1890 King of Southeast Asia

1898 passed peacefully.

At the end of February 1899, the beginning of the year of Yi Hai in the lunar calendar.

In the vast jungles of the Luzon Islands covered by rainforests, the sound of modern civilization was heard...

Boom boom boom...

Squeak~

Boom boom boom~~

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A green steel behemoth rushed out of the jungle, with traces of rivets on the front, sharp edges and corners, rough processing style, and two unreasonable tracks - it was a tank.

Half of the body was exposed on the roof. If nothing unexpected happened, it was the commander. The three white numbers 001 were painted on the gun barrel and turret.

The commander observed that the nearby field of vision was relatively wide and it was not easy to be attacked by the locals. He held the hatch and kicked the driver with his foot, and the tank stopped.

"Take a break and check it by the way!" After the engine stopped, the commander said to the crew who took off their headphones.

The crew members wearing only shorts came out one after another, wiped the sweat off their bodies, and then checked the vehicle body, especially the tracks.

"Boss, there is no one here, why are we running around?" A young man of 17 or 18 years old drank two sips of water fiercely and complained to the driver who was still on guard at the hatch.

"You wild donkey, you work after drinking, and take a break after work. Why do you have to be uncomfortable?" The driver's voice was very loud, as if he was yelling at someone.

The young man called the wild donkey was not annoyed, and took a hammer to check the tracks.

"We have patrolled a radius of five kilometers and found no traces of local villages. There should be no locals in this area." The driver sat under the shade of the tree, picking up a banana leaf from somewhere and fanning himself.

"Wait for the second car to come up, there is still a short distance, and we will go back after the patrol." The driver drank a sip of water and didn't say much.

About half an hour later, the rumbling sound sounded again.

"The No. 2 tank is here, let them rest for a while." The commander looked at the sun above his head, which was blazing hot on the ground. It was time to rest for a while.

Another tank emerged from the jungle along the path created by the tank and stopped next to the No. 1 tank.

"Platoon leader, what's wrong?" The commander of the No. 002 tank shouted: "Is the track broken?"

"Shut up your crow mouth, why are you so slow?" The commander of the No. 1 tank shouted.

It seems that the tank soldiers have loud voices.

"The left driving wheel is deformed. It's only been a few hundred kilometers. The technology of the second factory is not good. It took half a day to replace the driving wheel." The key parts of the T1 tank are carried, including two driving wheels, a section of track, engine parts, etc.

The road wheels must be replaced with the assistance of large machinery. There is no way in the field, but if one road wheel is broken and the track is fine, it can still be driven, but the track is useless.

Every qualified tank soldier is a qualified mechanic, because the T1 type has too many minor problems.

"Squad leader Qi, do you still have tracks? We don't have enough tracks." The 17-18-year-old gunner and loader shouted.

"So many broken ones?" The commander of the No. 1 vehicle frowned.

"I only have one section, you should save it." The commander of the No. 2 vehicle was a little reluctant. Tank tracks are consumables, and they are replaced every 100 kilometers.

After bragging and chatting for a long time, the two tanks restarted the engines and started the last part of this mission.

There was not much communication during the driving process. Because the engine noise was too loud, everyone wore earplugs. In the jungle, there was only the roar of the tank engine and the noise of mechanical friction.

In half an hour, the two vehicles drove several kilometers again. Suddenly, the commander of the No. 1 vehicle saw black smoke rising in the distance.

Bang bang bang!

He raised his left hand high, and then kicked the driver with his right foot.

The crew members took off their earplugs, "There is cooking smoke in the left front!" The commander yelled into the car, and then gestured to the No. 2 vehicle to follow me.

"Check the ammunition and prepare for battle."

Boom boom boom...

The two tanks moved forward to the left front side together, pressing a road in the jungle.

The smoke from cooking could be seen, and the distance was not far. The road was difficult to travel, and it took more than ten minutes for the two tanks to see the village.

It was built with thatch and mud, cylindrical, and the roof was conical, a typical local building.

Seeing the village through the observation port, the driver also took off his earplugs, and the language expression in the battle was clearer.

"Speed ​​up!" The driver kicked the driver and shouted.

The No. 1 and No. 2 vehicles were one after the other, and the speed was increased to 15 kilometers at the same time, approaching the village quickly.

The people in the village heard the sound of the tank engine, and they all curiously stuck their heads out, and then immediately retreated.

"Load! Prepare for battle!" The driver retreated into the car, closed the hatch, observed through the observation port, and gave the position to the gunner.

After pressing a button, the loud speaker behind the tank began to broadcast: "We are the rulers of Luzon. Do not resist and accept our management..." The local language began to play.

Bang!

The first person who got the musket fired at the tank. The huge green smoke showed that his gunpowder was of good quality. If he could have fought the Spaniards two hundred years ago.

"Fire!" The commander shouted while operating the coaxial machine gun. This was also the reason why he sat down. It was too crowded for four people to sit in this car.

Dongdongdongdong...

Different from the Maxim's sound, this is Nanhua's first generation of air-cooled machine guns, using an air-cooled sleeve mode, a short barrel recoil principle, and a firing rate of 100-600.

But the 300-round firing rate can only last for three minutes, and the extreme rapid firing can only last for one minute.

Boom!

boom!

The naval 47 gun was installed on the tank. Fortunately, the naval type at this time only had a longer barrel and a little thicker, and the mechanized turret was definitely not available.

Squeak squeak squeak...

The No. 2 vehicle chose to turn and accelerate, lined up with the No. 1 vehicle, and rushed towards the village.

"Devil! They are devils!"

The locals were stunned by the rapid firepower, and the muskets could only leave a white mark. Looking at the steel behemoth in front of them, fear overwhelmed everything, discarded everything that could be discarded, and ran into the jungle.

Boom...

The tank knocked down the wooden wall and rushed into this tribal village. The electric loudspeaker was still playing the local language in a loop, demanding surrender.

Boom... Boom... Boom...

The sound of machine guns was not fast or slow. From the moment the first musket fired, this village was destined to disappear.

Half an hour later, the survivors who did not have time to escape were gathered in the open space in the center of the village.

Hatred had already arisen, and only a few of them could survive.

"There are not enough people. Tie them up and clear out the unstable factors, except for those we need." The driver looked around and saw that there were more than a hundred survivors, mostly the elderly, the weak, women and children, with fear or hatred in their eyes.

The young and strong had abandoned everything and fled to the forest. He had seen this kind of thing many times. Before long, most of them would die in the jungle without any supplies, and the remaining lucky ones could spread fear.

Finally, the driver left the village with six beautiful women and all the gold and silver utensils he had found.

All the remaining supplies were burned by a big fire, but the farmland was still there, becoming baits. It was not very tempting at this time, but it would be different when their living space was further compressed.

………

At about six o'clock in the evening, two tanks returned to the camp, a small town under construction.

After sending the spoils to the logistics department, the driver came to a small wooden house.

"Company commander!" He pushed open the door directly, and there was a man staring at a book inside.

"Zhengyu is here, sit down." The company commander looked up and said kindly.

"The five-kilometer radius has been cleared, and the engineers can start repairing the road tomorrow." Liao Zhengyu said, leaving the tank, and his voice was finally controlled.

"Okay! Then your platoon will take a vacation first, I'll give you... two days! Only two days, now the manpower is tight..." The company commander explained.

"Thank you, company commander!" Liao Zhengyu knew that the company commander took care of them. If they only rested for one day and spent most of the day maintaining the tank, it would actually be the same as not resting.

"What else do you have to do?" The company commander looked at Liao Zhengyu who was hesitant.

"Company commander, we are unarmed..." Liao Zhengyu hesitated for a long time, but still said, "We are... not afraid of retribution for attacking these unarmed people?"

"Zhengyu!" The company commander sighed, "I know you feel bad, I feel bad too, but you have to know that we are driving tanks now. When we were unarmed before, they never thought of showing mercy to us..."

It is said that Americans have been miserably treated, but in fact, the worst are those in Southeast Asia and Latin America. Even if Americans are miserable, they are still playing within their civilization (discrimination is part of their civilization...). Southeast Asia and Latin America's treatment of the Chinese is done with real swords and guns!

When they are not in charge, they can still hate the colonizers and say that the colonizers are instigating. When they are in charge, the scale is larger, the means are more cruel, and the duration is longer!

"Zhengyu, I know you have studied Confucianism for two years, why do you want to join the army?" asked the company commander.

"I... fight for more land for my descendants..." Liu Yiming said this, and he believed it, including now, but the killing blinded him.

"What if I am covered in blood and go to the eighteenth level of hell? Are you waiting for the enemy's knife to chop your neck, waiting for your wife and daughter to be insulted, waiting for your children to be boiled, waiting for the destruction of the country and the extinction of the race! You still want to fight for that illusory afterlife?" the company commander asked.

Liao Zhengyu was even more confused and looked at the company commander.

"We are taking revenge, it owes us a blood debt, blood debt should be paid with blood, it is only natural, you! You should go to school to study, you are educated and know how to think for yourself,

but your little education has bound your mind, I have a few books here, I will give you a week off, read more, and write a review for me." The company commander slapped his head and felt tired.

He was not afraid of his subordinates being uneducated, nor was he afraid of his subordinates being educated, but he was afraid of this kind, who had a certain education, but learned the knowledge of moral gentlemen.

"I heard a saying from the Führer. It was in 1990. We had hundreds of people but only a hundred guns and black powder martinis.

The Führer said: When will the cycle of revenge end? Let's be merciful when we can." The company commander looked at Liao Zhengyu, and Liao Zhengyu also looked at the company commander, his eyes revealing: I really want to hear it, please tell me quickly.

The company commander grinned: "Then we killed a tribe of more than 10,000 people, leaving no one alive. I still remember its name, Hassan."

"Later I asked the Führer, isn't it better to be merciful when we can?"

The company commander looked strange.

"The Führer said: You're going to eat the cycle of revenge? You have to avenge it before you can be merciful, right?"

After that, the company commander laughed alone, while Liao Zhengyu looked confused.

"But..." Liao Zhengyu wanted to refute something.

"Can revenge be taken in nine generations? Even in a hundred generations!" The company commander stood up and recited in an excited tone.

A heroic spirit mixed with coldness rushed from Liao Zhengyu's feet to the top of his head.

"And this is not the time for us to play the modest gentleman set. When our great China stands at the top of the world's nations again, you can play whatever you want. Now, soldiers!" The company commander shouted.

"Here!" Liao Zhengyu stood still subconsciously.

"You have a week to finish reading these three books and write your review. Now, turn around! Start~ Go!" The company commander drove Liao Zhengyu out.

Having said that, it depends on whether Liao Zhengyu can figure it out by himself. He is a good seedling with a high talent for tank command and strong execution. But if he can't figure it out, it is the best choice to transfer to other places as soon as possible.

………

Liao Zhengyu returned to the barracks and found that the other four tank commanders in his platoon were waiting for him in the room.

"Boss!"

"What's wrong, boss?"

"Boss, I left a roast chicken for you."

"Don't listen to him, he just got the chicken from the canteen, and the people in the kitchen are still cursing."

"I went to the company commander. Our platoon has two days off. Tomorrow we will have a full-body checkup on the tanks, and the day after tomorrow we can go out and play. No drinking and no going too far from the barracks." Liao Zhengyu brought them good news. Looking at his brothers, he felt much better.

After a while of bragging, everyone left him a roast chicken without wings and drumsticks and left.

Liao Zhengyu shook his head at the roast chicken and took out the four books given by the company commander.

The first one is "General History of Nationalities·Introduction"

The second one is "History of Nanhua·1279-1897"

The third one is "Theory of Evolution·Survival of the Fittest. "

Opening the first book, Liao Zhengyu understood everything, and even more clearly, after all, he had attended a private school for a few years. The second book, which I read for a while, is a record of the history of Chinese in Southeast Asia, including the former glory, and a large section describing the hatred between the colonizers and the locals.

The third book had a huge impact on Liao Zhengyu's worldview. It was a sleepless night...

...

"Holiday! Is that it? It's meaningless." Che Shouguang was lying under a tree, complaining to Wang Jia who was fishing.

This camp had just been built, and even if it was a holiday, he had nowhere to play, and he was energetic.

Wang Jia was the driver of the No. 1 vehicle, and Che Shouguang was the gunner and loader.

"You really have so much energy and nowhere to vent it. There are so many women in the logistics department, you can buy one as a concubine..." Wang Jia couldn't stand it.

The spoils were handed over to the logistics department, but they were allowed to be sold to meritorious soldiers. The logistics department would also build a small wooden house for you, but you couldn't go there on weekdays, but you could go there on vacation.

"This... isn't good..." Che Shouguang immediately became awkward, which made Wang Jia feel sick.

"You don't have enough experience, but you have enough missions, and you have a family. If you want, you can, but take care of yourself and don't break the rules, otherwise you will lose everything and no one will care about you." In order to relieve pressure and increase population, this method is allowed, but there are strict regulations. qqxδnew

Wartime discipline is an iron rule, and you can't take a vacation during normal times. There is nothing else. On the contrary, if you buy a concubine, you can take a half-day vacation a week.

"Brother Wang~" Che Shouguang asked in a very greasy tone: "What's the process, how much is it?"

"Ten yuan, you go directly, did you like it yesterday? Just tell me who you like, don't disgust me here."

"Okay..." Che Shouguang did like it, and left in a hurry.

Wang Jia looked at his back and shook his head: "Young man!"

The title of post-war development is written to ten, and then it is the Anglo-Boer War.