Captain Borgkamp was confident that he would lead more than 70 soldiers under his command to block the enemy reinforcements for at least two and a half hours, not to mention that the downpour might come down at any time, which was even more unfavorable to the attacking party.

Everything was not carried out according to the plan of Borgkamp ascending power. After the reinforcements from Moresby arrived, they immediately launched a small-scale attack. After leaving behind more than a dozen bodies, they were covered with violent 95mm artillery fire, which made smoke and dust fly.

After three minutes of rapid fire, the ridge terrain was occupied in just one round of charge. The Dutch defenders left more than 40 bodies and fled in a panic. The mercenaries were already frightened by the enemy's fierce artillery fire.

In a word, it's too cruel!

Not to mention two and a half hours, I couldn't hold on for 20 minutes.

In this era of queuing and shooting, European soldiers who advocate honor are not used to digging trenches, building anti-aircraft shelters, and hiding in them like voles is simply a great insult.

"Every quickly to occupy the village ahead. I hope there is at least a place to shelter from the wind and rain so that the soldiers can sleep at least." Commander Fritz gave the order.

The soldiers in the front rushed to chase them in a scattered line, spreading like a flood. The tractor fleet in the rear rushed into Sandaoliang Village like a torrent of steel, loaded with soldiers and equipment.

At this moment, all the Dutch soldiers had fled into the jungle and ran faster than rabbits.

The miserable villagers were greeted by the Moresby reinforcements. Only more than 180 people were able to stand, and many of them were still injured in varying degrees of gravity.

The commander of the Fritz regiment was indifferent to these miserable scenes after the war. The soldiers killed and injured in the Franco-Prussian War were often thousands and tens of thousands of civilians. He had already developed a stern heart and ordered;

"These villagers can retreat back to the rear and leave a few guides willing to help. Don't get in the way here. Heavy rain is coming soon. Tell the soldiers of the army to go into the house to shelter from the rain." The first thing the leader of the regiment Fritz considered was his own soldiers.

"Yes, execute it immediately." The eighth battalion commander Hu Zhengzhong stood at the throne and accepted the order and ran to execute it.

Arriving at Sandaolliang Village were more than 460 officers and soldiers from the Eighth Battalion, accompanied by 500 capable militiamen. Together with the regiment headquarters, the guard platoon and artillery company, there were about 1,100 people.

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

Under the leadership of deputy regiment commander Mo Rufeng, the Ninth Battalion defended Moresby Town and defended the rear.

After entering Sandaoliang Village, the officers and soldiers carried weapons and supplies before the heavy rain fell, entered the houses to rest one after another, burned some hot water and ate some food, and kept their energy to prepare for battle.

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

The more force of fighting, the more chance of winning.

After some busyness, the returning tractor fleet had just left the entrance of Sandaoliang Village. Heavy rain fell. In a blink of an eye, the world was covered in white. The tractor fleet was immediately soaked like a chicken that could only slow down and move forward on the mountain path.

Heavy rain enveloped the stilt house that was burning. Large areas of white mist and water rose, and the sound of bamboo and wood bursting like a cannon was heard. The fire was quickly extinguished, leaving only the broken walls and ruins that were burned black, standing alone in the rain. This is evidence of accusing the enemy of brutal behavior.

The rain washed away the large bloodstains spread across the fields and rushed into the stream with mud. Due to the heavy rain in the mountains, the originally turbulent stream became increasingly heavy, making a loud "rumbling" sound.

Commander Fritz stood in a wooden stilt house, frowned and observed the terrain everywhere. The geographical location of Sandaoliang Village made him feel very bad.

The entire village is built along the stream, with loose long strips located between the stream and the forest.

This means that the Dutch army fought out of the forest, and the Eighth Battalion had to fight back and forth, 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 be built here?"

"Reporting to the group, we once asked the villagers about this. Because the south bank of the stream was originally a half-slope and was not suitable for cultivating crops, the village was built after leveling. The north bank of the stream was full of large fertile alluvial plains, and they were reluctant to occupy the cultivated land, so..." The chief staff officer of the regiment headquarters replied.

"So he built it here, it's simply... stupid, idiot, bastard." Captain Fritz finally couldn't help but curse, and turned around the stilt house with his waist for a few rounds. A blazing flame in his heart was still hard to calm down. "This is simply the best resting place for the attacking enemies, so that they can rest without having to bear the pain of sun and rain, and put us in a dangerous place. If something goes wrong with this wooden bridge, my eighth camp will have dumplings."

"Reporting the group, the water flow surged after the rain in this stream next to the village. Normally, the water level can retreat within half a day, and it can return to normal after one and a half days. At that time, you can wade across the river, and the shallow water upstream is about waist-deep."

"Don't think so perfect. This ghost weather may rain every day. Who knows when it will stop?"

"What the troupe said is that he is not considering his position well."

"I really want to burn this damn village. The forest is less than 800 meters south of this village. The Dutch can capture this place with just one charge. It takes only 5 minutes." Commander Fritz turned into a resentful woman at this moment and had to express his unhappiness. He couldn't help but complain;

"God, save us. After we were driven through the stream, these damn Dutch people could naturally occupy the village, drink fragrant coffee in the dry and cool stilt house, and watch us go crazy by endless rainstorms in the wilderness across the stream, and they just need to send a row to guard the small wooden bridge. Fools know that without clean drinking water and no dry beds, soldiers will collapse if they soak in mud and water for a few days, and they will all come to their doors, and the troops will be defeated by the epidemic in the tropical jungle."

After chatting, Commander Fritz became more and more uneasy when he stared at the white rain curtain, as if the enemy would rush in the next moment. There was no sense of security in this terrain. What must we do?

He thought it seriously;

It is foolish to dig trenches in such tropical rainforest areas. The trenches will soon turn into mud puddles, and the soldiers will fall down after soaking in them for less than a long time.

The mud and water in the tropical areas is full of various bacteria, insect eggs, bacteria and leeches, which will soon make the body's skin red, swollen and inflamed. Unknown insects ulcerate and ulcer after biting, which makes people chill.

It is impossible to build a solid fortress. One time does not allow it, and the second is full of rotten mud and water, which cannot be consolidated in the construction of the wall.

Only when there is a dry place under the stilt house can a chest wall be built as a fulcrum for a stable defense.

The bamboo wall above the stilt house is as weak as paper in front of the gun, which can only provide some psychological comfort, but it has no effect in essence. Hiding in it is equivalent to dying.

Commander Fritz remembered the timber yard he saw when he entered the village and asked quickly, "Is there a timber yard in the village?"

"Yes, Lord Tuanzuo, this is the logs cut from the mountains in Sandaoliang Village to build a stilt house. There are more than 200 left. They have repelled the enemy's three attacks based on the timber yard. Of course, they have also paid a heavy price."

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

Commander Fritz immediately became excited. He saw the surprised eyes of the officers of the regiment headquarters, and realized that everyone might have misunderstood, but now he had no time to explain. "No, no, no, I am not talking about this. I mean those logs cut from the mountains. When the rain is a little lighter, immediately organize everyone to transform these stilt houses, build a chest wall under the stilt house with logs, and then dig at least one foot of soil to cover them. Remember not to let mud and water penetrate in. I want to turn every stilt house into a solid fortress. If there is not enough wood, demolish the houses and demolish all the houses that affect the shooting horizon, and remove the bamboo fences. We need to go 300 meters ahead to establish several solid fulcrums, and also establish a solid fulcrum on the north bank of the stream to form a stable defense system..."

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and slapped the table hard and shouted, "That's great, we're just doing it."

There were only more than 50 Dutch soldiers who retreated into the rain forest. Shortly after they fled into the jungle, heavy rain came unexpectedly.

The raindrops as big as beans hit big trees, the bushes, the vines and leaves became shattered, and the dense tropical jungle seemed to be lingering in the dreamy rain fog, blocking vision and sound, and becoming extremely dangerous.

There is no road in the vast jungle, and the direction cannot be distinguished in the rain and fog. When you turn your face, you will lose your companion's traces and disperse as you walk...

When Captain Borgkamp led his men to the engineer camp exhausted, there were only seven or eight soldiers surrounded by him.

In the military tent

A marching pot in the middle was boiling hot coffee, Captain Borgkamp was soaked, covered in a thin blanket, and looked pale and nervous; "It's so scary, it's so scary."

"Sir Captain, what happened? Why are you so few people left in your men, and where are the other soldiers?"

"They were swallowed by the devil, and it was this boundless green devil."

"Green Devil?"

"Yes, they are everywhere. With a little carelessness, you will not even swallow anything you can't find. It's so terrible."

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

Now the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the construction of the engineers can only be stopped. Everything will be discussed until the rain stops.

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

This green wilderness with green eyes is like a green hell, and I really can't get out when I walk in. From the early morning to now, six officers and soldiers have been lost in the engineering camp. Now that heavy rain is coming, the hope of returning is even more slim.
Chapter completed!