"How long has it been?" Standing in one of the castle's batteries, looking into the dark distance, the wind blowing the rain into the forts, which had made Colonel Michels's neat and straight clothes wet and cold, but he had no intention of leaving here. His flaming red eyebrows were tightly locked, and his gray eyes were full of doubt and anxiety.

"It's been an hour and five minutes, Mr. Colonel." Beside him, one of the guards replied immediately after looking at his pocket watch.

"It's been so much since they left the castle?" Michels muttered, and next to him, the commissioner Overmars, who had been hastily changed and finally regained some of the neat and elegant demeanor of the aristocracy, also looked very nervous.

They had begun to engage the enemy about half an hour earlier, and in half an hour, they could have launched several charges and routed the enemy several times, but now, the distant sound of killing could still faintly be swept into their ears, which could only indicate one thing, their troops had fallen into a difficult battle.

"Mr. Colonel, are we sending a reinforcement to meet you?" Major Cruise made his own proposal to Colonel Michel. "Our troops must be fighting hard, which shows that the combat effectiveness of the other side is indeed not as inferior as we imagined, and now, our base camp has only 5,000 people, if we don't bring them back, then ......"

"Wait. I trust Major Marbury, he is the best and most sane officer I have ever met, with three thousand elite men, under his command, there should be no problem dealing with two thousand pirates. For the first time, Colonel Michels used a tone of less certainty.

Major Cruise was silent for a while, but he still mustered up his courage and made a request to the grumpy superior: "Mr. Colonel, although I also think that Major Marbury is very good, but we can't do nothing, if the other party has any backhand, then, our brave soldiers......"

"Well, you don't have to say any more, Colonel Cruise, I'll give you five minutes to gather five companies (a company of a hundred men) and then stand by at the east gate." Michels raised an eyebrow, and her gray eyes glanced at Cruise, gentle but forceful. "If I give the order to attack, I hope you will be able to get to the position in the shortest possible time to meet Major Marbury."

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"Yes, Colonel!" Cruise gave a standard military salute to Michels with his legs together, and walked briskly out of the battery, rushing out of the pouring rain.

"Your decision was very wise, my colonel, and I don't think it's right." Overmars slapped Colonel Michels on the back at this time, you know, his current life is all protected by this brave and warlike colonel and his troops.

"To my disbelief, I never imagined such a long battle with the Easterners." Michels sighed softly, his temperament was violent, but after the war began, he was able to suppress his anger well and solve every problem rationally, but now, the strength of the other party began to trouble him.

When did the Chinese have such a strong army? If this army appeared earlier, even if His Excellency the Governor gave the order to attack Lan Fang, I am afraid that Colonel Michels would need to consider it carefully.

At this moment, a purple-white ground, as thick as a bucket, and lightning stretched towards the ground like a tree trunk, almost illuminating the entire space into daylight, and in this short moment, Michels seemed to see the heroic soldiers fighting bloodily on the battlefield that was torn apart from a few miles away.

His hand couldn't help but subconsciously stroke the beautiful medal on his chest, which was personally brought to him by King William V of the Netherlands, in recognition of his bravery on the battlefields of Europe. "May the Netherlands be with them, and may the king be with them." Colonel Michels clenched his fists fiercely.

"May God be with us." Overmars reverently drew a cross on his chest, and he felt so uneasy at the moment that he had thought it was a safe place, as if the storm had washed away all his original joy and security.

"Oh my God......" Ensign Fanny finally discovered the reason why his body was out of balance, his left foot was severed by the fragments of the explosion just now, and his left leg, which had lost the entire ball of his foot, seemed to regain consciousness at this time, and the heart-rending pain made him scream in pain.

No sooner had his scream come out of his throat than one of the horsemen on the slope was once again swept sideways by the mine, and slammed into the head of Ensign Navanny, whose head was struck at a strange angle, and his eyes stared blankly into the distance, allowing the galloping horses to drag him through the rain-soaked meadows, dragging a long line of blood.

A piece of flesh rose from Lieutenant Robben's forehead, and blood seeped out of the thin white flesh, and it was washed away by the fierce wind and rain, and a gap was cracked in the brim of his beautiful cavalry helmet. It was caused by shrapnel from a landmine.

However, this did not affect Lieutenant Robben's strong will, he only tried to lower his body as much as possible to minimize the damage caused by the terrifying explosion around him, his saber still pointing straight ahead, and the sharp tip of the knife made a bright buzzing sound under the blowing of the wind, just like the transparent cicada wings of the summer cicada.

The smile on Lieutenant Robben's face became more and more hideous, and he seemed to have felt the trembling pleasure coming from the tip of the saber, as if it was a neighing of blood, and there were a few scrapes on his beloved horse, but it still steadily followed its master's orders, and rushed forward fearlessly.

"Fire!" Ni Ming opened his mouth and shouted, because of the excessive force, his originally handsome and delicate face became strangely hideous, he pulled the trigger fiercely, the revolver in his hand raised slightly upward, and the muzzle first sprayed out a rotating bullet, followed by a puff of white smoke and the pipe flame.

Lieutenant Robben's pupils shrank suddenly, and he subconsciously narrowed his eyes even tighter, at this speed, at such a distance of less than thirty paces, he could not make effective evasive actions at all, he could only rush hard, and could only hope that the cavalry cuirass on his body could give him enough protection so that he could kill the opponent on the spot.

The moment his thoughts first rose, he felt as if something was brushing his cheeks lightly, and then there was a burning sensation that pierced his heart, and he couldn't help but close his right eye, if there was a mirror in front of him at this moment, he would definitely see that the right side of his face was wiped out by the bullet that flew by.

Again, the gun in the opponent's hand actually spewed out the fire that could only be faint in the heavy rain again, Rao is psychological quality is quite strong, and Robben's heart, who had experienced countless battles, almost stopped.

This time, the bullet luckily hit Robben's cavalry cuirass, the huge impact force made his body have to fall back, fortunately Lieutenant Robben's superb riding skills helped him, so that he would not lose his balance, but just before he had time to rejoice, the same person, the same gun, once again erupted tongues of fire, this time, Robben could feel that his left chest suddenly heated, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and his right hand, which was originally holding the saber tightly, instantly lost all strength, Blown down by the gale, it struck the horse beneath him in the eye.

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The frightened war horse stepped into the air, and Robben, who had lost control of his body, felt that his body had become so light, as if it was like a feather floating in the sky, floating towards it lightly, and then, falling into the dust, at this time, it seemed that all the senses had returned to the body.

The paralyzing sensation was spreading rapidly from his chest to his whole body, Robben blinked his eyes quickly, and he saw that the young Chinese officer he had been trying to kill under the knife was standing on top of his head, his pale face looked so cold and strong, he hung his head, as if he was looking at himself. Robben was in danger of eternal darkness, and his last consciousness was the eyes of the young Chinese officer who seemed a little nervous and full of triumphant excitement...... Ni Ming looked at the Dutch officer who died under his own gun, and finally rushed forward in front of the slippery rain for more than ten steps before stopping at his feet, and he had an indescribable feeling in his heart, this was the first time he had fired at the enemy face to face, and killed the other party in front of his eyes.

However, there was no vomiting feeling that I had seen the bloody scene in the past, and some, it was a surprise that bordered on victory. Seeing the hurried call of the Dutch officer at his feet gradually disappear and even subside, Ni Ming raised his head, raised the gun in his hand again, aimed at the next target, and pulled the trigger fiercely!

The explosion of the mines continued, the flickering fires were extinguished in the dark and rainy night, the mournful screams of the horses and the absolute cries of the wounded soldiers became one, and the formation of the Dutch cavalry that had been charging forward had been completely disrupted, and these unknown weapons raised unspeakable fear in their hearts.

When the heroic and fearless Lieutenant Robben's sturdy figure disappeared from their sight like a kite with broken wings, the last shred of courage that had been squeezed from the bottom of their hearts was finally consumed.

Likewise, the horses beneath them were frightened by the terrible, constant explosion, and after the initial onslaught of their habitual names had been stopped, they ceased to obey the commands of their masters on horseback, and instinctively galloped in the direction they thought were safe, or in the same circle.

A hundred revolvers fired like popping beans, and the crisp and dense sound of gunfire reminded people of the festive firecrackers of the Spring Festival, but what was represented here was only death, and only death......

(To be continued)