind of killing machine!

Out of a deep understanding of the crossfire network, the indigenous forces were designed with the Dutch in close proximity, thinking that when the killing began, the Dutch would have to linger in the opponent's crossfire network with heavy machine guns, even if they were to retreat immediately.

Bullets fired from the side at the Dutch column were many times more likely to hit a human body than from their front, and the overlapping scalloped surfaces of the four heavy machine guns maximized their lethality.

The M191 heavy machine gun's 3.3-liter water-cooled sleeve allowed it to tilt bullets at the opposite side with impunity, and the Dutch were at first gritting their teeth and waiting for the opponent's burst of weapons to overheat and reload intervals to retreat.

However, the heavy machine gun operators of the indigenous forces controlled the pace of fire well when the enemy did not suppress their firepower, and the four heavy machine guns did not appear to be reloaded at the same time, and the design firing on the front did not stop.

These mercenaries, who had only experienced low-intensity security warfare at the end of the nineteenth century, soon became overwhelmed. Lying in the blood-soaked mud of his companions, his ears were filled with the screams of those cries for help, and finally someone couldn't hold on to get up and play with the fortifications behind him and ran away. Although the people who got up were quickly hit by bullets and fell to the ground, there were still many Dutchmen who had lost their minds and got up to fight for the target, and the collapsed Dutchman only wanted to get out of this bullet-covered hell as soon as possible.

“Cease/fire ！” The Dutch who gritted their teeth and persevered to the end were rewarded, and the non-commissioned officers of the indigenous forces finally shouted the order for a ceasefire.

Yes, this English password is a gift to the Dutch who insist on lying on their stomachs in blood and suffering, and they can go back to their thick stone fortifications with the rifle shots of those bored native soldiers.

Oh, God! Those people can't be some mobs/people, they only fire when the enemy is close enough when they have weapons with a range that exceeds that of infantry artillery, and they are clearly a well-trained army! The Dutch commander, who had watched the tragedy caused by his stupid orders, had finally understood why the senior staff of the Dutch East India Company had fled early.

Did you run away with the gold while the other party hadn't closed the fence yet? No, no, we have looted too much, and the loss of such a hasty retreat is too great! The Dutch commander made another wrong choice on camera.

The leader of the Dutch East India Company mercenaries believed that the reason why the opponents had chosen to build their positions so far away was apparently because their weapons did not have the same range as the cannons on their own batteries.

Instead of withdrawing from the Dongwanlu stronghold immediately, he wanted to hold on to the stone fortifications and the cannons on the forts for a while, at least until he had scraped together enough ox carts to pull away the gold and silver he had recently looted.

However, the indigenous forces with the homemade mortars that crossed the crowd were rushing to the east of Manlot, and these Dutch mercenaries were destined to pay the price in blood for their commander's stupidity.

Lu Xiaobei was advancing towards Dongwanlu with the indigenous troops who had landed later, and along the way she saw a lot of corpses on the side of the road. Most of these natives or whites were killed by cold weapons such as sticks, and it is obvious that these people are not the work of the indigenous forces, but should be done by local Chinese.

Soon Lu Xiaobei saw the scene that confirmed her idea, a group of natives piled up in the woods were driven out by the local Chinese in a smoky way, and the natives who had just escaped the suffocating luck from the smoky woods had no time to breathe a few breaths of clean air when they ran into a group of angry Chinese armed with spears and clubs.

The indigenous soldiers who passed by on the march watched indifferently as these natives were slaughtered, in fact, it was not because of discipline that these soldiers did not mind stopping to watch the excitement.

In the original time and space, their generation was so numb, they just watched the British and French forces attack, then the Japanese attacked, and then the Bagua coalition army attacked, and those traitor troops who did not go to the "Huayong Battalion" raised their butcher knives to their compatriots are already considered people with conscience.

"Stop, give me some of your dry food." An indigenous soldier called out to his companion.

"What's the matter, you're done eating your own?" The companion muttered as he pulled out some dry food wrapped in oiled paper from his baggage.

The indigenous soldier took his companion's rations, wrapped them in a large lotus leaf, and handed them to a mother standing by the side of the road with a baby in her arms.

"What kind heart do you have? How many days can a woman with a child live here? "The companion is clearly not optimistic about the mother's prospects.

"The Hakka song she hums in her mouth, she is Chinese!" The soldier said to his companion. For mobile phone users, please browse M. Reading for a better reading experience.