Australian Storm 1876

  Chapter 234 Bloody Resistance

   "Papa Papa......"

  After two rounds of dull gunfire, the two hand-held tractors driving behind were shot in succession. The tractor roared into the ditch by the roadside and overturned, splashing a large amount of water.

  The tractors in front ran away, "Du Du Du Du" braved the black smoke and drove far.

  Captain Bergkamp coldly inserted the command knife into the scabbard and ordered the Dutch soldiers to scatter and pursue the villagers. He himself led a group of soldiers to attack the village.

  The Royal Dutch Army is a war-fighting Nordic force. After being attacked by the reconnaissance company's advance team, it immediately realized that the engineers were digging the road in the right direction, and the front was not far from the village where people live.

   immediately dispatched a lightly armed team to follow the enemy’s direction through the jungle, attacking the village in advance, and then caught Sandaoliang village by surprise.

  The gunshots continued in the valley, and the screams of the villagers running around were endless.

  Several stilted houses near the entrance of the village burned, and billowing smoke and dazzling blood brought a huge disaster to this peaceful mountain village.

   witnessed it all

  Village Mayor Wu Agui and the militiamen who retreated to the village had their eyes apart. Those who were slaughtered were all relatives of these young and middle-aged militiamen. Their common hatred made them congeal together and mustered the courage to resist the invaders.

   "Take it, aim at the enemy and hit me fiercely."

Wu Agui threw his shotgun to a militia boy, and at the same time threw the small bag containing ammunition and lead, and then picked up the cavalry Mauser 1871 type magazine in his hand and bolted the cavalry rifle at the enemy and opened it "bang" One shot.

  A Dutch soldier shot down eighty or ninety meters away. The blood leaching from his chest quickly drenched the red uniform, and it didn’t seem to be that glaring.

  Wu Agui retreated and loaded the bullet skillfully, and fired another shot at the enemy who rushed up, knocking down a soldier again.

  After experiencing the initial panic, he finally organized the militia to fight back. The gunfire of fierce fighting between the two sides continued to sound. Five or six Dutch soldiers were shot and fell and had to step back temporarily to regroup and attack.

  The village finally repelled an enemy attack, and got a moment of respite.

   About one hundred thirty and forty Dutch soldiers emerged from the forest. They quickly outflanked the left and right sides, cutting off the escape route of the villagers, and they shot at them without knowing it.

  Many people who had just left the village fled back desperately. Those who did not run back lie down on the roads and fields, most of them turned into corpses, and their blood stained the warm and moist land.

There were a total of 432 villagers in Sandaoliang Village. Those who escaped by a tractor and ran in the front and escaped by chance. Seventy or eighty people were killed and injured all over the fields and roads. Others They all retreated to the village and stayed firmly there. The total number was close to 300, most of whom were young and strong men and women.

There are less than 20 long guns in the village. Most of them are old-fashioned shotguns loaded with front bores. Only 5 of the new rifles are equipped for the militia platoon, all of which are Mauser 1871 lances, which are large-scale equipment of the Red River Valley.

  In addition, there are a few revolvers. The rest are cold weapons such as spears and broadswords. There are also seventy or eighty of them. All the hot and cold weapons can barely equip 100 people.

  The farming villages in Shangri-La are different from the nomadic villages and towns in Australia. They have neither horses nor weapons and equipment. They are only used to resist the invasion of wild beasts in the jungle, rather than having a gun or more. The folk customs tend to be conservative and simple.

"Brothers, you have all seen that the ghosts are extremely cruel and will not leave a living. Everyone can only fight for a bit of life when they resist and wait for the reinforcements of the large forces. The timid runaways can only be slaughtered like pigs and sheep. Raise weapons to repel the enemy's attack." Wu Agui agitated the militia with a hoarse voice. He clearly saw despair and helplessness from the faces of these young farmers.

   "My two uncles and brothers are dead, they are all killed, these damned ghosts..."

   "Village Chief, can we wait for reinforcements?"

   "What are you panicking? Hide it for me. When the ghosts come up, I will kill them. People are dead and birds will live forever." Wu Aguiyuan yelled with staring eyes.

Although what    said was rude, it calmed the panic and aroused the courage in the hearts of the men.

  They hide in the timber yard on the side of the village. This is a log yard for the construction of stilts. A simple thatched triangular pavilion is built to block rain. After the timber is dried, it can be used after being brushed with tung oil several times.

  Now a few piles of wood have become a shelter for the villagers, according to which they can fight against the ghost soldiers.

  After reorganizing the team, the Dutch soldiers attacked again. After a while, the more than 10 corpses left behind were defeated again.

  Although the villagers died and injured more, they repelled the attack of the ghost and defended the position of the lumberyard, so there were cheers and morale boosted.

  Captain Bergkamp stood outside the bamboo fence that prevented the beast from attacking, looking at the target in front of him with a gloomy face, feeling a bit tricky.

The army he led was a company-level unit, belonging to the Royal Overijssel Volunteer Barracks. This was a musket battalion composed entirely of mercenaries. It was hired by the province of Overijssel in the Netherlands. The royal family gave a battalion head number. .

  The mercenaries are fighting for money. There is no doubt about the level of combat. The most troublesome thing is that the will to attack is not firm.

The timber yard in front of us is equivalent to a small camp surrounded by logs. When the Dutch soldiers suppressed the opponent’s musket and rushed in, the two sides met hand in hand. These villagers inspired great courage at the critical moment of life and death. Inferior, if you stab me, I will slash you and force the soldiers to fight back.

   "Mr. Captain, can you show me what the **** is this? Can it be used as money?"

   "Oh, okay, let me see."

Most of the mercenaries were vulgar military men. They didn’t know one big letter. They didn’t recognize the Huitong gold ticket that was turned over from the corpse of the villager. Captain Bergkamp took a few beautifully printed banknotes from them and looked at it carefully. one time.

  The front of these banknotes are printed with uppercase Arabic numerals 1, 2 or 5. The currency unit is the shilling, and the background pattern is a cowboy riding a horse and herding sheep.

  The reverse side of the banknote is the ancient Oriental Chinese characters that Mr. Captain can’t understand. In fact, it is the corresponding one shilling, two shillings, five shillings, and Huitong Bank’s equivalent exchange gold ticket, etc. Chinese and English bilingual comparisons.

   "Uh... there is a good news, a bad news, which one do you want to hear first?" Captain Bergkamp asked, looking at the banknote in his hand.

   "Of course it is good news." The soldier answered without hesitation.

  "The good news is that this is indeed money. This one is equivalent to one shilling, this one is equivalent to two shillings, and this banknote with a maximum amount of five shillings can buy a lot of things." The captain said.

   "What about the bad news?"

  "This is a **** piece of waste paper to us. Use your pig's brain to think about it, who will sell things to the Dutch on this island?"

   "Oh... God testifies that I am not Dutch, I am from the Austro-Hungarian Empire." The soldier breathed a long sigh of relief and crossed his chest with his hand.

  Captain Bergkamp looked at the ecstatic idiot, and suddenly he decided to launch another offensive, and he must let the idiot take the lead.

  If the attack is unsuccessful, they will completely abandon the plan to capture this timber yard and focus on siege instead.

  Wait until the artillery at the rear comes up, a few rounds of artillery can be bombarded into fragments, and no more lives will be sacrificed.

The mission of the    company is to take the lead in occupying favorable terrain, responding to large forces, and gaining more time for the engineers to open the way.

  Captain Bergkamp has sent a platoon of soldiers to search forward. He has only more than 80 soldiers in his hand, and cannot be consumed in this meaningless battle.

  His plan in mind had been determined, and he immediately ordered his men to reorganize the team, beat the drums, sounded the horn, and lined up in a neat horizontal queue.

  When the distance between the two sides was close to 80 meters, the militiaman hiding behind the wood pile exposed his upper body to shoot, and the Dutch immediately returned fire.

  The two sides "cracked" gunshots, bullets whizzed and flew in the air, choking blue-gray smoke filled the battlefield, people were shot down one after another, and the strong smell of blood once again filled the battlefield.

  When the cost of seven or eight soldiers was nearly 40 meters away, the attacking Dutch soldiers had generally fired two rounds of bullets and started charging with their shiny bayonets, ready to attack the lumber yard in one go.

More than 20 villagers who were shooting with muskets were almost killed and injured. The blood-stained wood piles. Village Chief Wu Agui was hit by a bullet on the chest. The whole person was hit by the huge impact of 11mm bullets. After falling down, his chest was stained red with blood.

   "Ah... the village chief, you are injured." A villager screamed and ran over and hurriedly helped him up.

   "Cough cough cough..."

  Wu Agui coughed up a large group of blood and saliva, knowing that he would not make it, he pushed the villagers away and said; "Leave me alone, pick up the gun quickly. We can't give up resistance. That way, there is only a dead end."

  The villager picked up the rifle with tears in his eyes, and reloaded the rifle skillfully. At this time, the Dutch soldier had already rushed in. He raised the gun and fired. After the "pop" shot, the opposite soldier fell again.

  The Dutchman on the opposite side blasted beans like a gunshot. The companion immediately got hit by a blood gourd with several bullets. He turned over and fell to the ground to die. The gun in his hand was picked up by others...

  The two sides began to fight hand in hand, the spear and the big knife were facing the enemy's shiny bayonet, and they fought endlessly.

  A moment later, the Dutch soldiers retreated again.

This time they left close to 20 corpses in the attack, causing great damage to the defending villagers. Nearly a hundred people were killed or injured in the timber yard. The strong smell of blood makes people vomit, and there is a **** and tragic scene everywhere. .

  There were only more than 180 villagers standing by in the lumber yard. Just as they were about to collapse, the attacking Dutch soldiers retreated decisively.

  Most of the soldiers headed towards Erdaoliang Village, leaving only two squads of troops to monitor the lumber yard.

  The will of the villagers to stick to is extremely strong, losing more than 30 people in three storms. Captain Bergkamp is no longer willing to continue. This hard nail is left to the cannon to solve it!

He personally led more than 40 soldiers to the direction of Erdaoliang Village, and quickly met with the advance soldiers of his platoon. They scattered on the favorable terrain where the narrow road crossed the ridge, checked the weapons and ammunition, and prepared to stop Morsby from coming. Enemy reinforcements.

The ridges of the folds that extend from the tall central mountain range are about 300 to 400 meters high, just like the five fingers of a human being spread out. The fingers are uplifted mountain ridges, and the space between the fingers is the fertile valley land. Separated by another.

  Although the mountain beams are not steep and steep, large animals like pigs and cattle will certainly not be able to pass. Soldiers will also struggle to climb over. Large forces can only move forward along the road, and the road opened by the mountain beam is the only entry and exit door.

   mastered this, and controlled the passage of the enemy's reinforcements into the mountain.

Sitting on a hillside with lush vegetation, Captain Bergkamp looked at the direction of Sandaoliang Village. In the fields, the roads were full of corpses, large chunks of glaring black and red blood stains, a few at the head of the village. The stilt house burned like a torch, and black smoke billowed straight into the sky, a tragic sight.

  He was indifferent in his heart. This was originally the scene of a war. The conquest war in Aceh has been going on for 10 years, and it has been a hundred times more tragic.

  The dark clouds rolled in the sky, thunder bursts, and a heavy rain was about to come again.

  It’s March, when the dry and rainy seasons of Shangri-La Island meet. It rains almost every day. Sometimes it rains for days and nights without stopping. The floods rush out of the mountains like wild horses that run off.

  "This **** weather, **** place, and **** immigrants..." It was about to turn into a drunkard soon, and Captain Bergkamp cursed fiercely.

  He looked at the Swiss gold watch in his hand, and it was already around 4:20 in the afternoon.

  If a heavy rain falls, it will inevitably delay the reinforcements from Moresby. Maybe you can easily complete the task of blocking the enemy and get a large high-risk commission.

  According to the chief's estimate, if the engineering unit fights overnight, it will probably be able to pass through the road from Lucky Bay to Sandaoliang Village at some point tomorrow morning.

The main tasks of the engineering company are to cut down big trees, clear shrubs, fill up rough ravines, and use explosives when necessary to open up roads. The working surface of the two engineering companies in the landing force is at least 1.5 kilometers long, and it takes only one hour. Cut down all the trees in the way, and work together quickly.

  The main work of the engineers is to clear the bushes and compact the road surface to ensure the passage of the four-wheeled heavy carriage, which takes a lot of time.

  The mercenary company under his leadership does not need to persist until that time, but only needs to persist until 7 o'clock in the evening, and the subsequent reinforcements will inevitably arrive.

at this time

  Captain Bergkamp heard a different kind of noise than thunder, he stood up and held up his telescope to observe.

  I saw a group of cavalry galloping from a distance, about a dozen riders in number, and stopped a few hundred meters away, reaching out and pointing at the mountain beam on this side.

  Behind the squadron of cavalry, a torrent of iron and steel drove along the mountain road, and the noise of the tractor team could already be heard. The reinforcements from Moresby arrived, and a fierce battle was inevitable.

  (End of this chapter)