"There's Port Libreville ahead, what are we going to do?" Holm said, pointing to the port where there were still lights.

Walbeck raised his binoculars, and then the lights of the harbor carefully observed for a while, and said, "The other party's vigilance is very lax, and we will go in directly from the front." The area in the center of the city where the lights are more concentrated must be their warehouse, let's touch it in first, if we can touch it, it's best, if not, we can withdraw, just let the other party be frightened. ”

Holm said: "The Bostonians have tens of thousands of troops in Port Libreville, and we have only come with more than 3,000 people, and it would be terrible if we were surrounded. ”

Walbeck smiled: "They don't know how many of us are coming, you bring two thousand people outside to meet you, if the other party finds you, shoot to attract their attention, so that we can easily withdraw." ”

Holm nodded and said, "Okay, if you can't withdraw, I'll go in and pick you up." ”

Walbeck nodded, whispered a few words to several officers around him, and the team of more than 1,000 people bent over their waists and quickly advanced towards the port area, they scattered in a fan-shaped formation, and touched towards the port area. The Bostonians don't have many sentinels on the perimeter, and because the recent repeated sweeps by search parties have not detected the enemy, their alertness is quite low.

Several indigenous soldiers stepped forward and pulled out their special weapon, a blowpipe with a poison needle. After a few faint clatters, the Boston sentries in the direction of the troops' attack all fell to the ground and died, not even a sound except for the sound of corpses falling to the ground.

The lights of Port Libreville are mainly concentrated in the docks and warehouse areas, and it is pitch black in the residential areas. In order not to alarm the Boston soldiers stationed in the residential area, they did not go to the residence to deal with the Bostonians, and quietly walked through the streets, and after dodging several waves of patrols, the first native soldier approached the warehouse area.

It was still a repeat of the old trick, and under the accumulation of poisonous needles, the Boston Sentinels were put down one after another. Relying on the blowpipes of the natives, it was fairly easy to deal with the sentries, and they soon took control of the entire warehouse area. "Hurry up, find the oil warehouse, and pour all the oil on the other warehouses." Walbeck commanded in a low voice, telling the soldiers to hurry up and prepare the arson.

The oil depot was very easy to find, and after finding the target, they moved the oil drums out of the warehouse. It is easier to destroy than to build, these indigenous soldiers only need to roll the oil drums next to the various warehouses, open the lids and put them down, and the oil flowing from the berths will quickly spread and soak the entire warehouse area.

"What does it smell like?" One of the patrolmen who happened to walk near the warehouse suddenly sniffled.

When he said this, everyone else stopped and sniffed. "It's oil, and the oil from the warehouse may have leaked." The patrol leader screamed and hurried towards the warehouse area with the men, still thinking it was an oil leak and not realizing that they had been attacked.

A gunshot rang out, and the captain who rushed to the front was hit and fell to the ground. All the patrols that were running did not expect to be shot, they stopped suddenly, and then immediately fell to the ground and fired desperately.

"When discovered, retreat immediately, and light the fire when we leave." Walbeck ordered the soldiers to retreat quickly, and he had wanted to take people to burn down the docks, but the sudden exposure disrupted his plans, and now he could retreat quickly.

The sudden sound of gunfire spread far into the night sky, and the whole harbor immediately boiled, and the Boston soldiers were awakened from their sleep, and all of them ran out into the street in their pajamas and rifles. At this moment, the warehouse area was ignited, and the fuel caused the flames to rise violently, and the fire spread rapidly, and the nearest oil warehouse was quickly ignited, and a loud noise made the earth tremble violently, and Walbeck also fell to the ground.

A fiery mushroom cloud rose into the sky, reflecting half of the sky, and then the warehouse where the ammunition was stored also exploded one after another, attracting everyone's attention to the direction of the warehouse area.

"Who are you?" Finally, some Boston soldiers noticed that something was wrong, everyone else was running towards the warehouse area, but Walbeck's troops were running out, which was naturally quite eye-catching. The first indigenous soldier didn't say a word, and directly shot the questioning soldier down.

The nearby Boston soldiers saw their comrades being knocked down and raised their rifles, but before they could open fire, the prepared native soldiers had already taken them down. The dense gunfire attracted more and more Boston soldiers, who rushed in the direction of the gunfire, and Walbeck and his troops retreated towards the edge of the residential area.

A roar of artillery rang out, and at this moment the artillery unit of Holm, which was answering outside, opened fire. The sound of artillery added further confusion to the already chaotic residential area, and the Bostonians, believing that an army had attacked, became even more disorganized, and some of the officers who had found their troops began to direct their soldiers in the direction of the flickering fire of the guns, intending to engage the attacking enemy.

With Holm answering, Walbeck and his troops evacuated smoothly, and together they retreated deep into the rainforest. When the Bostonians saw the attacking enemy troops withdrawing, they did not dare to chase after them in the dark, so they could only turn back and put out the fire, and at the same time send a report to the nearby search party, asking them to return for reinforcements as soon as possible, but the Bostonians did not know the way, and the attack on Libreville Harbor was just a bait to attract them.

In the battle for the assault on Port Libreville, only 3,000 of the 8,000-strong troops came because the main force, led by several regimental commanders, was laying traps in the rainforest. While the 218th Brigade of the Third Regiment of the Boston Empire was hurrying back to Libreville Harbor, they didn't know what to do, and there were already many people staring at them on both sides of the road.

A gunshot rang out, and a soldier fell to the ground in a wail. The gunfire was not caused by a rifle shot, but by a Boston soldier walking in front stepping on a bullet mine placed by an indigenous soldier. Bullet mines are not really landmines, they are just an invention of indigenous soldiers. The indigenous soldiers usually cut off the bamboo tube of moderate thickness, press a sharp object on the bottom, and put its tip at the bottom of the bullet vertically on the primer of the bamboo bullet, the tip of the bullet is slightly higher than the bamboo barrel, so that the bullet mine is ready.

These bullets are buried in the ground, with only the tip of the bullet above the bamboo tube exposed to the ground, and then carefully concealed with fallen leaves. Unsuspectingly, the Boston soldier stepped on a bullet mine, and because the tip was pressed down, the primer would be ignited by a sharp object, and the bullet would be fired out of the bullet, penetrating the Boston soldier's footboard. Elsewhere, this kind of damage is not a big deal, although it makes it difficult for the soldier to move around, but it is different in the rainforest.

The rainforest is a damp and dark place, and such an environment is very easy for bacteria to grow, which greatly increases the chance of infection for wounded soldiers. Not to mention the fact that it is difficult to find vehicles in the rainforest, and relying on stretchers alone will make more soldiers incapacitated by caring for the wounded, and along the way, they have already suffered such treatment.

The Boston soldiers continued on their way, and although they were cautious, they could not prevent the presence of bullets and mines, and when they continued to advance more than a hundred meters, another crisp gunshot rang out. The Boston soldiers, who had long been accustomed to it, thought that it was another unlucky soldier who stepped on a bullet mine, so they didn't have much vigilance, but this time it was different.

The bullet shot through the tree and pierced the head of a second lieutenant, whose head exploded like a watermelon that had been struck with a stick, and his body fell limply to the ground. Immediately after that, the crisp gunfire rang out from the rainforest one after another, and it was even mixed with the continuous firing sound of many machine guns, and the dense rain of bullets knocked down the Boston soldiers walking on the road in pieces, and the Bostonians who were marching suddenly panicked.

By the time the Bostonians lay on the ground and put their guns indiscriminately, the mysterious gunmen had already evacuated, and the Boston soldiers had been shooting indiscriminately for nearly half an hour, and their commander realized that something was wrong, it turned out that there was no gunfire on the opposite side, and when he saw the attacking enemy leave, the commander began to move forward in the whole team again.

The attack did not end there, on the way to the retreat of the 218 Brigade, it was attacked by unknown militants along the way, who did not conduct large-scale operations, but simply hid in the rainforest and fired cold guns, which gave the commander of the 218 Brigade a headache. The Bostonians suffered heavy casualties along the way, but after all, they were only harassment, and they were able to continue their advance towards the port of Libreville, but when they reached a distance of more than two hundred kilometers from the port of Libreville, they were met with real resistance.

Along the way, the native soldiers were systematically harassing and delaying their movements, and by this time Walbeck had rushed back. When he joined the ambushed soldiers with 3,000 warriors who had returned from a sneak attack on the port, Walbeck could not rest and immediately attacked.

The ten infantry guns pulled back from the port opened fire together, and ten small-caliber shells exploded in the ranks of Boston marching, attacking all the way, and the Boston troops, who had already become frightened birds, were directly scattered. The Boston soldiers who heard the sound of the cannon immediately scattered and lay down on the side of the road, desperately putting their guns around, ignoring the muddy water on the side of the road, just lying on the ground, for fear that a bullet would find them.

Originally, the Bostonians thought that this was another attack, but they were wrong, and this time Walbeck really wanted to destroy this force. Eight thousand soldiers outflanked from all sides, encircling the Bostonians, who had already suffered many dead and wounded, and only more than 2,000 remained.