The employees of the Canal Company, no matter whether they are from Europe or hired locally, they are all civilians. Once they see the bright bayonets, everyone has to worry about their own lives first. At this time, all the pride of Europeans is thrown away. Java is gone.
As for the local indigenous people, they are not nosy. In their eyes, no matter where the foreigners come from, as long as they have more guns and larger artillery caliber, it makes sense. One look at how these oriental faces are more fierce than the French. Everyone ran away in fear.
Are there no French troops stationed around the canal? Of course there are some, but heavy troops are generally hoarded in Port Said and Port Suez, and the rest are concentrated on the banks of the Nile, Cairo and other places.
Small towns like these often have a company, but only a platoon of troops, and they are extremely short of heavy firepower.
The sentries in the military camp looked at this group of wolf-like Chinese troops, and then looked at the Zhiyuan's main gun as thick as a human head, and they were all dumbfounded.
On one side, there are bullets loaded and fully armed, and on the other side, there is a person who is dozing off in a daze and has not even put on his boots. The two sides are fighting decisively.
"Surround and disarm them!" Groups of Chinese marines rushed into the barracks. The French had no time to organize resistance, and the arsenal had already been confiscated.
The entire military camp was filled with shouts and curses. Just as the sentry at the door was about to fire a warning shot, several figures jumped out from behind him and pinned him to the sand.
The French may feel that they are too confident in their rule here. The so-called military camps are actually rows of wooden houses with no walls around them. A few barbed wire fences circle an open space, and a company is stationed in five or six houses. of military strength.
This is a commanding height on the eastern outskirts of the small town of Ismailia. Standing here you can overlook the entire town and the canal behind it. It is a typical strategic location.
In order to be sure, Pang Chaoyun and Ma Hui mobilized more than 200 people to attack the military camp. However, they never expected that there were less than 100 people in the entire military camp, not even a reinforced company.
The sentries were tied up, and the remaining brothers cut the barbed wire and swarmed in. They pointed their rifles around vigilantly. In order to increase the rate of fire, each squad leader even brought out a few repeating Spencers.
But what is shocking is that there is no resistance at all in the military camp. The windows are opened and the wooden door is opened a crack, and all the faces exposed inside are sleepy faces.
"God, what time is it, what is happening outside?"
"God! There is a devil sneak attack"
The room was in chaos, and it’s no wonder they were yelling. Soldiers with oil paint on their faces didn’t exist at all in this era. The so-called camouflage paint didn’t appear until the latter part of World War II.
As for these Chinese Marines trained in special warfare, the young men are wearing khaki camouflage cloaks and their faces are covered with oil paint. In the dark night, they look like nothing but ghosts.
"Where are my boots and where are my pants? Damn it, what are you doing wearing my clothes?"
"Rifles, the quartermaster is ready for battle. Where are our bullets? Damn it, the arsenal is blocked by the devil outside."
Pang Chaoyun looked really embarrassed. He thought that these French people could not live up to the reputation of the world's second most powerful military country. How come they were not as chaotic as the Eight Banners Green Camp soldiers.
"Ma Hui, do you still remember how you looked when you were carrying a gun for the Qing Dynasty in Dagokou? It looks a bit like it, doesn't it?"
Ma Hui looked embarrassed, "Why are you bringing this up? It happened several years ago. Everyone obeyed my order, fixed their bayonets, pointed at the wooden boards and windows, and assassinated!"
"Kill!" A low roar followed, followed by hundreds of bayonets, which pierced through the thin wooden wall. The glass also shattered piece by piece. The soldiers in the room screamed in horror. stand up.
"Don't shoot. So you are not devils. What kind of army are you?"
"We are Chinese Marines! Entrusted by your consul, we are tracking the whereabouts of desert bandits along the way! Did you sneak attack and fire artillery in the fifth station town?" the translator yelled.
"No, no, no, God, we are regular troops, what are we not thieves? You are Chinese! Impossible."
Nothing is impossible. Immediately after the horseback gave another order, the bayonet stabbed in again. The wooden wall was filled with a dense forest of bayonets.
"We surrendered and we cooperated. The arsenal has been occupied by you. How can we fight?"
The door opened, and soldiers filed out one after another with their heads in hands, and squatted down on the playground one by one. Ma Hui and others almost lost their temper when they saw this group of ignorant soldiers. They were barefoot and wearing pajamas, and their shirtless eyes were full of eye shit.
Surrounded by bayonets, no one dared to move. Looking at the Chinese bayonets and rifles, as well as the bright brass bullets on the cowhide armed belts, these French people knew that they would not get good results if they dared to move.
The last house is where the company commander, platoon commander and other officers live. It is also the last one to come out. At this time, they still have to be gentlemanly. The company commander and the three platoon commanders actually put on their military uniforms and tidied up. He has a military appearance, even his hair and beard are combed very quietly.
After walking out of the door, the soldiers beside him were stunned by this style and subconsciously made way for a way out.
The French company commander looked around and found that Pang Chaoyun and Ma Hui's clothes were the most special. There were special gold stars and patterns embroidered with gold thread on the collars, indicating that these two people had the highest status.
The French company commander walked up to the two men and saluted with a military salute. "Excuse me, when did you declare war with France? Do you abide by the public laws of all nations? Can we prisoners enjoy preferential treatment?"
Damn, everyone was booing. After doing this for a long time, Gao Gao had a lot of momentum, but in the end he still surrendered. What are the conditions for surrender?
Is this France, known as the country with the strongest army? Surrendered without firing a shot? Want preferential treatment? This previous information is completely different!
Pang Chaoyun and Ma returned with a military salute: "I'm sorry, we are not going to war with you. We are just protecting the safety of the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty and our head of state along the way."
"In the town of the fifth stop, attackers of unknown origin bombarded our warship. We have received an invitation from your consul, Viscount Ferdinand. We can search all possible places along the way."
"We are not here to fight you. We just want to ensure that your weapons and ammunition do not cause any accidents while the fleet is here."
"What?" The French company commander was dumbfounded. "Impossible, the consul wouldn't send such a random death? You are lying."
Ma Hui smiled and said, "I'm not lying. Go check it out for yourself. We're just here to follow the commander's order and remove the firing pins from all the rifles in this military camp. I'm afraid they will fire!"
There was a sound of dismantling parts in the military camp. More than a hundred Saspor needle guns were dismantled into parts, and the most important firing pin was taken away by the Marines.
The Chinese came and went like the wind, and soon more than 200 marines withdrew from the high ground.
The remaining more than a hundred French people were speechless and looked in the direction of the canal in the cold wind, with their mouths wide open. At the end of their sight, endless warships on the canal were rolling forward, a river of fire composed of lights. It's flowing.
