The situation in Kalimantan was fermenting, and no one knew what the final situation would be. However, at the end of the first month of 1892, Bandar Seri Begawan welcomed an unexpected guest.

"Who did he say he was?" Zhang Wentao stood up suddenly after hearing the secretary's words.

"The survivors of Lanfang, I beg you, for the sake of the same culture and species, please send troops to rescue us. The common people are willing to work as cattle and horses to serve as envoys." Zhang Wentao walked to the lobby, and seven or eight people knelt down with a roar.

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"Sir, the blood in our bodies is the same. I beg you, please save us because we and other overseas wanderers have a hard time surviving!"

"I still have five hundred catties of gold and one hundred thousand taels of silver, which I would like to use as military supplies. I just ask you to send troops as soon as possible..."

"Woo...Woo~"

Zhang Wentao had never seen such a scene before. He suddenly panicked and lost his mind.

"Get up first and then talk. Get up, get up." Zhang Wentao was chatting with the group of people.

"Shut up, everyone. Someone can speak clearly and explain clearly what happened!" Yang Tao just finished inspecting the base construction and encountered this situation when he came back. After asking the guards, he shouted.

"Yes, yes, what do you want to do? First explain clearly what happened!" Zhang Wentao came back to his senses and asked.

It's a pity that these people just know how to cry, and they can't explain clearly when they cry.

"Tell me, what happened!" Yang Tao felt that he couldn't wait any longer. Since he was asking for help, his troops were so quick that he didn't have to worry about much.

I pulled the last man, about twenty-seven or eight, and asked.

"I, I, I...this...is...help! That's right! The indigenous people are surrounding us. We came here to ask for help. Help!" the man said tremblingly.

"Where is the location? How many of you are there? How many of the natives are there?"

It's a pity that except for the number of eight thousand, there are no useful words.

"Where there is no name, we call it Longdan. It is in the southwest, about two hundred miles away." A girl's voice came from slightly in front.

"Is there a direct road?" Yang Tao asked.

"Yes, but it's raining and the big car can't pass." The girl looked at him and said.

"Do you have weapons?"

"There are bows and arrows and muskets."

"Who are the people who are surrounding you?"

"Most of them are natives, and a small part are red-haired ghosts. We divided three teams and ran out to report the news. Now the leader has led his people to hide in the mountains and defend them according to the danger. Please send troops as soon as possible."

"Is there any evidence?"

"This is the official seal of Lanfang. We only have this..." the girl said sadly.

"You guys take a rest first, and we will prepare now. We will set off early tomorrow morning and we need three guides." Yang Tao nodded, took the seal, looked at the circle of men again, and said with a look of disgust.

"We don't need to rest, we can do it now!" the girl stood up and said excitedly.

"It takes time to assemble the army, and it also takes time to prepare military rations and ammunition supplies. I have to be responsible for them." Yang Tao softened his expression and said.

The group of people were taken down, and Zhang Wentao was dumbfounded.

"Governor, please negotiate with the British. One hundred kilometers to the southwest, it should still be within the British sphere of influence. The Dutch have already penetrated here." Yang Tao said.

"Okay! You go as soon as possible, and I will handle the rest." Zhang Wentao said after coming back to his senses.

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In Surabaya, after Liu Yiming received the telegram, he immediately laid down on the map.

"Are the Dutch already so deep?" Liu Yiming used chess pieces to place on the map of Kalimantan, with the British flag and the Dutch flag on it. Originally there was a large blank space in the middle, but now it is replaced by the Dutch flag.

"Send a report to Yang Tao to allow the operation, mainly to capture people. In addition, contact the British consul Mr. Cyril and say that there are important matters to discuss." Regardless of whether these people are Dutch or not, he is now.

Obviously, Britain thinks the same way. If Her Majesty the Queen supports South China, then the government must set an example.

"The British Empire expresses regret and great indignation at the unprovoked act of Dutch troops entering the territory of the British Empire!" This is what the British Ambassador to the Netherlands said to the Dutch Prime Minister.

"Stop all actions that anger the British. We can just hold Kalimantan now. When the navy takes back Java, the Chinese will no longer be a threat." This is what the Prime Minister said to the Minister of War.

"Let the navy play in the mud!" These were the words secretly sent by the Minister of War to the Chief of Staff of the Dutch East India.

"Tell those idiots who have made their own decisions to stay in the city and stop going out to cause trouble!" the chief of staff scolded the division commander.

As a result, the Kalimantan He Army, full of resentment, fell into a state of disarray, quietly watching the tribes supporting the Dutch in Kalimantan fall into chaos one by one.

Of course, this is something.

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Now, on the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, Yang Tao led two battalions of the Fourth Division into the boundless rain forest to rescue the trapped compatriots.

"General Yang, can't you go faster?" Liu Fang asked anxiously from the side.

Liu Fang was the girl who also served as a guide, but there were only two guides accompanying her. The others refused to go back no matter what, which made Yang Tao furious.

"Miss Liu, this is already a fast march. We are going to save people, not to kill them. It's only a hundred kilometers away. We can get there in three days, don't worry."

The reason why Yang Tao said this is, firstly, because according to Liu Fang, the Chinese have a certain fighting capacity, and after repelling the first wave, they are fighting and retreating, retreating to the mountains.

Second, even if you go into battle lightly, you still have mules and horses to transport light weapons and baggage. Marching thirty-five kilometers a day is already the limit.

Nanhua's schedule is to get up at four in the morning, have breakfast, break camp at five o'clock, set up camp at twelve noon, rest, have dinner at four in the afternoon, break camp, and march until seven o'clock. It's too hot in the middle, and heatstroke is easy to occur during forced marches.

Liu Fang knew it couldn't be done faster, so she didn't mention it again.

Three days later, on the 21st of the twelfth lunar month, the vanguard discovered the active savages and a firefight broke out.

"Report to the commander, our scouts discovered a group of savages. After an initial exchange of fire, they captured thirteen people, killed seven, and the rest fled." The scouts came to report.

"What was the result of the interrogation?" Yang Tao asked after taking a sip of water.

"I can't interrogate him because I don't understand the language," the scout said gloomily.

"There are dozens of ethnic groups and thousands of tribes on this island. I don't blame you." Yang Tao waved his hand.

"Set up camp and clean up the surrounding areas." Yang Tao ordered.

"Ms. Liu, we have arrived. Do you have any way to contact them?" Yang Tao asked.

"They should be on the mountain, but I don't know exactly where they are." Liu Fang lowered her head and said.

"That's all, why don't you go and check it out and see if you can find any useful information." Yang Tao suggested.

Liu Fang followed the scouts, and Yang Tao stopped and looked at the map to check his position.

A night of silence.

The next day, the sun rose as usual and hung high in the sky.

After interrogation all night yesterday, the Chinese were blocked on a mountain three kilometers east of Yangtao. Three Yak tribes participated, as well as a group of white people.

How many people specifically? You can't expect primitive tribesmen who have never learned anything to know this.

"The reconnaissance battalion is in front. If you find the enemy, don't act rashly. The first battalion will follow with the baggage team." Yang Tao did not use any strange formations, but pressed forward in an upright manner.

after an hour.

"Company commander, we found a camp ahead. Preliminary inspection showed that there are about 400 people, but no Dutch were found."

"Go around and continue searching. Our goal is to rescue our compatriots." The company commander saw with his telescope.

"Yes! But it's so close and there's no sound of gunfire. This is wrong!" the scout said depressedly.

"Don't worry..."

boom!

"The sound of artillery! To the northeast, very close!" Before he could finish speaking, the sound of artillery sounded.

"Why is there only one sound? Stink bomb?" the scout muttered.

Bang bang bang.

"You go report it to the commander, and I'll go investigate." The reconnaissance company commander rushed forward with his assistant.

Along the way, we met many investigation teams, so we reorganized them according to their military ranks. Two platoons were enough.

"Found it!" After crossing a slope, the company commander saw the charging natives. The target was a huge cave. If nothing else, it was the goal of his trip.

"Their firepower is too weak, we have to find ways to support them." The company commander looked at the sparse smoke on the Chinese side, which was obviously a lack of guns.

"The first row is on the left, the second row is on the right, touch them for harassing shooting, and the signal soldiers will report to Commander Yang." After the combat mission was issued, the company commander led the first platoon to the left front.

The natives did not expect to encounter a sneak attack, and the Dutch were arrogant. They did not expect that the South China Army would arrive, and there was no such thing as battlefield warning.

"Check the equipment and prepare to fight!" After successfully reaching the rear of the natives, the company commander checked the shotgun in his hand, which belonged to the communications soldier he had just snatched.

"complete!"

"Complete"*n

"The first squad is on the left, the second squad is on the right, and the third squad is in the middle. Form a dense formation and kill them all."

This is a very stupid attack method, but it is a great weapon against the natives!

Bang bang bang!
To be continued...