Hearing the words of the indigenous soldier, many soldiers took out the dry food in their bags and handed it to the mother who was holding the baby in her arms, unlike their numb compatriots who were still in the Manchu-controlled area, these indigenous soldiers already had the concept of Great China in their minds. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The indigenous soldiers who were rushing to Dongwanlu also changed into local Chinese costumes, which meant that they did not carry rucksacks, which can hold a large amount of supplies, and they only had one person tied into a bag of homespun cloth.

Bullets, first aid supplies, dry rations, and water bottles were all piled up in this baggage, leaving little room for the soldiers to carry dry food. In a region that has been plundered repeatedly, such a piece of dry food mixed with butter, peanuts, sugar, and flour is not worth much less than a piece of dog's head gold.

Therefore, the fact that the indigenous soldiers were able to hand out dry food to a Chinese woman shows that they have a new understanding of the word "compatriots", and they know that not only those Chinese who stay in their hometown thousands of miles away are their compatriots, but also these Chinese people in Nanyang are also their compatriots.

"Leave some people to shelter and protect Chinese women and children, and all illegal acts against Chinese people will be considered crimes, no matter who the perpetrators are!" Lu Xiaobei whispered to the indigenous officer who led the team, saying that it was inconvenient for her to give orders directly to a medical soldier in her external capacity.

According to the information provided by Liang Luyi, there were about 3,000 mercenaries entrenched in the stronghold of the Dutch East India Company in East Wanlu, which also had stone-built fortifications and fortifications. The vanguard of the indigenous forces was not heavily armed, and it was difficult to deal with the Dutch mercenaries hiding in the strongholds.

"Chief, are you sure you want to stay? It would slow down our march, as we still had mortars and a lot of shells. The officer whispered to Lu Xiaobei.

"Carry out the order, the vanguard has no heavy weapons, at most it has just let the Dutch go, and there is no ship to meet them, where can they run? There is only one dead end to go to the outback! Lu Xiaobei said.

The Dutch mercenaries of Dong Wanlu hurried away because they had the opportunity to seize Lu Xiaobei's division of troops in order to maintain order, and they were trying to transport away the looted property from the Chinese.

After a full day and a night's delay, the commander of the Dutch mercenaries found that the group of unknown people outside the stronghold had not received any reinforcements. And this stronghold in East Wanlu was not completely blocked, and the Dutch in the stronghold could still get in touch with the outside world.

Could it be that the information received by those senior staff members in advance was wrong? Although these men are well-trained and well-equipped, they are limited in number and have no heavy weapons for siege, and they don't even have enough men to besiege us, so perhaps I can hold this stronghold.

However, the Dutch mercenary commander quickly gave up his ridiculous idea, and the four water-cooled heavy machine guns of the indigenous troops left too much impression on him, well, it should be too bloody! With just one face, he reduced the number of his team by 20 percent, and he knew very well that his rabble-made team was more than a little bit worse than his opponent in terms of equipment and training.

What can you do if you keep the law of the East? The big guys have obviously lost the battle with the back master of the opposing army, and we are just abandoned pawns. The value of our existence may be to buy time for the big guys to run away, or to stay and vent people's anger, well, that's pretty much the truth, the Dutch mercenary commander thought to himself.

Despite the decision to withdraw from Eastern Manyu, the seemingly strong fortifications of the stronghold and the immobility of the opponents slowed down the pace of the Dutch's flight. Having recovered from the panic of being shot by water-cooled heavy machine guns, the Dutch began to worry about how much loot they had to take with them.

As the mercenaries at the bottom, they were reluctant to give up too many things, gold, silver, fine porcelain and silk from the homeland of these Chinese thousands of miles away, and they found that they needed more ox carts after they started packing carts.

When the first mortar shell of the morning fell, the Dutch mercenaries found themselves no longer struggling with what to do, and reinforcements had arrived.

To be precise, the adversary had blocked both gates of the Dutch East Indies' stronghold in East Manlaw last night. Recalling the heavy machine-gun fire the day before yesterday, the Dutch came to the conclusion that it was impossible for them to rush through the gate to get out of here.

Even more terrible news is that the opponent has artillery! A cannon that has a range far greater than those cannons on its own turrets! When the enemy's shelling had already caused their own casualties, the Dutch sentries on the watchtower could not find the enemy's artillery position.

In fact, the range of these self-saved 80-mm mortars was not much further than that of the cannons on the Dutch batteries, which only took advantage of the curved trajectory. The artillery of the indigenous troops fired shells into the stronghold in a clearing in the woods outside the stronghold, and they did not need to see the target at all, but only followed the Zhuyuan reported by the observer to deliver the shells accurately to the heads of the Dutch.

There was a strange bang followed by a powerful explosion, and the Dutch mercenaries were bombarded by the shells that had somehow crossed their walls. The Dutch began to hide from the shelling in the sturdy stone fortifications, but the ox carts they had worked so hard to get back were left to be shelled in the clearing.

By the time the native artillerymen stopped shelling in order to cool the barrels, there were no more intact ox carts left in the Dutch stronghold. Although not every shelling hit the ox cart, the explosion drove the farm animals into a frenzy, and they stumbled around the colony with red eyes. When the Dutch had to shoot them, they found out that they had caused no less damage than those shells that fell.

After being beaten by the enemy's invisible artillery, the Dutch finally understood that it was impossible for them to hold the stronghold. The cannons in the semi-open turrets could only be destroyed by their opponents without a single shot, and without them, what would they use to resist the enemy's terrible bursting weapons?

Breakthrough! We can only abandon our belongings and avoid the avenue and run to the jungle, well, run to the jungle after dark, the opponent is not more familiar with the jungle than we are. As long as there is a life, the property can be robbed again, and there are Chinese people in West Borneo who have accumulated a lot of wealth, the commander of the Dutch mercenaries thought to himself.

"We've brought some stuff from the bilge of the 'Zhenyuan' ship, the wind is now in our favor, it's a good time to experiment, do you want to have a few rounds?" Jin Peng said after feeling the direction of the wind with his water-soaked fingers.

"Oh, which one did you bring?" Lu Xiaobei asked.

"Special Bomb No. 1." Jin Peng replied.

"Then let's do it, a grenade fired from a mortar can't break their turtle shell." Lu Xiaobei said.