What kind of weapons did the indigenous soldiers in the Dutch and Indian armies have? The MI has already gotten the news. The Dutch were reluctant and afraid to give them breech guns, and the natives were still armed with old Minny rifles. And as soon as the battle started, the first to take the field must be the indigenous cannon fodder. The soldiers of the Fourth Regiment were holding breech-loading rifles, and Li Yongfei did not believe that his breech-loading rifle could not beat the Mini-style rifle. Therefore, he attacked as a team, and he had to give the Dutch and Indian troops a powerful look first.

In less than ten minutes, two battalions of infantry had left the main camp and lined up on the gentle slope shrouded in mist. Behind them was a small artillery team of eight mortars, which were lined up in a row opposite each other, and the ammunition boxes were placed aside, all ready.

A shrill whistle sounded. Seven hundred soldiers lined up in three rows on the gentle slope. Then step forward with neat steps. Behind the line, eight mortars were also slowly moving under the impetus of the artillery.

Although the origin of the soldiers, the foundation is very good. But now that they are in actual combat, many people are also a little nervous, because not everyone is the boss of Dagang Company! Now the rebel army has a total of five regiments, 6,000 men and horses, and the remnants of the Dagang Company are only 2,000 young and strong. So the line of sortie of the 4th regiment was not very neat. Li Yongfei was not too harsh on this, they were holding breech rifles, not smoothbore guns, and the main combat mode was not to shoot in a platoon at all, but the platoon firing could well reflect the training level of an army. And to deal with those cannon fodder-like indigenous soldiers, it is also a good way to line up.

Through the binoculars, Colonel Robben clearly saw the troops on the opposite side. He laughed!

The distorted front already gives a good indication of the character of the enemy on the opposite side. He felt that it would be too easy to defeat such an enemy. "Order the troops to press over. My God. With such an enemy as a meritorious service, to be promoted to major general. I'm really ashamed! ”

"Colonel. Your mind shines like the sun! "Lin Congee Tang flattered disgusting. Robben himself did enjoy the praise proudly. As the only remaining fruit of Liu Asheng's family, Lin Congee Tang would have gone to Batavia to do business if he hadn't happened to do business. His head is now hanging on the pole in front of the conference hall like Liu Asheng, Liu Enguan, Zheng Zhengxin, Ye Xiangyun, Ye Tingfan, Wu Guisan, Guo Yawei, Yu Kang, Huang Fuyuan, Chen Heer, Luo Sating and others.

As the leader of the Dutch and Indian army's attack on Lanfang, Lin Congee Tang hated every enemy on the opposite side.

As soon as the whistle sounded, the seven hundred Chinese soldiers stood in unison, and then quickly adjusted their positions, and then quietly watched the crowd of people surging in the dark pressure a mile away.

"Kill......"

The indigenous army of more than 1,000 people rushed to kill like a flood. These Dutch-bred thugs were fierce and vicious, but they were by no means skilled in military training.

They can play a stake-like horizontal front when defending passively, but they can arrange a neat line in the active attack. That's not even a matter of even thinking about it. The Dutch officer in the lead knew what kind of literacy his group of people was, so he waved his hand directly when attacking, and the crowd-like cluster charge began.

"Boom, boom, boom......" Several accompanying artillery pieces also began to fire. It was not the Dutch and Indian army that left the first drop of blood on the battlefield, but the entire four regiments.

The Chinese soldiers were unwavering, they held their rifles, and the muzzles of each gun were aimed at the indigenous soldiers who rushed over, and they did not tremble at all.

The dense crowd of indigenous soldiers who rushed away, they were people, not scarecrows. Nor is it a wooden target, a living grinning enemy, a mortal enemy with whom they cannot coexist.

Just as many natives hate the Chinese and gnash their teeth, many Chinese hate the natives. Also deeper than the hatred of the Dutch.

Shells exploded around the perimeter of the ranks, and the screams and the blood of their comrades washed away the last fears of the soldiers.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom......" mortar cannon also began to fire.

Don't try to stop the enemy. I only hope that the thick smoke of gunpowder can obscure the view of the enemy's artillery fire.

There were still more than 200 meters away, and the shouts of the indigenous soldiers came from far and near. Countless voices converged into an invisible tidal wave, slapping against the Chinese soldiers' front on the opposite side.

"Shoot!" The distance was already within two hundred and fifty meters. Li Yongfei gave the order to open fire. In fact, at this distance. If it is a well-trained army, even if it is a Minnie rifle in its hand, the Chinese army that can still fight will suffer heavy losses. Compared with breech guns, the shortcomings of the Mini rifle are only in the rate of fire, range and accuracy, but it is not bad at all.

After training for a while, the Chinese army rolled over the sea of fire, and finally appeared in front of the indigenous soldiers. Torrents of smoke, tongues of fire, and dense buckshot formed a vigorous wave, crashing towards the chaotic crowd ahead.

Twenty or thirty people were wounded, and under the damage of the shells, the Chinese army had less than 700 rifles. The first salvo was formed into a dense rain of bullets that entered the surging crowd of indigenous soldiers. At a distance of more than 200 meters, the lethality and accuracy of the breech guns were brought into full play, and the flesh-and-blood human body was like a wave that was smashed on the reef by an oncoming huge wave, splashing blood mist one after another and rolling to the ground.

But this group of cannon fodder brigades only paused slightly, and then continued to rush forward as before. Of course, many people also raised their guns while running. But did they hit the shot?

At a distance of more than 200 meters, it is the size of a lantern to see a person. If it is a well-trained veteran, in the current density of the Chinese army, of course, it is a dozen and one accurate. But can you expect this group of monkeys in Indonesia to be well-trained? Do they have that hard work? And will the Dutch let them train a count?

Therefore, the return fire of the indigenous soldiers is not as good as the threat to the Chinese army, even the continuous artillery bombardment.

Gunshots rang out in rows, countless splatters of bloody arrows and minced flesh exploded, and the brains that had been blasted and flowered flew above the heads of the cannon fodder, and the bright red blood stained the weapons held high in their hands. The dying screams of the indigenous soldiers almost drowned out the rows of gunfire, and hundreds of cannon fodder lay down on their stomachs and never got back up again, and then helped to slow down the pace of their companions behind them.

And the eight mortars, the distance of 62 or 300 meters is just right for them to let out a roar. Hundreds of fragments of shrapnel broke up with each burst of explosive shells, and the mountain roared like a tsunami over the heads of the indigenous soldiers, and the rain of blood set off was much more spectacular than the previous salvo.

Because shell fragments penetrate more than bullets! Broken limbs, chopped heads, mixed with a mist of blood like wind-blown blades, rose into the air, and the crowd of indigenous soldiers brushed and dwindled.

Several Dutch officer leaders who fell behind the cannon fodder also turned pale with fright. They did not expect that the firepower and counterattacks of the Chinese army would be so powerful.

The explosion tore limbs apart, and flesh mixed with burning mud and sand rose into the air.

"Get on the bayonet! Trumpet! On-"

The rear of the Dutch-Indian army. Robben's triumphant face turned iron-blue. "Pig-like stupid, stupid. Incorrigible yellow, skin monkey! Do they have sticks in their hands? It was a musket, a Mini-type musket. A musket that can hit the enemy with precision. ”

"Oh God. Why didn't they shoot? Why not fight back? Cowardice, cowards, a bunch of cowardly rats. ”

Robben, who had never really experienced war, scolded the indigenous soldiers, but he didn't make a decision at the first time. A major officer in his forties on the side couldn't wait. He saw that Robben had been scolding. What is most needed now is not swearing, but the next decision.

"Back in Batavia, Mr. Colonel, you can have plenty of time to punish them. But now you need to give the order as much as you can. What do we do next? Whether to increase the troops to block the defeated natives, or to collect the troops and retreat to the barracks first. Time is running out, and soon the rout will be back on our ground. ”

Robben's angry-filled head cleared up.

"Let our soldiers hold down the position! If those stupid pigs dare to storm the position, shoot me! Robben felt a little bad in his heart, he had to change this war, he didn't need the stain of defeat to accompany him.

"Let the remaining indigenous soldiers attack from the flank of the position and attack the flank of the rebels."

At the urging of the Dutch officer, the two thousand indigenous soldiers panicked from the front of the center of the position to the flank of the position. Robben used them as cannon fodder at the beginning, which was naturally placed in the center, and now it is transferred to the side, but it will take time.

This arrangement is appropriate. The experienced major officer nodded in agreement. But it's a pity, or it turns out that the current Dutch army is simply bad. Even the seemingly good senior major made a huge mistake on this point. They had all miscalculated the speed of the transfer of the indigenous soldiers. And now these indigenous soldiers are still a rabble trembling with fear.

He put them on the ground as if they had stood on the ground, and they did not appear, but they seemed to have some appearance. But as soon as you move, trouble comes straight in. The team structure was chaotic in an instant, and a transfer that could be completed in three or five minutes was not completed after directly dragging on for more than twice the time, and then it could not be completed directly. Because six or seven hundred defeated indigenous soldiers rushed directly into the midst of the confusion. gave Li Yongfei a great gift for nothing!

"Oh, oh, no—"

Whether it was Robben or the major officer with a face full of vicissitudes, they all closed their eyes painfully at this moment.

What should I do? What's next? Their brains are in shambles. Even Robben's heart now only has that incomparable worry, worried that his life will be accompanied by a huge stain after all.

"Chong, rush for me—" Li Yongfei laughed.

Stepping through the sea of corpses and blood, the Chinese soldiers who walked out of the smoke of gunpowder were laughing, these indigenous soldiers in front of them were in a mess, that was the fat meat they were allowed to slaughter.

"Kill, kill—"

"None of them will be left-" (to be continued......