The expression on Major Marbury's face was also very relaxed. "He'll pay for it, and as for you wanting your horse to kick that commander's ass, I'm sure you'll have that chance soon, but for now, Lieutenant, please wait here with your cavalry for my orders."

"Yes, Major Marbury, I think you can defeat this arrogant Chinese army without our cavalry. I don't mind giving our enemies the final blow though, which is what our cavalry like to do. Lieutenant Robben, after returning a military salute, pulled his horse's head and returned to his ranks, where more than a hundred and fifty horsemen were standing beside their beloved horses, holding their sabers at their waists and caressing their necks, calmly awaiting the coming slaughter.

With the sound of the command, the Dutch soldiers lined up in several squares began to follow the rhythm of the war drums, cautiously advancing slowly forward, Marbury rode a war horse and slowly walked at the front of the team, the binoculars in his hand were picked up from time to time and brought to the eyes, observing the movements of the enemy on the other side, the enemy stood silently behind a long sandbag low wall, which was so ugly in Marbury's eyes that it was outrageously ugly, and the iron-black steel helmet glowed with blue-gray metallic light.

However, the enemy forces on the north and south sides of the surrounding area did not move in the slightest, and they seemed to have full confidence in their comrades who were arrayed in front. This made Marbury's brow furrow even tighter. You must know that although the army of the Dutch colony had not fought head-on with the Lanfang Chinese army before, the small troops under it often disguised themselves as pirates or bandits to harass or plunder the population and wealth, so they naturally knew very well how big the difference in combat effectiveness between the two sides was.

Although Lan Fang's army fought bravely and tenaciously, they had absolutely no courage to face the Dutch in a field battle, and were mostly forced to face each other, and often had to pay heavy casualties to repel the Dutch attack.

The captured commissioner, Overmars, was unsure of the composition of the army because he had been imprisoned, but one thing was for sure, it was an elite army of the men of a powerful Eastern pirate.

However, even if even the most elite pirates leave the sea, can they still play the tactics of jumping ship on land? Could they be opponents of the regular army on land?

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"Do they have anything else to rely on?" Marbury narrowed his eyes and looked around with binoculars, but he didn't notice that the other side had heavy artillery positions, only infantry guns exposed from the gaps in the sandbags on the front-line position.

Without the deterrence of powerful firepower, this 2,000-strong Chinese army would not have been able to win victory on the battlefield. However, what made Marbury feel a little troubled was that the chest-length position made of sandbags on the other side, as well as their obviously metal helmets, would indeed bring excellent protection to these Chinese, because if the Dutch soldiers wanted to kill and injure the other side, they could only accurately aim at the space from the helmet to the breast wall, which would not exceed a foot.

"It seems that Liang Pengfei, the Chinese pirate leader in the mouth of Overmars, has some foundation, but the more this happens, the more it proves that they are afraid of us in their hearts." The corners of Marbury's mouth curled slightly, and he withdrew the telescope that had not observed anything unusual in his surroundings, and the horse crossed a low collapsed wall, and continued to move forward, and behind him, three thousand Dutch soldiers walked silently but proudly with neat steps, and slowly marched forward to the beat of the drum, as if even the majestic mountains could not stop their progress.

The footsteps of the three thousand soldiers were neat and heavy, and the dust was scattered, and at this moment, in a certain house outside the castles where the army was passing, several ghostly figures were hiding in a kiln, and one of them, through a crack in a completely dead tree with its core hollowed out, was observing the Dutch soldiers rumbling by dozens of paces away.

"How?" Below, several other probes probed their heads to the brother and asked in a very low voice. The man simply put his hand back into the tunnel and made a gesture, and after the few people who stayed below knew the situation from the gesture, they turned around weakly and burrowed back into the cellar where people could only walk with their heads down.

"What else, those Dutchmen have already begun to advance towards the young master's main formation, it seems that they really want to have a hard fight with our young master." The man who sneaked back into the kiln lit an oil lamp, and by the light of the oil lamp, he could see that at the other end of the kiln, on the wall, a dark and deep hole was exposed, and at the entrance of the cave, there were several rope-like leads, naturally, this was the detonation place of the 20,000 catties of explosives buried under the castle.

"Cut, those stupid birds, how can they survive the brethren of the Special Battalion." One of the men, who was knocking peanuts, sneered, the dim light reflected half of his face, the face with an indifferent expression and two scars across it, full of disdain.

"When the hell is going to do it, I've been itching for a long time, it's been almost a day since I lurked here last night." A younger soldier of the Liang family moved his ass impatiently.

"What's the day? I think back then, Lao Tzu hid in the thatched toilet of the opposite Wu butcher's house for two days and two nights before chopping that guy up, what is this? There is food and drink, and you can lie on the ground for a while when you are tired, and you don't suffer from the spicy head, you can't stand it in less than a day, believe it or not, Lao Tzu kicked you back to the ordinary army. ”

"Hey, don't, my good master, I'm just scratching my hair, in fact, I wish I could stay here for a few more days." Hearing Scarface's words, the young man quickly stepped forward with a hippie smile and slapped the old man's leg on the back. It made the others snicker.

"Don't call me master, now that we are soldiers, you should call me sir. Hmph, remember, unless there is a signal from the young master's side, otherwise, we can only stay here, you know, the young master entrusted us with this important task, this is the trust of our task force, understand? Scarface said in a deep voice to the people standing next to him.

"Yes, sir." The men whispered in unison, and in the dim light, the faces were filled with expressions called glory.

"Two miles away, how are the soldiers preparing?" Liang Pengfei stood on the position, and behind the sandbag breastwork, he used a telescope to check the Dutchmen who had already walked out of the scattered residential area and were beginning to form a straggler's line.

"Young master, don't worry, the soldiers are ready to fight at any time, the only thing to worry about is that if the storm comes too early, it will affect the line of sight, as well as our weapons, in that case, it will be difficult for us to completely annihilate the opponent." Ni Ming kept looking at the approaching clouds in the west, his face burning.

"It doesn't matter, no one is more accustomed to fighting in storms than we are, because we are pirates, and it is common for us to fight in extremely difficult weather such as storms all year round, and here, I don't have to worry about stepping on my feet or not being able to hit my opponent due to bumps." Liang Pengfei smiled and said loudly.

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"Young master, the other party seems to be in a hurry to attack, you see that their formation has not fully unfolded, and it has already begun to approach." Liang Shuisheng pointed ahead at this time.

"It seems that they are afraid that the storm will turn their muskets into burning sticks, and that's normal. But young master, are we going to signal now? Bai Shusheng touched his smooth chin and made his own suggestion.

"No, I need to let my soldiers fight these Dutch in a dignified manner, so that they understand that our soldiers are never afraid of the enemy's guns, let alone the size of the enemy, and they will only ask us, the officers, where is the target and direction of their attack." Liang Pengfei looked left and right, under the iron-black steel helmet, there were young faces, after today, it is very likely that many people will never see each other again, but someone has to sacrifice, and there is no bloodshed in the war.

Officers at all levels were telling their men over and over again that they were not nervous, but they also did not want their brothers to be separated forever.

"Be careful, look straight ahead, don't raise your head, the steel helmet on your head will be able to protect your eating guy."

“…… Concentrate your attention, and after firing, turn right and take a step away, so as not to interfere with the shooting of the brethren behind you......"

“…… You are all veterans, there must be a lot of people who have been killed, you will not be timid if you draw a knife and play with your life, but you must not be stupid and bold, you must obey orders, and you must not act without authorization! ”

By the time the 1st Special Battalion had fallen silent again, the Dutch had already approached a distance of about 300 meters from the position of the 1st Special Battalion, and the guns of this era could not aim within this distance, and even rifled guns could not accurately hit the target at this distance.

What makes Marbury a little confused is that the opponent's artillery has not fired, or has not even meant to fire, is there no artillery on the other side? However, the thought only swirled in his head before he nodded to the herald beside him, and the infantry guns that had been placed in the ranks of soldiers were ready to start firing.

After the infantry gunner lit the fuse with a torch, the infantry cannon slammed backwards, and a puff of scorching white smoke erupted from the muzzle, and the cannonball screamed viciously towards the Chinese army's position. The war has finally begun!

Twenty light infantry guns were fired almost at the same time, and the roar of the cannon echoed over the battlefield, but when the shells hit the target, Marbury's brows couldn't help but furrow slightly, because, before the other side was ready to fire the artillery, the soldiers who had exposed half of their upper bodies suddenly disappeared behind the position like a group of cowardly moles who had received the signal, and eighteen of the twenty solid shells smashed accurately on the chest wall made of sand. But there were only deep pits of sand and soil. Two more shells flew directly over the breastwork and into the distance.

(To be continued)