1890 King of Southeast Asia

Wu Cheng, a squad leader of the first company of the second battalion of the first regiment of the Nanhua Army, joined the Nanhua Army during the second expansion of the army. As a civilian, he helped the Nanhua Army to capture the northern artillery fort as one of the guides. He traveled 300 kilometers with the first regiment.

At this time, Wu Cheng, as a squad leader, did not command a squad. His base had seven people, including him, divided into two combat groups, responsible for a trench of more than 30 meters and more than a dozen foxholes.

The Dutch attacked twice today. This was not their main attack direction, so the pressure was very small.

But the relaxation and happiness ended here. At 3 pm, the Dutch attacked for the third time, and the main attack direction was here.

"Quick! Get back to your position!" Wu Cheng shouted.

The seven people were divided into two combat groups. In addition to him, there was also a combat group leader.

Soon, six people walked out of the simple anti-artillery cave or the simple pit for rest.

"What's the situation?" The combat group leader was on duty last night and encountered two attacks in the morning. He went to bed at noon and didn't know what was going on now.

"The Dutch white dogs are coming up again. They look like Dutch colonial troops." Wu Cheng said.

"What do you mean?" There was still more than 200 meters away. The battle team leader stuck his head out and glanced a few times. He only saw people and could not tell the difference.

"You can tell from their formation that the ones at the back are so timid, forcing the ones in front to go up. It's a classic white dog chasing a native dog." Wu Cheng said.

"Really! These natives are really stupid. They are still working for the red-haired devils!" The battle team leader quickly stuck his head out, took a few glances, and then retracted it.

This is a standard tactical action, but it is too advanced for the natives. Looking at the Nanhua Army positions that occasionally stick out half of their heads, the superstitious natives trembled with their hands and feet.

Unfortunately, under the urging of the Dutch behind, they had to continue the attack.

"If they come up, shoot if you can reach them, and don't waste bullets if you can't reach them!" Wu Cheng said, picked up the rifle, and quietly stuck his head out from the reserved design position.

Aim and shoot.

Bang! The sound of gunfire came out with smoke.

Observe, withdraw, and a series of actions are completed within ten seconds.

It is not the time to fight to the death, so there is no need to stick to one place and shoot.

Moreover, the trenches are very deep. In the past two days, they have been dug to a width of 1.56 meters and a depth of 1.8 to 2 meters. Shallow places are mostly impossible to dig.

It is slanted in the direction of the Dutch, and there are places that can be stepped on. You can step on it and lie down to shoot.

There are trenches in movies and TV dramas that are so deep that you can only squat, but those are temporary trenches for field encounters. People squat and lie down to prepare for the attack. If you have to spend the night, who dares to do this? The observer squats in the trench all night?

Bang!

At a distance of more than 180 meters, Wu Cheng fired another shot and shot a native.

It can be seen that none of the natives who were shot died directly, probably because they did not focus on the fatal parts, but this person was already beyond saving. Wu Cheng did not look at the native struggling on the ground and began to look for the next target.

Bang!

Wu Cheng fired his gun very rhythmically, hitting one person every three shots on average, and the 11mm lead bullet basically meant death if it hit someone. If they didn't die at the time, they would have to undergo surgery later, and they would also have to take anti-infection and tetanus vaccines, otherwise they would still die.

In this regard, Liu Yiming provided the South China Army with sufficient logistical supplies. The wounded would have sufficient disinfectant alcohol, sulfonamide and tetanus vaccines, which were sufficient for the wounded. The field hospital also had morphine reserves for surgery.

One-third of the soldiers in the South China Army had received emergency treatment. Each company had a temporarily trained field doctor. The surgery was very neat, but the sutures were ugly, but at least they could save people.

The field hospital also gathered more than 30 Chinese and foreign doctors who were proficient in surgery collected from various cities. The wounded would eventually gather here, and the lightly wounded would also come here for further treatment after temporary treatment.

To be honest, after this battle, the level of surgical medicine in Java as a whole can be taken to a higher level!

On the other side, not to mention the natives, even the Dutch colonial army could not get sufficient medicine supply. They could only provide a certain amount of alcohol for disinfection. It would take many years for sulfa to be realized that it could be used to treat infection. At this time, it was still a dye.

There were not enough doctors. The price of tetanus vaccine was much more expensive than a native.

Bang!

The gunshot beside him brought Wu Cheng back to reality. He cursed himself secretly. Wu Cheng stuck his head out again and aimed at a native, but before he could shoot, he saw a Dutchman lying in a sneaky way.

Wu Cheng changed his target. A Dutchman was much more valuable than a native.

"There are few Dutchmen. If you kill one of them, you will feel sad for a long time! Kill more, and victory will not be far away!" This was what their company commander said when he encouraged the morale of each team before the battle.

Wu Cheng thought it made sense, so he chose to fight the Dutch.

Aim and pull the trigger.

Kata~

Wu Cheng then noticed that there were no bullets in the magazine.

He quickly retreated and patted his head. He could forget about this!

He quickly loaded the bullets and stuck his head out again.

Unfortunately, the Dutchman could not be found. Maybe he was hiding behind the rock? There was not much time to search for the target on the battlefield, especially when the distance was only more than 100 meters. The enemy might rush up if he hesitated.

Bang!

He hit another native. This was Wu Cheng's third hit. He scratched a short line on the butt of the gun and changed his place to continue searching for the target.

The entire Nanhua Army position was like this. The Nanhua soldiers, who were used to the rhythm of positional warfare, had become increasingly difficult to deal with. They could easily intercept several times more enemies without artillery fire from both sides.

In the company responsible for this direction, there were many skilled gunners like Wu Cheng, but their hit rate was lower than Wu Cheng.

Wu Cheng fired another shot and saw that the natives were about to rush up, so he quickly fired another shot, but unfortunately it missed again.

Shrugging his shoulders, Wu Cheng retreated into the trench, installed a bayonet on his gun, and looked forward through the observation port.

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A few whistling sounds came, and then several black shadows scattered in the native battle line. The results were not great. Even for the natives who did not know the essentials, six shells only caused more than a dozen casualties.

The natives rushed to a position about 20 meters in front of the position.

When Wu Cheng was about to fire a shot and start hand-to-hand combat.

A grenade flew out of the trench and landed among the natives.

The dozen natives in front of Wu Cheng also got six, which were the other six people in his stronghold.

Wu Cheng patted his head.

"Maybe it's time to take a break." Wu Cheng thought.

"Squad leader, are you okay?" Seeing that the Dutch retreated and the natives were in a panic, the combat team leader had the leisure to care about the squad leader.

"It's okay, just a little tired, just take a break." Wu Cheng said.

"Okay, then you go to sleep, my blanket is still in the cave, you can take it and wrap it together, it's quite cold at night." The combat team leader saw Wu Cheng's sallow face and said.

"Don't, it was you who kept watch yesterday, let's switch today, I'm fine, just two hours of sleep will be fine!" Wu Cheng insisted.

After sleeping for an hour, the worried combat team leader went to see Wu Cheng after repairing the fortifications.

Wu Cheng curled up in a ball, sweating profusely. Seeing this, the combat team leader was shocked and touched Wu Cheng's head, which was particularly hot.

"It's over..." The combat team leader looked outside and saw the soldiers passing by, and immediately shouted.

"Taozi, let everyone stay in the cave, don't walk around, don't take anything out, and don't let others come to us." After saying that, he returned and carried Wu Chengcheng out.

"Team leader, what happened to the squad leader?" The soldier named Taozi hadn't recovered yet, and saw the squad leader being carried out. After a closer look, he was almost scared.

"The squad leader has malaria, I'm sending him to the hospital now, tell everyone not to run around, this thing is contagious, I remember the hospital has medicine, wait for the doctor to be sent from above. Don't take anything out, even a piece of rice cake, a sip of water!" The combat team leader warned.

"Yes..." Taozi was so scared that his face turned pale, malaria, it's contagious!

Seeing the combat team leader carrying the squad leader away, Taozi also told everyone that the squad leader had malaria and was now being sent to the hospital.

The combat team leader came to the hospital and found that Wu Cheng was not the first person to get malaria. There were at least 20 or 30 more people who were receiving treatment in the hospital.

The doctor took Wu Cheng, but did not let the combat team leader go. Instead, he was forced to change his clothes and take a shower. He was wearing a loose hospital gown and was observed in the isolation area.

The tent in the isolation area was very large. The combat team leader lived alone in an empty tent. When he was still a little panicked, the door opened.

"Team leader!" Taozi, who opened the door, said in surprise. Although he didn't know what was so surprising.

"Why are you here too?" asked the combat team leader.

"The doctor said that this time it should be spread by mosquitoes. There is no problem with our water source and food. Mosquitoes bite people and spread the disease. We don't know if we are bitten. Come to the hospital and wait. Once the disease occurs, we will be treated." Taozi said honestly...

At this time, Wang Yang was talking about this with Wang Zhihui, the dean of the field hospital.

Wang Zhihui is an old Chinese medicine doctor, but he has also been exposed to Western medicine. He is proficient in internal and external medicine. Now he is in his sixties and is as strong as a middle-aged man.

"Dean, do we have enough medicine?" Wang Yang asked as he entered the room.

"Don't worry, Commander. Java can produce quinine. I brought a lot of it before I set off. It is more than enough to treat the current epidemic, but..." The dean hesitated.

"But what? Dean, I am an outsider. I will fully cooperate in this regard!" Wang Yang said.

"I think this malaria is caused by mosquito bites. It is fine at ordinary times. Just prevent and kill insects. The current situation is not easy. If we continue, I am afraid that more people will be bitten..." Wang Zhihui said.

Wang Yang heard the implication. Now the two armies are confronting each other. Prevent and kill insects, but how can we have so much energy to prevent and kill insects every day.

Wang Yang was silent for a while and asked.

"Is there any way to persist for a week?"

Wang Zhihui hesitated.

"Yes, but you have to arrange people to obey my command. And it is just to reduce the number of patients."

"That's fine, thank you..."

Wang Yang got up and left...