The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 295: Who Owns the World in Today's Nanyang? (Two-in-One)

"What, God help us?"

Colonel Adrian was almost mad with rage. He angrily looked at the messenger in front of him who brought him the news that the navy had decided to retreat.
"This must be fake news. The Fleet Secretary would never issue such an order. He knows how important the Pontianak and Surabaya Regiments are to the company."

Colonel Adrian roared, but what he really wanted to say was that the clerk knew how important he was and would not and dared not abandon him easily.

As one can tell from their names, Colonel Adrian has a very close relationship with the Governor General's wife, Adriana Johanna Baker.

Or rather, blood is thicker than water.

Colonel Adrian is the son of the Governor's wife's younger sister. After Colonel Adrian lost his mother in childhood, the Governor's wife adopted him as her adopted son, who had the right to inherit the property.

In name, Colonel Adrian could even be said to be the son of Governor Petrus.

This also made him the second most important person in the entire Batavia Army, second only to Brigadier General William Ottoen.

"The order was given by Rear Admiral Hendrick himself, no clerk's approval was required. Of course, even though the fleet has departed, there's no problem in picking up a few important individuals.

Colonel, please pack your luggage. There is a boat waiting outside, and Commodore Reinstein has agreed to your departure."

After hearing that the order was given by Major General Hendrick himself, Colonel Adrian had to accept the fact.

But after a long silence, he shook his head and said, "I won't leave. I won't abandon my soldiers and leave in such a shameful way."

The pastor who was acting as a messenger looked at the colonel who was a nepotist but had some ability. He felt his head swell up and he tried to persuade him earnestly:
"Colonel, this is not a disgrace, but an order. The Governor-General has personally ordered you to retreat."

It would have been fine if the pastor hadn't said this, but once he did, Colonel Adrian would never leave.

Because everyone in Batavia knew his relationship with the governor, the so-called governor's order to retreat was a fig leaf that others would have been happy to receive, but for Colonel Adrian, it was more like slapping him in public.

"I won't leave. Brigadier General Reinstein has already sent me a letter of challenge. He wants to use the strength of an entire regiment to challenge me in a duel between knights. I can't leave now."

Therefore, Colonel Adrian, who was feeling a little embarrassed, chose to refuse and came up with an excuse that seemed noble.

According to European standards, a knight's duel, which is full of aristocratic flavor, must not be easily backed down once it is agreed.

"Colonel, this is most likely a trap. King Xing Tang is an Oriental, they don't have the spirit of chivalry, and Brigadier General Reinstein is not the actual controller of the army. You don't need to fall for his tricks."

"I disagree with you!" Colonel Adrian refused again, "Even if there is a conspiracy here, it will allow everyone to see the shamelessness of King Xing Tang.

Father, you may leave now. Please go back and tell the Governor-General that I, Adrian, and the officers and soldiers of the Surabaya Regiment have decided to defend the glory of the VOC in the East with our blood!"

The pastor sighed and left Pontianak.

He now needs to meet Brigadier General Reinstein immediately, because Colonel Adrian cannot die here, otherwise he will not get the reward for mediating the war.

"Liu, this is the current situation. It seems that King Xingtang will not give you a chance to live. Join your people in the Sishui Group."

As soon as the pastor left, Colonel Adrian opened a secret door and Liu Yaozong stood behind the door with a very ugly expression.

"I can still control 400 people. They are not on Mo Wu's pardon list. You can trust them."

Since I, King Mo, want to win the hearts of the Chinese miners and serfs in West Borneo, I will naturally not spare these black-hearted mine owners, landowners and their thugs.

Therefore, although Pontianak was not surrounded and killed, there were still hundreds of people who followed Liu Yaozong and did not leave.

. . . .

It is the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, and tomorrow is New Year's Eve, but Reinstein obviously does not want Liu Yaozong and others to celebrate the New Year.

Three days ago, the artillery of the Xingtang Army, which had arrived, had been continuously bombarding Pontianak City.

At the same time, the Yuancong Guards, who received orders from Mo Zibu, also obeyed Reinstein's command and began to line up alone in the south of the city, preparing for a one-on-one duel.

Chen Guangzu held a telescope and observed the situation at the south gate of Pontianak intently. Behind him, the 1,400 Yuan guards had already formed up.

The regimental artillery company was placed on a small hill and commanded by Artillery Colonel Jean Pierre.

This was a French Guards artillery officer who was rescued from the British by Mo Zibu himself, and could be considered one of his followers.

The cavalry company drawn from the Longchamp Guard Cavalry Battalion hid behind the line infantry. They were led by the first cavalry general of the Xing Tang Army, the father of Napoleon's Cavalry Marshal Jean Ney, Cavalry Lieutenant Colonel Pierre Ney.

In front of the line of infantry, there was a company of hunters armed with rifles, led by the Hakka sharpshooter Li Quan, forming a skirmish formation.

This is the first hunting company in the Xingtang Army, and it is full of sharpshooters who never miss a shot.

Pei Changwu, Chen Guangzu, Wang Wuchu and other brave generals have served as captains in this hunting company, which shows how strong its fighting power is.

The tall grenadiers scattered on both sides of the line infantry were commanded by Major Frederick, a German officer from Holstein.

He was the commander of Mozibu's first grenadier company. He was a very brave man. If it weren't for his low level of education and his refusal to learn, he would have been promoted long ago.

You should know that Agang, the crazy grenadier who was once taught by Frederick himself, is now a captain of the Bianhe Regiment.

It can be said that the configuration of the Yuan Dynasty's Guards is not only terrifying in the Xing Tang Army, but it will not be at a disadvantage even if it is pulled out to fight against the elite troops of the Jianrui Battalion of the Qing Dynasty.

Perhaps it is only slightly weaker than the Prussian Guards of Frederick the Great, who is now in power. Even if it encounters the French and British Guards, it can fight on equal terms.

"Do the Dutch have the courage to come out if they know who we are?" Major Frederick, whose beard was always burnt and uneven, rode over and asked.

Chen Guangzu put down the telescope and smiled slightly, "Whether the Dutch dare to come out and fight or not, they will lose.

Because they don't come out, it's obvious that they are afraid of us. If they come out, we will ruthlessly defeat them!"

Chen Guangzu is very confident that this kind of heroic spirit of being the best in the world is what a true elite should possess.

Seeing that all the officers and soldiers of the Yuan Cong Guards were focused on him, Chen Guangzu galloped a few steps and then shouted loudly:

"But I hope they will come, because my generation lacks an opportunity to make a name for themselves.

Defeating these Dutchmen is the best test. Kill them all and all the glory will belong to us!"

Chen Guangzu's words made the officers and soldiers of the Yuan Cong Guards very excited. They wished that the Dutch would come out of the city right away and let them kill them indiscriminately.

And it seemed as if God was helping them. With the sound of drums coming from Pontianak City, the dilapidated South Gate of Pontianak slowly opened, and the Batavia Army of the East India Company, wearing dark green tops and white trousers, appeared.

"The king has instructions!" As soon as he saw the enemy coming out, the internal staff officer Wu Xing immediately raised the yellow silk cloth in his hand and shouted.

With a loud bang, all the officers and soldiers around immediately half-knelt down.

"The great king Mo Zhao, who accepted the mandate of Heaven and established the Tang Dynasty and succeeded the Han Dynasty, said:
Nanyang refers to the ocean in southern China.

From the beginning of the Han and Tang Dynasties to its peak at the end of the Song Dynasty, our ancestors braved the sea and waves to come here, overcame all difficulties, established settlements, carried out education, built a nation, and left a legacy to us. It may seem like a foreign land, but it is our hometown.

I only hope that the entire Yuan army will live up to the trust placed in us by our ancestors and, with our weapons and spears, let all nations know who truly rules Southeast Asia today!

Chen Guangzu half-knelt to accept the order, "Please rest assured, Your Majesty. The Yuan Cong Guards will live up to our ancestors and fulfill our mission. Long live the king!"

"Long live, long live, long live!" The officers and soldiers shouted long live three times, then stood up and returned to their positions.

Compared with the Yuan Dynasty's Guards, the Dutch Surabaya Regiment was also considered elite, but its core consisted of less than 600 white army soldiers, including 400 line infantry, dozens of grenadiers, and dozens of artillerymen.

The remaining more than one thousand people are all natives of Surabaya.

Surabaya City was one of the earliest areas ruled by the Dutch. Therefore, after the indigenous people were domesticated for hundreds of years, their interests were basically aligned with those of the Dutch, and their combat effectiveness was also acceptable.

As for Liu Yaozong's three or four hundred men, they were placed in the central army. Colonel Adrian hoped that they could charge directly into the Yuan Guards Regiment in battle.

You like hand-to-hand combat, so let you fight hand-to-hand combat.

Hearing the thunderous cheers from the opposite side and looking at the uniform red mandarin duck battle jackets and vermilion lacquered helmets with the word "Yong" on them, Colonel Adrian couldn't help but sweat in his palms.

Although he was known for his bravery and seemed very capable, the Dutch East India Company had not fought any tough battles in recent years.

In other words, Colonel Adrian's bravery and military knowledge have not yet been tested in difficult battles.

He was still a rookie and not a veteran like Chen Guangzu who had fought with Mo Zibu for six or seven years and even fought in wars to annihilate nations.

"They have more people, so they will definitely take the initiative to attack." After Wu Xing conveyed Mo Zibu's teachings, he stayed by Chen Guangzu's side.

Chen Guangzu glanced at this Hanized Beijinger who was being trained as a key figure, and said with a stern face:
"The first priority on the battlefield is to have a basis for judgment, not just your own assumptions. For example, right now, I know there's a high probability that the Dutch will come on their own initiative, but what if they don't?"

Chen Guangzu waved his hand and said, "So we must use actual actions to force them to come forward, not just assumptions."

"Send the word, have Li Quan's hunting company advance to harass. The third and sixth companies in the line prepare to support!"

As the order was given, while the Dutch army was still forming its battle formation, Li Quan's hunters began to attack forward in a skirmish formation.

The white belts around their waists make them very easy to identify, so that the line infantry will not think that they are about to start an attack, and the commander can keenly spot and mobilize them on the battlefield filled with smoke and fire.

Colonel Adrian was still following the old European way of fighting, that is, the attacking side would push the fast-moving field artillery with artillery carriages to the front line.

First, engage in an artillery battle with the enemy or bombard the enemy's line infantry with artillery, forcing them to move according to your expectations, and then go to the designated position step by step to shoot the line infantry in formation.

At this time, seeing more than a hundred people from Yuan's guards, without any formation, coming towards him sparsely, Adrian suddenly couldn't guess the opponent's tactics.

Do they want to come up and attack our own artillery?
Colonel Adrian quickly shook his head again. The effective range of the flintlock rifle was only about 130 yards (120 meters) at most.

The three six-pound field guns he was equipped with had an effective range of 660 yards (about 600 meters), which was obviously not enough for the infantry to hit the artillery.

Colonel Adrian hesitated and did not make appropriate arrangements. His troops were also in the process of mobilization, and there was noise everywhere. Many people just watched the enemy approach quickly.

Li Quan patted the rifle in his hand. This was a fire gun different from the brown bess flintlock rifle currently used by the Xing Tang Army.

Because it is a rifled gun, it was derived from the rifle used by Austrian hunting soldiers. After arriving in Southeast Asia, Mo Zibu improved the rifling and made it completely by hand, and it was named Shenji.

"Prepare to load, disperse, and attack the officers first. If you can't hit the officers, then you can attack the soldiers." Li Quan shouted and took out a lead bullet from the weapon bag on his waist.

This type of lead bullet is cast through a uniform and exquisite mold, and each bullet is basically the same size. Then leather is wrapped on the surface of the lead bullet to increase airtightness, improve accuracy and range.

Four hundred and fifty yards (four hundred and ten meters), the Dutch soldiers who had already formed their battle array burst into loud laughter as they watched the sneaky and scattered Xingtang hunting soldiers.

An artillery captain with gold teeth raised his head proudly and said, "You damned oriental macaques, is this how the French pigs taught you to fight?"

Another artilleryman also echoed, "I heard that the Gallic chickens were beaten insane by the pickled cabbages in Europe. Now it seems to be true, because they have trained a group of mentally ill porcelain dolls in the East."

Sauerkraut refers to the Germanic people, which is considered the earliest regional discrimination in Europe.

In Southeast Asia, European colonists liked to use the English word CHINA as a pun, calling the Chinese beautiful but fragile porcelain dolls.

Hearing these teasing tones, the Dutch people's pre-war tension dissipated a lot. In order to suppress the upcoming life-and-death battle, many people even laughed crazily on purpose, and even fell forward and backward while laughing.

boom!
As the artillery captain was leaning forward and backward, Li Quan opened fire, and a lead bullet wrapped in cowhide shot out from the muzzle.

The artillery captain's head suddenly swung back, and he leaned back rapidly, his feet flew off the ground into the sky, and then fell heavily to the ground. It seemed as if he leaned back too hard and caused himself to fall.

The crowd's laughter suddenly stopped, as if they had all suffered from aphasia.

Plop, the artillery commander of a cannon looked at his chest in disbelief, and his white shirt was suddenly stained red with blood.

The artillery commander was shocked after being shot. He pressed his hand on the warm wound and turned around to run back, but after only two steps, he felt weak all over. He kicked with his left foot and his right foot and fell down like a drunk.

"What happened?" The line infantry lieutenant closest to them also noticed something was wrong. He shouted and took a few steps forward.

Then a lead bullet hit him accurately. The lieutenant staggered two steps and fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a second lieutenant holding a flag shook twice and fell down staggeringly.

"What's wrong with them? Are the Chinese performing magic?" someone asked in panic. The entire battlefield was filled with a weird atmosphere.

The Dutch soldiers looked into the distance and saw that all the Xing Tang soldiers four hundred yards away had squatted down, as if they were loading.

"Major, Lieutenant Henk was hit in the heart by a lead bullet. This is not magic, he was shot!" someone screamed, pointing at Lieutenant Henk on the ground and reporting loudly.

The inexplicable loss of four or five officers before the battle even started made Major David, who was commanding two companies, extremely angry. He ran quickly from behind the crowd to the front line.

A sharpshooter from the Xing Tang army spotted him, his eyes gleaming with excitement. The rifle, which was usually very difficult to load, unexpectedly became much faster. The sharpshooter took out the cleaning rod and ran forward. At a distance of 450 yards, even the lethality of the magic gun was still too low, and its accuracy was not enough. Just now, the entire company fired a volley, and 70 lead bullets only killed 6 people.

Major David had just confirmed that Lieutenant Henk's wound was indeed a gunshot wound when he saw a red figure approaching him out of the corner of his eye.

Major David had an intuition that the man was coming towards him, but he was still at least two hundred and seventy yards (two hundred and forty-five meters) away, so he should be safe.

However, just as this thought arose, an orange-red light flashed by, and with a snap, the lead bullet accurately hit Major David's left shoulder.

He screamed, jumped up, and then quickly ran behind the standing line infantry.

"Quick, move forward, they have carbines with very long range!"

Major David understood, albeit a little late, but in his panic, the orders he had given were somewhat confusing.

Most of the men in the two companies did not hear the words "carbine with very long range". They only saw the chief officer being wounded and then the drum sounded to order the advance.

Driven by the muscle memory acquired from daily training, the Dutch soldiers from the two companies immediately formed a tight line formation and began to move forward.

Line infantry in this formation is the favorite of hunters, and they can hit the target almost without aiming.

After more than a hundred people loaded a rifle and ran two hundred and forty or fifty meters, the accuracy of the rifle immediately increased.

Amidst bursts of gunfire, Major David's two companies immediately fell one after another like chopped sugarcanes, and soon twenty or thirty people were killed.

Now everyone understood that those sneaky guys on the opposite side had flintlock rifles with very long range.

These poor Dutch colonial armies, although they look like a European army, in fact most of their people have not been in Europe in the past ten years.

They had no idea that in Europe, chasseurs had begun to become a new and important branch of the military.

Colonel Adrian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a guilty conscience. It's not that he didn't know about the existence of hunters. He had heard of them, but he didn't take them seriously at all, thinking that they were just some strange and lewd techniques.

This was influenced by the Netherlands's lack of emphasis on the army and its conservative and rigid style. At this time, the Netherlands, which was rapidly declining from its position as the coachman of the sea, and our Qing Dynasty were brothers in some respects.

"Liu, get your men to drive these guys back!"

More than a hundred rifled guns were firing freely from more than two hundred meters away. No one could withstand it. Seeing that he had lost several officers at the beginning of the battle, Major David also lost his command ability, and his two companies were in panic.

Adrian immediately decided to push Liu Yaozong's men forward to buy him time to adjust.

Liu Yaozong had no choice. The only people he could rely on now were the Dutch. He had no choice at all.

Before the howling black-hearted mine owners and thugs, dressed in black and holding knives and guns, emerged from the crowd, Li Quan was ready.

Because it was obvious that the two Dutch companies he defeated suffered heavy casualties and were forced to retreat, and more than a dozen artillerymen were killed. They must be coming to drive them away.

So Li Quan blew the copper whistle in his mouth loudly, and the originally scattered hunters quickly gathered together.

Liu Yaozong and others rushed out from behind the Dutch line infantry and immediately ran into the muzzles of the guns of the chasseurs in formation.

Although the hunters did not have time to reload their rifles, they each had a pistol.

When the thugs rushed to the fifty-meter mark, the hunters immediately pulled out more than a hundred pistols and fired in two batches, instantly knocking them to the ground.

Although these people were brutal, they had never seen the battles of a regular army. They rushed forward as fast as pigs, and after a dozen of them were killed or injured in an instant, they ran back even faster.

Afterwards, Li Quan chased after them. The hunters rushed to two hundred and twenty or two hundred and thirty meters, reloaded again, and fired a round of volleys, causing even more heavy casualties to the two Dutch companies that had not yet retreated.

Li Quan even had the urge to let the hunters charge forward and launch a long live assault, but in the end, he wisely gave the order to retreat.

Because Colonel Adrian had taken this opportunity to complete the basic formation adjustments.

The three or four hundred men in front who had lost their combat effectiveness after being beaten by the hunters were withdrawn, and the line infantry in strict formation behind them began to march forward.

boom! boom!
Two Dutch field guns began to roar, and the whistling shells were obviously aimed at the hunters. Li Quan's personal attendants immediately blew the conch horn, saying that the rifled guns were too slow to load, and it was time for the hunters to retreat.

After seeing that he had driven away the annoying hunters, Colonel Adrian, fearing that the enemy would do something unexpected again, directly ordered the entire army to press forward, attempting to use the advantage of numbers to engage in a direct decisive battle.

"The Chasseur Company moves to the left wing and prepares to concentrate its attack on the enemy's right flank."

"The 8th, 11th, and 17th companies on the right wing will make a detour, advance diagonally, and shoot at the enemy's left flank!"

"Artillery fire directly at the center!"

"The cavalry continues to lie down and do not let the enemy discover them."

Chen Guangzu gave each order very accurately, and this is what he is best at.

If you ask him to plan strategies, lead troops independently, and command battles involving tens of thousands of people, he will definitely mess things up.

But if he leads one or two thousand elite soldiers to fight, then he is at the level of Huo Qubing.

Chen Guangzu was very good at finding small flaws in the enemy on the battlefield. No matter how proud the soldiers were, they would obey his orders wholeheartedly when they were in his hands. He could achieve unity among the soldiers and make them obey his orders as easily as if they were his own arms.

The Yuan Dynasty's Guards Regiment had four six-pound field guns and two eight-pound field guns, and its firepower was much higher than the French standard of three guns per thousand men during the reign of Emperor Napoleon.

The Dutch had only three cannons for their two thousand men, and the firepower gap between the two sides was immediately widened.

To make matters worse, the Dutch were attacked by the chasseurs at the beginning of the battle. The officer and gunner of one of their six-pound field guns were killed, leaving them with only two four-pound guns.

Moreover, the Dutch artillery was still on the move and needed to slowly get into position before firing, while the Xing Tang army's artillery had already been set up on the hill and could immediately fire from a high position.

Five hundred meters away, the Xing Tang army fired first. The huge projectiles, propelled by the fierce power of refined black gunpowder, whizzed towards the Dutch center.

And here was the main force of the Dutch army. Five white infantry companies and six field artillery bombarded this one point, immediately causing extremely terrible casualties to them.

The shrill screams and flying limbs greatly undermined the confidence of the soldiers and officers, causing them to slow down their pace.

At the same time, on the right wing, Li Quan's hunting company began to move forward again, continuously firing at the Sishui natives of the Sishui Regiment.

The Surabaya natives on the right wing could not bear such casualties. Even though the albino native officers who grew up in an orphanage run by the Dutch forced their soldiers to move forward, they still began to retreat.

The Dutch army on the left wing did not suffer much damage because the three companies of the Xing Tang army here were also line infantry and had not yet started the attack.

As a result, the original goose-shaped formation with the center army in front and the two wings behind ended up with only the left wing still moving forward, and the entire formation was completely tilted.

Colonel Adrian was secretly anxious watching from a distance. He quickly asked the guards to notify the left wing to stop advancing and put the reserve troops on the right wing. He then went directly to the center army, hoping to stabilize the front line.

Otherwise, the Xing Tang army could have driven his right wing into a depression and then directly encircled the central army.

However, the Dutch left wing stopped, but the right wing of the Xing Tang Army opposite them would not stop. Encouraged by their officers, the soldiers moved towards them with one mind.

The Dutch left wing is slightly better than the right wing. The proportion of Surabaya natives does not reach more than 90%, so the combat effectiveness is still okay.

When they saw the Yuan Cong Regiment coming, the commander immediately stood in the front row, showing no fear.

At eighty meters, amid the sound of drums, the Dutch, unable to hold back any longer, fired the first volley of gunfire. As screams rang out, black smoke obscured their vision, as if the enemy had also disappeared.

The commander's face was numb. All the soldiers in the first row were waiting for the Xingtang Army to open fire, but after waiting for five or six seconds, not a single lead bullet was fired from the opposite side.

"They must have suffered heavy casualties and were unable to fight back!" one of the natives suddenly shouted with a brilliant idea.

Then he suddenly let out a scream, and a huge bloody hole suddenly appeared on his head, and his mind was really opened.

You can only open fire at a distance of about 60 meters. This is the iron rule of the Yuancong Regiment!

Thunderous musketry sounds rang out, and a large number of Dutch soldiers on the left wing fell instantly. After a series of flashes of fire, shouts of "Long live, long live" suddenly rang out.

The line infantry of the three companies of the Yuan Cong Regiment immediately launched a heroic charge. The soldiers used a tight formation and covered a distance of 60 meters in just over ten seconds. The Si Shui natives who suffered heavy losses in the front row did not dare to engage in hand-to-hand combat and ran back one after another.

"There's no way to survive, let's fight them!" Liu Yaozong shouted, holding a javelin and looking at the hundreds of pale-faced Chinese scum behind him.

"Kill!" The scum mustered up their last bit of courage and rushed forward. They had to help the Dutch defend the left wing, otherwise they would all be finished.

"Long live!" The soldiers of the Yuan Cong Regiment roared and glared at the scum in front of them.

The two Chinese groups collided with each other like a torrent. Liu Yaozong raised his spear and stabbed it at a Yuan soldier in front of him.

This soldier was very experienced. When he saw Liu Yaozong's spear coming at him, he did not try to dodge. Instead, he shouted and thrust his bayonet forward.

Liu Yaozong was delighted because his javelin was longer than the bayonet on the opposite side. If they stabbed each other, the Yuan soldier would surely die.

But at this moment, a great force came, and his javelin was lifted by someone, and it suddenly deflected upwards and missed the target.

Liu Yaozong looked carefully and found that it was another Yuan soldier who suddenly knocked his spear from the side. Liu Yaozong shouted that something was wrong and the bayonet that was stabbing at him had already reached him.

Because Liu Yaozong was very confident that he could kill the Yuan soldier on the opposite side, he did not hold back at all, and ended up being hit hard on the left rib.

He screamed and tried to retreat, but was squeezed by the people behind him and couldn't move forward.

However, the Yuan soldier opposite him stabbed him with his bayonet but did not continue to stab. Instead, he pulled it back very quickly and thrust it upwards, deflecting the other javelin that was aimed at his comrade.

Almost at the same time, the Yuan soldier who had missed Liu Yaozong's spear pushed and pulled with both hands, and the bayonet suddenly stabbed towards Liu Yaozong.

The miner thug whose spear was deflected was stabbed in the chest. His body shook and he immediately lost his combat capability.

Then in the next second, two bayonets stabbed towards Liu Yaozong one above and one below. Liu Yaozong took the javelin in his hand, but he couldn't stab it, and he felt that there were loopholes everywhere in his blocking.

When a person panics, his movements immediately become distorted. In addition, he had just been stabbed and his courage had already been lost. He was completely unable to resist. He was stabbed twice in a row and did not fight back at all. His body went limp and he fell to the ground.

Liu Yaozong couldn't understand why. He was a martial artist who could wield swords, spears, and halberds. He was so agile and nimble on weekdays that ordinary people couldn't stab him at all. But on the battlefield, he couldn't withstand the attacks of two ordinary soldiers.

A big foot stepped on his chest with a crisp sound. Young Master Liu San twitched twice with his eyes wide open and fell completely silent.

The bayonet tactics of the Xing Tang Army are so simple. Two or three people form a group, you help me block, I help you block, and we cooperate with each other. No matter how skilled you are, you will be killed after a few rounds.

Especially when used in conjunction with elite troops like Yuan Congbing who have experienced many battles, the power is even greater.

Colonel Adrian was very anxious. He knew that the left and right flanks could not hold out for much longer. If they were defeated, the central army would be surrounded immediately.

"Warriors of the lowlands, move forward and repel the enemy in front of you first!" Just at this moment, the artillery of the Xingtang soldiers stopped, which gave Colonel Adrian a glimmer of hope.

He might be able to rely on these 500 white soldiers to defeat the Xing Tang soldiers in front of him and turn the tide of the battle.

But he miscalculated. He was facing the Xing Tang Army's Yuan Cong Guards Regiment, the Fifth Guards Company, and Mo Zibu was the fifth in command. Therefore, the Fifth Company must be the most elite in the Xing Tang Army.

At sixty meters, the Dutch opened fire first.

The Xing Tang soldiers lost more than ten people, but the fifth company was ready to die and continued to advance bravely.

Forty meters away, the fifth company opened fire. The sound of one hundred flintlock rifles shook the earth and sky, and more than thirty people in the Dutch center fell immediately.

"Fire, fire!" Colonel Adrian howled. It was forty meters away. As long as he could fire one more round, the enemy would not be able to bear the casualties.

Then at this moment, an explosion suddenly sounded, and Lieutenant Colonel Frederick's grenadiers rushed over and were about to open fire, causing even greater casualties to the Dutch.

"Raben, where are your grenadiers?" The blast knocked Colonel Adrian to the ground. He howled at the top of his lungs, and the fifty Dutch grenadiers he had named mustered up the courage to rush forward.

"Cavalry, they have cavalry, the Hussars are coming!" Then at this moment, the earth trembled.

Chen Guangzu released his trump card, the 120 hussars of Lieutenant Colonel Pierre Ney.

The hussars had just let their horses lie down behind the line of infantry, so Colonel Adrian didn't notice it at all.

Thunderous cheers of "Long live" rang out, and with the encouragement of the waves, the soldiers of the Yuan Congtuan on the left and right wings continued to squeeze the Dutch towards the center.

In the blink of an eye, the fifth company made way for the center and the hussars rushed into the Dutch infantry like thunder.

They charged back and forth, wielding their sharp sabers, like plowing the land, sweeping back and forth continuously.

Colonel Adrian completely lost control of everyone, and the grenadiers were chopped down before they even had time to light a fire.

Everyone was running away, and there was chaos everywhere. Only cheers of "Hurray" were heard, accompanied by screams of Dutch and the clatter of horses' hooves.

(End of this chapter)