When the 30mm cannons on the armored vehicles attacked the two regiments of Württemberg troops, the sound of the artillery that shocked the four fields immediately aroused the alert of the defenders on the other side of the Urong River. Although the obstruction of the woods made them unable to see the specific combat situation on the other side, both the Governor Overstratten and the officers below knew one thing: the four-pound cannon and the two-pound cannon would definitely not make that shocking explosion.

Soon, several officers who fled back to the other side of the shore reported the situation of the war to Overstratten. The young governor was shocked after hearing the news. He did not expect that the two regiments would be defeated so quickly.

The VOC coalition forces are similar to the European troops of the same era. Each regiment is basically composed of two battalions, with combat forces ranging from 800 to 1,000. Since Van der Gus wanted to restrain the attention of the Northern Navy, he led two full regiments, namely 4,000 people. Decoral had 4,700 people, including a Java regiment composed of 600 Wandan Tumen.

Even if four thousand people fought in the field, they could not defeat the two thousand people on the other side, let alone the 4,700 people to fight the half-finished fortress. So he immediately wrote an emergency order, signed his name and handed it over to the messenger, and asked him to hand it over to Major General Decoral, and ordered him to withdraw immediately.

Now, in addition to the 12-pound artillery that was inconvenient to maneuver, there are two dissatisfied Württemberg regiments left, one Indian regiment and two Java regiments. If Decoral's troops had one, then Overstratten could do was destroy the pontoon bridge and lead the army to retreat to Silang. As for Artin, there was no need to care about it, so he could only ask for his own blessing.

Overstratten stared at the map with his brows frowned, and his original confidence became more and more ups and downs. Now it seems that the combat plan he and Artin are probably hanging. With such a fierce artillery attack, Overstratten could not imagine that any other country's army in the world could withstand it. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn his gaze to several British officers dozens of meters away.

Beihai Town signed a military mutual assistance agreement with the locally governed French people last year, and then reached a military cooperation with the "Tiger of Mysore", which made Cornwallis, the governor of the British East India Company, alerted. When he learned that the Dutch were secretly preparing for a war aimed at recapturing Batavia, he immediately provided a batch of arms and food to the Dutch Ceylon, and then provided financial support.

Cornwallis hopes that the Dutch and Beihai Town will fight to the death in Java, and it will be difficult to solve, so that he can quickly send troops to take down local governance, so that Beihai Town will not have time to intervene. Since September last year, the Governor's Office of Madras has installed spies in Pazayalai, staring at the every move of the two hundred-man unit.

Because Beihai Town was very strict in the military camp in Pazayalai and used some unknown surveillance methods, it was difficult for British spies to observe how Beihai Town trained troops. However, the more they were hidden, the more interested the British were. In order to learn more about the combat effectiveness and combat methods of the ground troops in Beihai Town, Cornwallis sent a battlefield observation team composed of several middle and senior officers.

The "Changxing Island Naval Battle" a few years ago left an indelible impression on the British officers who trained the Qing fleet. After returning to Kolkata, those people made a big splash and aroused the interest of many people. Therefore, the battlefield observers of the EIC included the Royal Navy of India, the Bangladesh Artillery Unit, the Bangladesh Staff Corps, and the Madras Command.

More than ten minutes ago, when Van der Gus' troops were hit by overwhelming artillery fire, Major Edward Montagu, who had been paying attention to the situation on the other side, was stunned on the spot, but soon his face showed various complex emotions such as shock, excitement, confusion.

As the youngest son of the British Royal Admiral John Montagu, Edward Montagu, came to India at the age of 15 and joined the Bangladesh artillery force at the age of 17. It took 21 years to go through battles of all sizes, and gradually rose from a "fireworker officer" who manages ammunition trucks to an artillery major. In the history of another time and space, this person finally became the commander of the Bangladesh artillery at the age of 44.

Montagu believed that he knew the artillery well, and he knew all kinds of calibers, types, new styles, old styles and ammunition. However, after watching for a long time, the only thing he could be sure of was that the other party used a new cannon. Not only was the powerful shells, but the rate of fire was extremely high, which completely exceeded his understanding of artillery. In his opinion, even the 64-pound carona cannon with the largest caliber of the Royal Navy cannot be compared with it!

"William is right, the Cyrius artillery is simply indescribable." Montagu's heart was filled with powerlessness and confusion. He even felt that his decades of artillery career had become a joke.

The William he mentioned was Major William Kirkpatrick, who had witnessed the Battle of Changxing Island with his own eyes and was sent to the north by Cornwallis to negotiate with the Qing Dynasty. Although he served in the Bangladesh Staff Corps and was not the same unit as Montagu, his personal relationship was good.

"It seems that being a soldier is a dangerous business, especially when it comes to VOC soldiers. I had high hopes for this war, but it seems that this is a massacre that fills people's lives, which is so sad."

"Some people absurdly believe that war is almost civilization, but in my opinion, it is just a destruction of life and nothing else. To resolve the war, you can only fight every battle with your heart. Faced with such an opponent, there is no way out except to fight to the death, so that you can be worthy of the fallen corpses."

"Yes, a dangerous deal!"

Hearing the philosophical discussion of his subordinates, Colonel John Freud from Madras Command put down the telescope in his hand and said to his colleagues present in a serious tone: "Gentlemen, it seems that the outcome of this war is no longer suspense. The Dutch rule in Java will end with the end of the war. What we have to do is report everything we see to Kolkata as soon as possible."

Just as the British were feeling a lot, Major General Decoral, who led three regiments to attack from the southern line, had already arrived at a location 1,200 meters away from the North Navy camp. Hearing the rumbling cannons from afar, Decoral thought that the enemy was attracted by Van der Gus' troops, so he couldn't wait to launch an attack and directly pressed the entire army.

"Let the armored vehicle go out for a walk! MMP, let me deal with these turtle sons today!"

He Xiwen is not Hood. He is in the mood and has no time to play infantry shooting with the Dutch. There are more than 3,000 civilians in the camp, and many projects have not been completed.

The armored vehicles were dispatched rumbling, and the two companies of the Huian Battalion and one battalion of the minion army provided infantry support.

Decoral learned from the scout that only a thousand people were dispatched to the opposite North Navy, and the "green box monster" mentioned by the Indian territory soldier. He was so arrogant that he didn't take it seriously at all, but the bloody reality quickly taught him a lesson.

When the 30mm machine gun and 100mm low-pressure rifled gun on the armored vehicle fired alternately, the shell shell kept gushing out from the front of the vehicle body, and the Java mercenary group on the right wing immediately suffered a devastating blow, and only five minutes later, there were casualties and injuries everywhere.

Decoral was shocked to see this and finally realized that he had seriously misjudged the enemy's strength. Just as he was hesitating whether to continue attacking or retreating, the artillery fire on the opposite side had turned to the head of the regiment attacking in the middle. The soldiers of the North Navy surrounded the "Green Box Monster" and kept shooting close-range targets.

Although in order to achieve the tactic of queuing and shooting in line, the infantry in the line had to endure the enemy's artillery fire and shooting, the soldiers of Württemberg were just to make a living, and no one wanted to line up to die. Seeing that their companions were either blown up by artillery fire and flew into the sky, or were beaten to pieces and splashed with blood, these mercenaries could no longer bear it. Once the morale that determined the fate of the battlefield fell, the extremely terrifying atmosphere would cause a great collapse like an infectious disease.

"O God! They are the devils!"

"Retreat! Retreat!"

"Go back! Keep attacking!"

Decoral's entire face was distorted by anger and his face turned red. He raised his sword and tried to reorganize the chaotic soldiers, but everyone was running away, shouting loudly, and ignoring his orders at all.

The defeated soldiers came to the pontoon bridge. Because the bridge deck was crowded, the people behind had to stop and curse loudly. When the gunfire behind them got closer, someone finally threw down his rifle, jumped into the surging Urong River, and swam desperately towards the opposite shore. When the armored vehicles of the North Navy chased the pontoon bridge with hundreds of soldiers, thousands of soldiers who had nowhere to escape had to put down their weapons and surrender. The artillery on the other shore was ready to shoot, but they did not dare to fire because the monster was surrounded by their own people.

"Quick! Remove the bridge! Don't let the enemy cross the river, otherwise we will be all done!" With the loud roar of several officers, a group of artillery soldiers and civilians picked up the tools at hand and slashed them desperately. The rope tied to the pontoon bridge finally broke, and the stormy water flow quickly washed this end of the pontoon bridge away from the river bank.

"Bang! Bang!"

Several shells landed on a cannon position on the other side. The 12-pound bronze cannon, which weighed thousands of pounds, exploded immediately, and five artillery soldiers also died on the spot. This made the defeated soldiers who thought they had escaped and fled in a blink of an eye.

Inside the armored vehicle, the gunner who stopped shooting excitedly said to the others: "Do you want to drive over and fuck them? Maybe you can catch a general!"

The commander said, "Forget it! The bridge is broken, and it is very dangerous to have no cover from infantry."

When Overstratten saw Major General Decoral in a mess, he first gave the order to send someone to demolish the pontoon bridge on the north. Although the Northern Navy on the other side did not launch an attack, he had decided to let the troops retreat to Silang tonight.

At dusk, in the VOC army camp on the west bank of the Urong River, people shouted and horses were neighing and making noise. All the soldiers were packing things, food, weapons, tents, and everything they could take away. The officers of the EIC battlefield observation team were also packing their luggage, but their destination was Wandan Port.

Artillery Major Edward Montagu came to Colonel John Floyd's tent and asked the other party to follow Overstratten to Cyron.

"Major, can you tell you the reason for doing this?"

"Col. Although the Dutch were defeated, we did not understand the weapons and infantry tactics of the Seris. Their green box was said to be a devil by the guys from Württemberg, but in my opinion, it was nothing more than a mechanical device. Since it was artificial, there must be weaknesses. As you said before, Madras has not yet figured out the strength of Pazayaray...."

"Major Montagu, what do you want to say? It's just a 200-man army. Even if there are still a thousand local soldiers from Mysore, there is nothing to worry about. You're too worried!"

"Col. I want to say that what we are facing is an unknown and terrible opponent. If that's the case, we must learn more, otherwise they will have a significant impact once they present such weapons in local governance or Mysore, or even on the European battlefield."

Colonel Floyd stared at Montague for a moment, patted the other person's shoulder and praised: "Edward, I admire your personal courage very much. Well, I will let Matthew stay with you, and I will let the 'Sophie' stay in Port Banten and pick you up at any time."

After learning about the battle situation ahead, He Xiwen happily sent a report to Zhao Xin, saying that he had killed countless enemies, captured countless prisoners, seized countless Dutch people, and was ready to escape. Zhao Xin's reply was to not cross the river and pursue it for the time being, so he guarded in Langarshbedong, and sent people to cross the river when the Dutch retreated. Now Zheng Wenxian's fleet has completed the supply and headed to Wandan Port. Once the blockade is completed, Overstratten can only surrender.

The enemy of Langashbetong retreated, and the Artin, who led the troops to Bacheng, knew nothing about this. However, at this time he was already overwhelmed by the harassment tactics of the North Navy Special Forces Battalion. Since leaving Wandong, officers have been killed and injured by bullets shot from the deep forests and on the mountains almost at any time. The regiment commander alone has changed two, the battalion commander has changed seven, and the other lieutenants have suffered numerous casualties and injuries, and the morale of the troops has been severely shaken.

Even once, when Artin was surrounded by his staff members looking at the map, a bullet shot down a captain beside him on the spot, which scared Artin to sweat.

There is no way, who made the officers of this year wear colorful clothes and ride tall horses? Who would you hit if you don’t hit you?

For these enemies wearing leaves and grass, who were lingering in the mountains and forests like ghosts, Artin and his men were both hated and afraid from top to bottom. Even if they asked the Jingliwen Tumen, who was most familiar with this rainforest, to assist in the search, they still found nothing; and those ghostly guys often killed people invisibly, and many soldiers disappeared as they walked, and when they were found, they had become a corpse.

On the fifth day after the troops set off, a shocking news from the rear made Artin completely give up his attack plan, and he ordered the troops to immediately withdraw the battalion.

It turned out that the arsenal and grain warehouse he set up outside Wandong City was attacked the night before yesterday. The big explosion of 30,000 pounds of gunpowder flattened the entire arsenal, and the defenders suffered heavy casualties. The most deadly was the grain warehouse, with about 200,000 bushels of wheat and rice burned into coke. Well, he didn't have to guess who did this.

It is easy to start a war, but it is not so easy to end. For Zhao Xin, he asked Wen Dai's team to lose two people to blow up the arsenal, not to let Arting slap his butt and leave easily.

Under his order, all the remaining troops from the Special Forces Battalion and the Land Battalion were dispatched, and even Chai Rugui brought some guards to the battle, clenched the retreating enemy forces and launched an unscrupulous pursuit.
Chapter completed!