Captain Bergkamp was confident that he would lead his more than 70 soldiers to hold back the enemy's reinforcements for at least two and a half hours, not to mention that the downpour could come down at any time, which was not conducive to the attacker.

Nothing went according to Bergkamp's plan, and when reinforcements from Moresby arrived, they launched a skirmish, leaving behind a dozen corpses and retreating, a mountain beam covered with 95mm artillery fire, which was filled with smoke and rubble.

After three minutes of rapid fire, the ridge terrain was occupied in just one charge, and the Dutch defenders fled in disarray, leaving behind more than 40 corpses, and the mercenaries were already frightened by the heavy enemy fire.

In a word, it's too ferocious!

Not to mention two and a half hours, 20 minutes didn't hold up.

In this era of queuing to be shot, it is a great insult that European soldiers who advocate honor are not accustomed to digging trenches, building anti-artillery bunkers, and hiding in them like voles.

"Move quickly and occupy the village ahead, I hope to have at least a shelter from the wind and rain, so that the soldiers can at least sleep peacefully." The commander of the Fritz regiment gave an order.

The soldiers in front pursued quickly in a straggler line, spreading like a flood, and the tractor fleet in the rear rushed into Sandaoliang Village like a torrent of steel, loaded with soldiers and equipment.

By this time the Dutch soldiers had all fled into the jungle, running faster than rabbits.

Reinforcements from Moresby were greeted by a miserable crowd of villagers, with only about 180 people left standing, many of whom were suffering from injuries of varying severity.

The Fritz regiment had been through the smoke of war for a long time, and was indifferent to this miserable scene, and the soldiers killed and wounded in the Franco-Prussian War were often tens of thousands, and there were countless civilians.

"These villagers can move back to the rear, just leave a few guides who are willing to help, don't get in the way here, the heavy rain is coming soon, inform the soldiers to hurry into the house to take shelter from the rain." The commander of the Fritz regiment thought first of all about his own soldiers.

"Yes, right away." Hu Zhengzhong, the commander of the eighth battalion, saluted and accepted the order, and ran to carry it out.

More than 460 officers and soldiers of the 8th Battalion arrived at Sandaoliang Village, accompanied by 500 capable militiamen, plus regimental officers, guard platoons and artillery companies, totaling more than 1,100 people.

The Seventh Battalion and the remaining 300 militiamen stayed in Erdaoliang Village to hold on to the spot, and mobilized about 400 basic militiamen from more than 10 nearby villages and towns to form a certain defensive depth in the rear to prevent the enemy from breaking through quickly.

The Ninth Battalion, under the leadership of Deputy Regiment Commander Mo Rufeng, held on to the town of Moresby and guarded the rear.

After entering Sandaoliang Village, the officers and men rushed to carry weapons and baggage before the heavy rain fell, and entered the houses one after another to rest, boil some hot water and eat something, and recuperate their energy to prepare for battle.

The militia sent a team of men to remove the corpses, collect the weapons and equipment left behind by the Dutch soldiers, and arranged for some villagers to evacuate with the empty tractor team, leaving only more than 30 young people who volunteered to fight the invaders, and Qi Feng handed over the weapons left by the Dutch soldiers to them for use.

The more strength you have to resist, the more chance you have of winning.

After some busyness, the returning tractor team just left the entrance of Sandaoliang Village, the pouring rain fell, and in a blink of an eye, the world was white, and the tractor team was suddenly drenched like a chicken in soup, and could only slow down and move forward on the mountain trail.

The fire was quickly extinguished, leaving only the blackened ruins of the blackened ruins standing alone in the rain, which was a criminal evidence of the enemy's brutality.

The rain washed away a large area of blood on the field road, mixed with muddy water and washed into the stream, because of the torrential rain in the mountains, the originally turbulent stream became stronger and stronger, making a loud "boom" sound.

Captain Fritz stood in the wooden stilted building, frowning and observing the terrain everywhere, the geographical location of Sandaoliang Village made him feel very bad.

The entire village is built along the stream, in the shape of a loose strip, between the stream and the forest.

This means that the Dutch army fought out of the forest, and the eight battalions had to fight with their backs, and the only way to retreat was a wooden bridge built in the village, which was too dangerous.

"Who built this village and why did it build it here?"

"We asked the villagers about this, because the south bank of the stream was originally a semi-sloping land, which was not suitable for cultivating crops, so the village was built after leveling, and the north bank of the stream was a large fertile alluvial plain, and they were reluctant to occupy arable land, so they ......," replied the regimental staff officer.

"So the fuck was built here, it's like...... Stupid, idiot, bastard. "Captain Fritz finally couldn't help but curse, crossed his waist and turned around twice in the stilted building, and the raging fire in his heart was still difficult to quench;" This is simply the best resting place for the attacking enemy, so that they can have a good rest without suffering from the sun and rain, and put us in a dangerous place, in case this wooden bridge is lost, my eight battalions will be all dumplings. ”

"Report to the group, this stream at the edge of the village has a sharp rise after the rain, and the water potential can recede in most of the day, and it can return to normal after a day and a half, and you can wade across the river at that time, and the shallow water upstream is about waist-deep."

"Don't think about it so perfectly, maybe it's going to rain every day, who knows when it will stop?"

"What the group said is that it is a poor consideration of the lowly position."

"I really want to burn down this damn village, which is less than 800 meters south of the forest, and the Dutch can take it with a single charge, and it will take less than five minutes." Captain Fritz turned into a resentful woman at this moment, and she had to pour out her unhappiness, and she couldn't help complaining;

"God, save us, after we've been driven across the stream, these damned Dutchmen can take over the village, drink coffee in the dry, cool stilted huts, and watch us go mad in the wilderness on the other side of the stream from the endless rainstorms, and they just send a platoon to guard the little wooden bridge. Fools know that without clean drinking water and dry beds, soldiers will collapse after soaking in muddy water for a few days, abdominal pain, diarrhea, snorting, malaria will all come to their door, and the troops will be crushed by the epidemic of the tropical jungle. ”

After chattering endlessly, Captain Fritz stared at the white rain curtain and became more and more uneasy, as if the enemy would rush in the next moment, this kind of terrain has no sense of security at all, what must be done?

He gave it a serious thought;

It is stupid to dig trenches in such rainforest areas, which will quickly turn into muddy puddles, in which the soldiers will fall in less than half a day.

The muddy water in the tropics is full of bacteria, insect eggs, germs and locusts, which can quickly make the skin of the body red, swollen and inflamed, and the bite of an unknown insect can festering and forming sores.

It is also impossible to build a strong fortress, one time does not allow, and the second is full of rotten muddy water, and it is impossible to build a solid wall at all.

Only in a dry area underneath the stilted building could a breastwork be built as a fulcrum for a solid defense.

The bamboo wall above the stilted building is as weak as paper in the face of bullets, which can only provide some psychological comfort, and in essence, it has no effect at all, and hiding in it to fight is equivalent to sending them to death.

The head of the regiment, Fritz, remembered the timber yard he saw when he entered the village, and hurriedly asked; "There's a lumber yard in the village, right?"

"Yes, Lord Tuanza, this is the log that Sandaoliang Village cut down from the mountains in order to build a stilted building, and now there are more than 200 left, and they repelled the enemy's three attacks on the basis of the timber yard, of course, they also paid a heavy price."

"Great, this is the only good news I've heard when I've come to this village."

Captain Fritz immediately became excited, he saw the surprised eyes of the regimental officers, and realized that everyone might be mistaken, but now he had no time to explain; "No, no, no, I'm not talking about this, I'm referring to the logs cut down from the mountains, when the rain is a little lighter, immediately organize everyone to renovate these stilted houses, build a breastwork with logs under the stilted buildings, and then dig at least a foot thick of earth to cover them, remember not to let muddy water penetrate into them, I want to make every stilted house a strong fortress, if there is not enough wood, demolish the houses, and tear down all the houses that affect the shooting vision, and those bamboo fences are all demolished, we need to go forward 300 meters to build a few solid fulcrums, It is also necessary to establish a strong fulcrum on the north bank of the stream to form a solid defense system......"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and he slammed the table and shouted; "Great, we'll do it."

There were only about 50 Dutch soldiers left in the rainforest, and soon after they fled into the jungle, a torrential downpour of rain came.

Raindrops the size of beans smashed on the trees, shrubs, vines and leaves shattered, and the dense tropical jungle seemed to be haunted by dreamlike rain and fog, obstructing sight and sound, and becoming extremely dangerous.

There is no road in the vast jungle, and it is impossible to discern the direction in the rain and fog, and when you turn your face, you will lose the trace of your companions, and you will scatter as you walk......

When Captain Bergkamp arrived at the engineer camp exhausted with his men, there were only seven or eight soldiers scattered around him.

In the military tent

In the middle of a marching pot was boiling hot coffee, and Captain Bergkamp was drenched, draped in a thin blanket, and his face looked a little pale and nervous; "It's horrible, it's horrible."

"Mr. Captain, what the hell is going on? Why are there only so many of your men left, and where are the rest of the soldiers? ”

"They have been devoured by the devil, this boundless green devil."

"Green Devil?"

"Yes sir, they are everywhere, and the slightest negligence will make you lose sight of anything, it's terrible."

Lieutenant Colonel Schmeichel looked at the captain with a gloomy face, knowing that he had been frightened by the tropical jungle, and that if this man could not overcome fear, he would be useless.

Now that the rain is getting heavier and heavier, the construction of the sappers can only be forced to stop, and everything will be said until the rain stops.

From the joy of landing in the morning to now being trapped in the steamer-like jungle, Lieutenant Colonel Schmeichel was in a terrible mood.

This recklessness full of green eyes is like a green hell from the forest, it is really impossible to get out when you walk in, from early morning to now the engineer battalion has lost 6 officers and soldiers, and now the pouring rain is coming, and the hope of being able to return is even slimmer.