ps: Look at the exclusive story behind "Crossing 1862", listen to more of your suggestions for the novel, pay attention to the official account (add friends on WeChat - add the official account - enter qdread), and quietly tell me! Late at night, in the wilderness outside the town of Rab.

Thousands of soldiers of the five regiments interspersed in the rainforest were lying on the ground, and they felt so kind when they looked at the stars above their heads.

"Brethren, take heart and take heart. Take down Rab, and the Dutch devil will be a grasshopper after autumn, and he won't be able to jump for long. ”

Fighting at night is not about tactics, but about guts and courage. Wei Changjun trusted the courage of his soldiers. The backbone of the entire 5th Regiment was the men and horses that had been pulled up at the beginning, not the first attack of the Dutch, and the new men after the arrival of the six warships in Pontianak. A soldier has a strong will to fight, and the most important thing is guts and courage. It cannot be said that none of the entire Fifth Regiment is a bad breed who is afraid of death, but when the time comes for desperately, at least half of them can throw their lives on the battlefield.

"Tonight we have to fight resolutely and toughly. The first battalion was destroyed, and the second battalion was destroyed, and the second battalion was destroyed, and there were three battalions. Take Rab Town, we are all heroes.

Meritorious service, right now. ”

A hundred vanguard fighters, with machetes on their backs, grenades around their waists, and explosives bags in their hands, quietly approached the town of Rab.

The town is not walled with masonry, but is surrounded by a fence made of wood. Even the fence in the town of Rab itself was in tatters, and the current intact fence was rebuilt after the arrival of the Dutch.

For some reason, the night sentry on duty tonight was nervous. But they really didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

Wherever and whenever it is, the night is always the natural ally of the armed laggards in war. This battle of Lanfang was no exception.

Vanguard fighters in black cloaks, be careful. Move forward carefully.

"Lift up, be careful......"

"Slow down, slow down......"

In small groups of seven or eight people, five groups of people quietly touched the fence due east in the dark night. All of the five groups were carrying explosive packets.

"Bang Bang ......"

All five teams were behind the fence with explosives packets. Shots rang out. Dozens of rifles were fired together, and the bullets rained down on one of the nearest Dutch soldiers' post. The sound alarmed the nearby Dutch soldiers, and soon dozens of rifles were firing counter-attacking bullets at the team. Although the hit rate is low!

Screams and muffled grunts were heard in the night, and the Dutch soldiers soon gathered hundreds of men and rushed towards the fence, and the five small groups immediately retreated. Only the Demomen of each group remained in place. They had to wait until the Dutch soldiers got closer, estimated the speed of the Dutch soldiers' pounces, and then calculated when to pull the fuse.

Finally, "Boom, boom, boom-" five violent explosions in a row lit up the entire sky.

The scene of the moment was flying sand and rocks. A blasting point is two explosive packets, and the pure picric acid weighs thirty pounds. The power of the explosion can be imagined.

Five bursting flames enveloped countless pieces of wood, sweeping across a qiē. The shock wave tore apart one fragile body after another, and a lot of blood splashed was instantly evaporated by the scorching heat before it could fall to the ground.

Hundreds of Dutch soldiers were either killed or wounded in the explosion.

Houses collapsed within twenty meters and fences were destroyed. "Kill—" The shout followed the sound of an explosion. With a knife in one hand and a grenade in the other, the vanguard warriors roared through the gap into the town of Rab.

The light of the sword shone in the bonfire that had not been extinguished at the outpost, and the screams of the wounded Dutch soldiers were repeated for a while. Dozens of vanguard fighters flew to the kill. After the swords and axes were chopped, all the wounded Dutch soldiers who still had breath went to their master.

The whole town was shocked. Whether it was the Dutch soldiers, or the people of the town. But seriously. The Dutch garrison was very lax, and it took seven or eight minutes from the start of the shooting, and the second group of Dutch soldiers on the scale had not yet appeared.

Bonfires were lit in the town of Rab, but night is night, and deep night is the best ally of the Chinese soldiers. The fire lit by the Dutch may have illuminated a sight distance for themselves. But it also pointed out the direction to the Chinese soldiers in the dark.

"Boom, boom—"

More than a dozen grenades accurately hit a sentry more than 20 meters away, and the explosion sounded. The entire sentry turned into a burning thatch. The five Dutch soldiers deployed at that outpost were completely torn to shreds by the highly concentrated blast wave of the blast. And before the Dutch soldiers gathered around came back to their senses. Thirty or forty more grenades were smashed.

The Dutch had no idea that they would be attacked on British territory. This is nothing short of a trampling on the dignity of the British. But on the contrary, the Chinese army dressed in a coat of 'remnants of the Shilongmen Righteous Army' really called. And all the way through the rainforest, touching the edge, the Dutch did not notice and perceive in the slightest.

"Kill—"

"Rush—"

The shouts of killing are not only in the vanguard. When Wei Changjun found that the offensive of the vanguard troops was unimaginable, he immediately commanded a large army to attack in an all-out way.

There were less than 1,000 Dutch and indigenous soldiers in the entire town of Rab, and the battle was fought perfectly. The whole town of Rab burst into earth-shattering shouts, and the Chinese soldiers were like devils who had slain out of the night, wantonly plundering the lives of the panicked Dutch and Indian soldiers......

"Go, go, keep up—" shouted a Chinese company commander as he beckoned dozens of his soldiers to follow him.

"God, what's going on?" The commander of the Dutch and Indian Army, Colonel Orrenny, looked in shock at the explosion of the grenade swarm and the flying flames. This is the power of the grenade explosion that he saw with his own eyes. Compared with the ease and power of this close combat time, it is really a bad decision for the European military community to abandon the development of hand grenades.

In the light of the grenade explosion and the light of the bonfire, the Chinese army attacking at night was revealed.

"Rush, rush—"

The entire Fifth Regiment of soldiers was overwhelmed. The indigenous soldiers in the town were holding their heads and running around, and the resistance of these people was really not ordinary fragility. The overall situation of the entire battlefield has been decided. Relying only on the resistance of the remaining Dutch soldiers was only delaying the time of defeat.

Large beads of sweat rolled down Orrenny's forehead. What should I do? Should the large quantities of munitions and supplies stored in the warehouses be burned down?

This is hundreds of thousands of guilders, enough to support 13,000 Dutch and Indian troops for half a month.

"Click-" Wei Changjun slashed the neck of an indigenous soldier. Then he quickly turned around, blocked a stab from a Dutch soldier in his left hand, and pressed his wrist to press down the broadsword. He stepped forward, slashed the barrel of his gun with a large knife in his hand, and disemboweled the Dutch soldier horizontally.

In the end, it was a hero who fought in the sea of blood in the corpse mountain back then, and he has not been on the battlefield for many years, and this skill has still not fallen.

"Rush in, warehouse. Warehouse—"

The entire five regiments that came through the rainforest carried only one base number of bullets per person. It simply cannot support a long battle. After the entire fifth regiment captured the town of Rab, it did not mean that their task was completed, and they had to firmly block the town of Rab and cut off the retreat of the Dutch and Indian troops. So. The capture of the arsenal of the Dutch was crucial.

"Daniel, take someone to burn down the warehouse." Orrenny shouted orders to a major.

"Colonel, what about the arsenal?"

"Put it there, don't move. We just sent artillery shells to the front yesterday, and there are only a large number of bullets and gunpowder left in the arsenal. The bullets were not the same caliber as the rebel rifles, and they couldn't use them. ”

"Burn all the food and medicine, burn all the tents. A qiē a qiē! ”

"Understood, Colonel!"

……

There are many things that go wrong in life. Wei Changjun took the town of Rab with the entire fifth regiment smoothly, but when he captured the army, he hit the iron wall. All food supplies were burned clean, except for munitions. If it weren't for Orlenni's self-righteousness. Even the arsenal Wei Changjun couldn't take it.

Everyone deplored the burning of food supplies. Looking at the size of these warehouses, Rab Township has almost 2,000 indigenous inhabitants and is a fairly important town in Sarawak territory. In order to hoard supplies and build warehouses, at least half of the population of Rab Town was relocated.

Now almost all of them have been burned.

The fire that lit up the entire Rab Town, illuminating Wei Changjun's face was yin and yang.

……

Surabaya.

Among the Dutch-Indonesian colonies, with the exception of Batavia. One of the largest cities, one of the most prosperous cities. At the same time, it is also one of the most powerful cities in China.

It was the Chinese who carved out this bustling city in the midst of a swamp. But the Chinese did not keep the city, and the Dutch arrived. It not only changed the history of the Nanyang aborigines, but also changed the fate of the Nanyang Chinese.

Unlike the Spaniards, who massacred the Chinese many times, the Dutch did not have much red fruit to reject the Chinese, except for one Red Creek tragedy. But it would be naïve to think that such Dutchmen are friendly to the Chinese. They're just making their movements more secretive.

When the political situation in Lanfang came, and when the news of the failure of the first suppression operation of the Dutch and Indian forces came, the situation in and around Surabaya City became somewhat unstable.

The Chinese were uneasy, and the natives were happy.

Many discerning Chinese had a premonition of impending disaster, but their response was to send large sums of money to Dutch officials in Surabaya. And no one thought of using this money to buy arms and form their own armed forces.

In fact, this is also a doubt that Liu Xian has always been puzzled about. You say, the Chinese in Indonesia and the Philippines obviously have money in their hands and a lot of population base, so why don't they resist?

Is it really that hard to buy arms? Those Chinese tycoons are mostly families with a century-old heritage, and ants can also accumulate the next batch of arms when they move? No matter how strict the Dutch are in this regard, how can they not have a chance to get arms when the power and strength of the Chinese themselves are there?

But in fact, whenever there is a change, the Nanyang Chinese are a herd of pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered. Their only 'self-help' was to send money to the Dutch authorities. Pray that the authorities can suppress the unrest of the natives, no matter how bad it is, it is still changing, and his family can be protected by the Dutch government...... (A good event for pie in the sky, cool mobile phones are waiting for you!) Pay attention to the ~ point / official account (WeChat add friends - add official account - enter qdread), participate now! Everyone has a prize, now pay attention to the qdread WeChat public account! (To be continued)