Nanyang Storm 1864

Chapter 89: The indigenous people also carried out night raids? (Please give me a monthly ticket, recommend me, and support me. Thank you!)
In the camp

Zheng Guohui's big tent is set up in the center, also under the eaves built from a big tree. There are only frames on the four sides, replaced by tents.

Most of the barracks that have been built are like this. It will take a lot of time to complete the four walls of the barracks and it is difficult to accomplish it all at once.

The tent was brightly lit, with a lantern hanging on each of the four sides and a five-headed silver candlestick on the table in the middle, illuminating the tent.

The main course for dinner is grilled lamb chops, with a lot of diced pineapple placed underneath, sprinkled with chili and pepper, and grilled with rosemary. The fat, tender and crispy lamb chops are filled with the unique aroma of pineapple.

Zheng Guohui ate with a knife until his mouth was full of oil. He ate two large lamb chops with crispy sesame cakes, which weighed more than 3 pounds, before he felt completely full.

A day's hard work was met with the greatest satisfaction at this moment.

The army slaughtered a sheep, and the meat was only enough for officers above the rank of company commander. The fattest and tenderest parts were of course for the general, who could eat as much as he wanted.

The other officers each had about one pound, and the broth in the soldiers' pots came from a group of wild boars that had sneaked into the camp, three of which had been killed. They didn't usually have such good food.

Finished dinner

Zheng Guohui then washed his hands, slowly sipped the black tea to relieve the greasiness, and looked through the documents on the table thoughtfully.

The lights in his central military tent were bright because he needed to review documents submitted by various parties at night to avoid hurting his eyes.

at this time
From the tent door came the voice of Zheng Fu, the captain of the personal guards, reporting: "General, the captain of the Yebushou team has noticed unusual movements by the natives and is reporting this. Please give your instructions."

"Oh..." Zheng Guohui raised his head after hearing this, put down the documents in his hand, and ordered in a deep voice: "Send..."

"As you command, General."

Not long after, the captain of the Yebushou Army was brought to the front of the tent. He immediately knelt on one knee, clasped his hands together and reported, "Your Excellency, General, I am Captain Dong Sanzhu of the Yebushou Army. I have new military information to report to you, Your Excellency."

"Tell me...what's going on?"

The captain clasped his fists and replied, "Your Excellency the General, I have led the Night Watch Squad about six kilometers forward, and from our perch atop the mountain, we are monitoring any movements in the Hamda Valley.

As dusk falls
It was observed that the indigenous tribes in the three valleys were gathering together. In order to prevent the enemy from making a deception, several people were sent to observe.

As expected

Indigenous warriors from the surrounding indigenous tribes gathered one after another, with as many as two or three hundred people and as few as seventy or eighty people. After more than half an hour, more than a thousand people had gathered.

We, humble servants, dare not neglect this matter and will return immediately to report and ask for your instructions, General."

"Well, you're doing well. If we confirm an enemy attack, you'll be credited with a great achievement. Continue to monitor closely, don't alert the enemy, and report back at any time."

"As you command, General."

Yebushou captain Dong Sanzhu responded with a pale face and clasped his fists, then quickly turned around and went back, his figure disappearing into the night.

Night raid?
Zheng Guohui walked back to the table thoughtfully, and in his heart he looked at these Tagalog indigenous tribes with a higher regard.

In this era, people were short of food and clothing, and ordinary people at the lower classes were generally malnourished. Many people suffered from night blindness, and could not see clearly at night like a blind person.

Under such conditions, how can we talk about a night attack?

Of course, there are also armies with very good conditions, such as the army under Zheng Guohui. Although the training is strict, the food is not bad.

During my stay on Chongming Island, I had enough to eat, wore warm clothes, and often had birds, wild game from the reed marshes, and fat fish to feast on, so I got enough nutrition.

Therefore, the soldiers are strong and healthy and basically have no night blindness.

Since the Tagalog indigenous tribe can launch night attacks, they must not be troubled by night blindness. It is true that we should not underestimate any party. It seems that there are capable people in the indigenous tribe too!
Sighed slightly
Zheng Guohui decisively conveyed the order;

"Order to double the sentry shifts tonight, prepare more firewood and straw, and have all soldiers sleep fully clothed, carry their weapons at all times, and be ready for battle at any time."

"Issue a night raid alert and strengthen the lookout."

"Order to set tripwires and traps in the jungle. In half an hour, everyone must return to the camp and close the gates."

After the order was passed down, the entire camp was in commotion.

A team of more than 200 soldiers hurried out with shovels, sharp wooden sticks and ropes, and went to the forest to set traps and trip wires, which are very effective ways to deal with night attacks.

Patrolling soldiers and lanterns were added to the wooden fences of the camp, and a tense pre-war atmosphere was in the air.

After the other soldiers had their meal, they dressed and went to bed early. Soon, the sound of their deep sleep and snoring could be heard.

This is the characteristic of veterans. Even when a war is about to break out, they can sleep peacefully and get enough rest first, instead of being panicked and sleepless all night.

More than half an hour later
The two hundred soldiers who had gone out returned one after another. When they returned to the tents, they were so tired that they fell to the ground and soon fell asleep.

At the end of the day

They had to march and build high-standard camps, and at the end they had to work overtime to dig pits. They were exhausted like dead pigs.

In the vast mountains

Large black shadows moved forward along the mountain path, and the shouts of the indigenous people rose and fell, converging like streams. Their target was the Chinese colonial army camp a few kilometers away.

The Tagalogs living in the Hamda Valley are a semi-fishing and hunting people. Their primitive farming techniques produce very little, far from enough to feed the large population of local indigenous people.

Relying on mountains to eat mountains, relying on water to draft water.

The Tagalog women were responsible for picking the pineapple trees, which grew abundantly in the valleys and mountains, producing more fruit than they could eat. The men were responsible for fishing and hunting. Some paddled canoes in the rivers, while others took simple bows and arrows, spears, and headed into the mountains to hunt wild game.

The mountains are home to not only common wild animals such as various snakes, wild boars, pheasants, and wild deer, but also unique wild animals such as ring-tailed lemurs, proboscis monkeys, and shrews, as well as birds of prey such as harpy eagles and saltwater crocodiles. In the water, there are dugongs (mermaids), whale sharks, and various fish, with extremely rich species.

Perhaps it is the diverse food sources that prevent these local indigenous tribes from suffering from night blindness.

As they advanced, they let out strange, low cries, seemingly unable to suppress their excitement, demonstrating their bravery in this way.

Born and raised here, the indigenous people are very familiar with this mountain.

When the lanterns of the camp could be seen from afar, a tall and strong native chief stood up and shouted at the native warriors to stop and shut up to avoid disturbing the legendary demonic invaders.

I can tell
This indigenous chief had had contact with the outside world and had considerable prestige among the local tribes, so his orders were quickly executed.

After consulting with several other chiefs, he led the native warriors to surround the enemy in several directions and disappeared into the increasingly dark forest.

At this time, it was around eleven o'clock at night.

These indigenous chiefs did not seem to be prepared to wait until later to launch the attack. Instead, they led their tribesmen to surround them from all sides and were ready to take action immediately.

Suddenly, a series of screams were heard in the dark jungle, as well as the loud sound of someone stepping on a tripwire, which echoed far away in the silent night.

Such an accident caused a commotion among the indigenous warriors who were attacking. All kinds of "chattering" dialects came out, making it difficult to keep quiet.

See this scene
The tall chief could no longer hold back. He roared loudly, waved the battle axe in his hand, issued an order for everyone to attack, and ran ahead on horseback.

The fighting spirit of the other indigenous warriors was aroused, and they rushed forward shouting and yelling, and the jungle around the camp became chaotic in an instant.

On the other hand,

Only a few lanterns were flickering dim light, and a few figures were standing by the fence wall, seemingly indifferent to the loud noise outside.

The indigenous warriors rushed out of the forest like a tide, waving their swords, spears and guns, shouting and running up wildly.

The open area of ​​more than a hundred meters was soon filled with a large number of indigenous warriors, who were rushing forward.

Some of the native archers rushed forward and stopped, drew their bows and shot arrows at the shadows. The arrows flew around and hit the wooden fences, the shadows, or flew over the wooden fences and into the camp.

from beginning to end
There was not much noise in the camp, as if everyone was fast asleep and could not foresee the great danger that was about to come.

This made the indigenous warriors even more excited. They had already imagined using the weapons in their hands to smash the heads of the invaders, letting their blood spill, and adding to their honor of bravery in the tribe.

With my blood boiling, I couldn't help but quicken my pace.

then……

A series of dull falling sounds rang out one after another, accompanied by screams and wails.

The native warrior in front fell headfirst into a deep trench, and the people behind him were unable to stop in time and fell in as well. They immediately fell dizzy and couldn't help but screaming loudly.

Some of the smart people around them jumped up quickly, but they bumped into the sharp spikes of a long pole behind the deep trench. The inertia of their bodies carried the weight and pierced their bodies directly.

I couldn't see clearly in the dark and didn't know what was happening.

The native warriors in front fell into the deep trench like dumplings, or were impaled on the sharp spikes.

The native warrior behind was still rushing forward, but his steps were a little hesitant, and then he fell on the slope in front of the deep trench, almost dying.

Before he could even get up, he was stepped on by several big feet. He heard the crisp sound of bones breaking and couldn't help but wail loudly.

Such situations continued to occur around the camp.

A few alert natives stopped in front of the deep trench. When they found that the momentum was not right, they desperately shouted to their companions to stop attacking.

Unexpectedly, he was knocked into a deep trench by a dark shadow that rushed up from nowhere. Before he could get up, a heavy body fell on his head and he was immediately crushed to the ground.

The attack lasted only a few minutes
It was like a nightmare. When the native warriors realized something was wrong, they stopped hesitantly.

At this moment

A terrifying horn sounded from the camp. In a blink of an eye, countless figures stood on the wall and dozens of rockets were fired.

The rockets were not aimed at the indigenous warriors, but at the haystacks dozens of meters outside the camp. When the rockets fell densely, piles of firewood were ignited.

After a dozen haystacks were set on fire, the entire camp was immediately lit up, illuminating the attacking indigenous warriors as if it were daytime.

"Aim, shoot!"

After the officer gave the order, "Bang, bang, bang..." continuous volleys of gunfire sounded, like the grin of the devil of death, knocking the indigenous warriors in the open area to the ground in large numbers.

His body fell limply amidst the splattering blood.

The dense sound of gunfire continued for six or seven minutes, until all the native warriors in sight were killed. The commanders shouted, "Hold on!" "Okay, okay, I said stop firing."

At this moment, the strong smell of blood has enveloped the entire forest, and wailing sounds are everywhere.

Don't forget that there were many indigenous warriors who fell into the deep trench. Most of them were injured but not dead.

(End of this chapter)