"What to do? Master, you can't do it yet. Next to him, Monk Chen licked his lips and looked at Liang Pengfei with a longing gaze.

"Nonsense, the mines are all buried, do we now go up and tell those white-skinned ghosts to pause for twenty minutes, and when we take out the mines, we will come back with real knives and guns?" Liang Pengfei said angrily.

In order to prevent the Dutch from attacking Sukatana by land and interfering with Shi Xianggu's fleet to encircle and annihilate the Dutch, he rushed to the troops lurking on the Kendawangan in advance.

And, in order to stop the other party's advance, it took Liang Pengfei two full days to choose an excellent ambush site, a valley seventy miles away from Kendawangan.

In this way, even if there was a fierce exchange of fire with the opponent, it would not arouse the alarm of the Dutch base camp in Kendawangan, and even if the opponent's troops were defeated and fled, Liang Pengfei's troops would have enough time to intercept and destroy those routed troops, so that they would not flee back to report the news.

In this way, the Dutch base camp in Kendawangan was completely cut off from the troops at the front, and they became blind and deaf.

As long as they can delay for a few days, Shi Xianggu and the others will clean up the Dutch fleet and move south, blocking their retreat at sea, and on land, as well as the elite led by Liang Pengfei, the Dutch's retreat by land and water will be completely cut off. Then, this time the campaign planning can be regarded as a perfect result.

It's just that the opponent came almost a day earlier than Liang Pengfei expected, and the troops who came were really a little disappointing to Liang Pengfei, a group of mercenaries who knew at a glance that they belonged to the kind of mercenary army that had not been temporarily recruited for a long time.

This shows that the main force of the Dutch is still in Kenda Wangan and has not moved, which is shattered for Liang Pengfei's dream of defeating the opponent's main force first and then cleaning up Kenda Wangan.

However, even if it was a miscellaneous fish force, Liang Pengfei had to stop them from heading north, so that they could not affect his plan to encircle and annihilate the Dutch fleet.

"Lao Tzu finally got a hundred mines, and now it seems that they can only be given to these miscellaneous fish to eat." Liang Pengfei patted the straw mat in front of him, retracted into the trench, lowered his voice and began to issue orders. "Without Lao Tzu's order, no one is allowed to shoot and attack without authorization, otherwise I will let him go to Dongwanjin Street for a day with his bare buttocks, and I understand. Pass me the order. ”

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"Yes!" Monk Chen nodded strangely, and then whispered this order to his companions around him, and from time to time someone laughed quietly, and as a result, he was slapped by their squad leader: "Laugh bullshit, and then laugh believe it or not, let you go to Dongwanjin with a bare ass." That's not just the people who disgrace you, but even our old faces. ”

By this time, the Dutch mercenaries were still about a mile away from the ambush circle of the 1st Battalion, and they could already hear the sound of the Dutch army's snare drums, the rhythmic drums echoing in the valley, and the soldiers were slowly moving along the avenue.

Passarella looked at the troops, who seemed to be dragging their feet, even with the beat of the drum, and wanted to pull out the short gun from his waist and break the nose of the mercenary who was actually walking and picking his nostrils.

"My God, if I had to choose again, I would rather not take this school of miscellaneous fish." Passarella thought with great grief and indignation that if it weren't for Colonel Michels telling him that if he could lead this group of miscellaneous fish troops that had been recruited for less than two weeks to accomplish the combat objectives, and that his rank of major that had been hung for nearly five years would be able to move up to the rank of lieutenant colonel, he would rather give up command of this unit than suffer this torture.

In a full morning, he had only walked less than twenty kilometers, and he had already rested twice, and this kind of marching speed, not to say three days, even if it was two more days, I am afraid that I would not be able to catch up with Sukatana.

"Damn trash fish, if I have the chance, I must use military law to shoot all these trash fish!" Passarella cursed quietly. At the same time, he urged the army, which was lined up in six columns, to take a bigger step and go faster.

"With a little more effort, after crossing this valley, everyone can rest for another half hour." Passarella harnessed his horse and cheered loudly for the weak-looking army, and the officers of all ranks shouted loudly, hoping to boost the morale of the troops.

However, the effect didn't seem to be too noticeable, and Passarella shook her head a little frustratedly, and the horse continued to urge, hoping that the men would be able to go a little faster than the snail.

Seeing that this dragging force was slowly moving into the valley, Liang Pengfei felt that he was almost about to fall asleep. After swallowing two mouthfuls of saliva, he motioned for Monk Chen to bring a box of gold balm and smeared it on his temples, and the cool feeling finally made people feel a little more refreshed.

Below him was a trench about three hundred meters long, and a trench had also been dug out on the opposite hillside, which was full of soldiers of the 1st Special Battalion, all of whom had already tightened their weapons in their hands without making the slightest sound. Quietly waiting for the pack of prey to take the bait.

After seeing that the rear team of those Dutch mercenaries had also crossed the area where Lalei was buried without noticing, Liang Shuisheng, the commander of the 1st Special Battalion, finally breathed a sigh of relief, then raised his arm and made a few gestures. Soon, a few bushes on the slope shook slightly, and there was silence again.

However, in the center of the bush, three pitch-black barrels slowly emerged, these barrels appeared to be a little thin, probably about the same as the barrels of a three-pounder cannon, but their muzzles did not point at the Dutch mercenaries on the road, but instead soared high into the sky. Nearby, a loader dressed in branches and leaves had prepared a cannonball with a strange pattern and placed it in front of the muzzle, as if ready to let go of his hand at any moment.

Liang Pengfei's eyes also fell on these artillerymen at this moment, this cannon is an improved version of the conscienceless cannon, or it should be a new member of the artillery family, mortar.

In Liang Pengfei's consciousness, he hopes to create a force that can march quickly in the field, and has strong firepower and the ability to attack fortifications, in this era of Nanyang, the road construction situation can be described as extremely bad, especially the march of the troops is often restricted by the road, because the formed troops must need artillery support, but the road situation often makes the movement of artillery too slow. Slows down the march.

And Liang Pengfei's mind of the special battalion is to hope to be like the field special forces of later generations, able to carry out various combat missions in a harsh environment, naturally, the kind of ordinary artillery that needs roads to support the operation is not considered, and the British chemist Keane according to Liang Pengfei's instructions to him, successfully extracted nitroglycerin, and after the laboratory produced nitrocellulose, Liang Pengfei's breech gun dream and mortar research and development were put on the road.

However, the design and application of the gun latch took a lot of time to test and finalize, so Liang Pengfei first asked for the production of a revolver with a simpler firearm manufacturing process, of course, the mortar that did not need a gun latch was also launched at the same time, and finally a month before Liang Pengfei went to Borneo, the mortar was successfully developed.

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This kind of artillery has just been successfully trial-produced, or it should be said that it is still in the experimental stage, and it was handed over to the special battalion for use, in order to test the power of this new artillery in combat and its long-term use to see what needs to be improved, however, because it has not yet been finalized, and the extraction of nitrocellulose has not yet formed industrialization, so the number of mortar shells is very rare, only three mortars, each with a base of ammunition, all of which are here in the special battalion.

Liang Pengfei naturally designated according to the base number of the later generations of the [***] team, one base is one hundred and twenty shells, which sounds like a lot, but if you really want to fight, I am afraid that it will not take long before it will all turn into fireworks.

And today, the number of shots per mortar is allowed only ten rounds per mortar. Each soldier was only allowed to use two grenades, and Liang Pengfei didn't want to run out of ammunition in the subsequent attack, after all, the current battle to expel the Dutch colonists and shock the colonists of other Western countries had just begun.

Xie Yi, the commander of the first company of the 1st Special Battalion, was lying in the trench, wearing the camouflaged steel helmet, silently counting how many steps the other party was still on the road in front of him. Just wait a little longer, waiting for the young master to give the order to attack.

Rumble! An extremely violent explosion suddenly resounded through the valley. Pasarella, who was so shocked that he was standing on horseback, urging his soldiers to speed up, almost fell off his horse.

And the explosion happened to happen in the forefront of the Dutch mercenaries, among the Dutch snare drummers. As he slowly marched slowly through the middle of the procession, Major Passarela, who had been in battle for a long time, took control of his horse, and immediately pulled out the short fire gun on his waist and shouted loudly. "Stay in formation and get ready for battle!"

At this time, the team that seemed a little sparse just now was first stunned, and then began to look a little scattered. However, amid the shouts and shouts of the officers, they quickly formed a battle line, their guns pointed at both sides of the valley, vigilantly guarding against any incoming enemy.

The tickling near the explosion point in front of the team continued. There was no distant artillery firing and no follow-up attack, which made Major Passarella, who was already ready to give the order to fire, look around in confusion, then jumped off his horse and ran forward, stunned when he reached the front of the line. "My God, Our Lady Mary......" Passarella was shaken by the tragedy in front of her.

(To be continued)