The Baram River, which later became the boundary river between Malaysia and the Kingdom of Brunei, originates from the Yilan Mountains and flows northward into the South China Sea. Due to its location in the tropics with abundant rainfall, a long and narrow impact plain was carved out at the downstream entrance to the sea. The river surface is also wide and fast. .
During this period, there were many typhoons in the South China Sea. Two storms destroyed countless virgin forests in central Kalimantan. Giant trees and vines fell into the river and flowed down the river into the sea.
At this moment, the mouth of the Balan River is roaring with foam. Giant trees rolling in the river are flowing down the river. Dead branches and leaves of vines are floating all over the river. People can even see frightened little monkeys on the tree trunks looking at the squeaking chaos on both sides. Yell, there are some weird trees in the water. The locals know at a glance that they are all crocodiles that have been washed out.
The weather conditions were also very bad at the moment. It started to rain lightly at 5 o'clock and then became heavier and heavier. Although it did not reach the level of a violent storm, the locals knew that this kind of rain would be endless.
At a quarter past five, the indigenous coalition forces on the east bank of the river were horrified to find countless light spots on the other side. An officer took a look with a telescope and gasped. They were all precious glass windproof and rainproof lanterns.
Under the lights, countless Chinese people gathered together. These Chinese people with firm eyes, thin bodies but full of strength were forming a team to prepare for crossing the river. The battle was about to take place in the incredible rain.
"What are those Chinese going to do? Attack in this weather? They are crazy..."
"Get ready for battle! Everyone, don't sleep anymore, come out quickly and get ready for battle... Where are our cannons? Push them out..."
A group of dead pig-like natives slept in a bamboo house made of bamboo poles and banana leaves. Under the angry scolding of officers at all levels, a group of confused soldiers got up and grabbed the pants of those who took the wrong guns and stood in the wrong team. Making a fuss is like chasing ducks.
"Report to the commander! The gunpowder of No. 2 Fort has become damp..."
"Asshole! Isn't there a rainproof shelter? How could it get damp?"
"Sir, the wind blew last night and blew away a corner of the rainwater..."
"Asshole! Didn't you stand guard last night? A bunch of lazy guys..."
The quality of the indigenous soldiers was limited to this virtue. The officers did not scold these soldiers. Even they were lazy and slept when it was their turn to stand guard.
Chaos, the entire aboriginal coalition was just a mess. The soldiers stood in the cold rain without eating breakfast, desperately pouring water from the barrels of their guns. The large bags of gunpowder became damp and could not be used. The soldiers who were forced to find themselves could only find themselves again. Spears, bows and arrows and even blow syringes ready for battle.
Only a small number of the guards of the Sudanese kings can be equipped with some needle-loaded fixed-loading rifles, and the number of these people is too small, and they can only block key areas.
"Stand firm, don't be chaotic! Our muskets can't be used, and the Chinese dogs on the opposite side can't be used. We are on the defensive side. They have to cross the river by themselves. We will win..."
"We must win... Ah Zhi... we must win..." The sparse response really didn't give the officer face.
There was already chaos on the east bank of the Balan River. The frontline commanders could not figure out where the Chinese were heading, so they could only urgently ask for help from the rear. More and more soldiers were marching from the Daru area despite the rain, and soon Balan There were more than 30,000 indigenous soldiers gathered on the east bank of the river, and they were all soaked like wild ducks in the heavy rain.
These natives were ferocious enough. They actually danced tribal war songs in the heavy rain. Each of them was bare-chested and wearing a grass skirt, roaring and waving their spears.
Even the drummer of the tribe began to knock on the wooden drums, and a group of people sang and jumped, oh ... the roar of the roar in the mountain forest was collectively estrus.
On the other side of the river, the first 20,000 young Chinese men on the other side of the river were in shambles. Among them were military instructors who had been supported by Ryukyu to clean up the ranks. Nanyang Chinese officers who had studied at the Ryukyu Army Training College all stopped for this war. Rush back from school to join the battle.
Fang Dong and Wu Haoran are the best among these trainees. They are descendants of Nanyang Chinese but have deep feelings for their mother country. As soon as Xiao Letian opened the doors of the military academy, they took advantage of the financial support of their families to Chuan went to the north and passed many exams and finally passed the military academy.
Now that a war has broken out in their hometown, how can they survive alone? The college gave them an indefinite leave and encouraged them to go back and fight. These out-of-school military students became the original officer corps of the Bailayi Guard.
"Everyone, listen up! This heavy rain cannot stop the war of our Chinese people..." Fang Dong stood on a pile of wood and loudly cheered for the advance team.
"This is the last battle. The head of state is watching us on the sea. A battalion of Chinese regular troops is waiting for our signal!"
"Remember our mission...forcibly cross the Balan River, don't care about death, use our lives to attract all the enemy's firepower! Fight for the time for the Führer's army to grab the stall!"
"Brothers, I know what's in the river! There are giant trees that will kill you if you hit them, there are vines that can wrap around your hands and feet and make you drown, there are also swamp crocodiles that have been washed out by flash floods... and there are some shameless indigenous monkeys who take advantage of the fire!"
"But we are not afraid! There is no death on the way to charge! If you are afraid of death, don't be a soldier. If you are afraid of death, don't think about national independence. If you are afraid of death, go home and continue to be the slaves of these local kings!"
"We risked our lives today so that tomorrow our children and grandchildren can have a peaceful and prosperous life! The whole army is ready for war and we will forcefully cross the Balan River in a quarter of an hour!"
Division Commander Fangdong was shouting hoarsely in the heavy rain to boost the morale of the troops, but what he got was shouts of killing one after another!
His comrade-in-arms Wu Haoran had a different style. He walked among the soldiers preparing for battle and inspected the equipment one by one.
Canoes, rafts, inflated animal bladders... and even empty glass bottles with their mouths plugged were all necessary for soldiers to cross the river.
"Remember, the Balan River is at its most dangerous now. We don't have a bridge, so we can only cross it by our own strength..."
"Both canoes and rafts are unreliable. What is truly reliable is your water quality. Remember, don't panic when you fall into the water. Follow the group forward and don't be left alone..."
"Muskets are the most important weapon. We don't have that many fixed-loading rifles. The entire army only has more than 10,000 rifles, and the ammunition is only more than ten rounds per person..."
"A group of three or three, two armed with cold weapons to protect one rifleman, the three of you are one body and one life, support each other and protect each other!"
"Remember, it's okay if you die, but you have to pass the rifle to the next brother after you die!"
"Are you ready? The head of state is watching us from the sea! The general attack is about to begin... follow me into the water!"
At that moment, the west bank of the Balan River suddenly sounded the shrill sounds of countless charging horns. The house and officers such as Wu Haoran shouted, "Follow me and charge..." Tens of thousands of Chinese youths burst out with a roar like a mountain and a tsunami, and headed toward Balan. The river rushed away.
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