Wu Cheng, now a squad leader of the 2nd Battalion and 1st Company of the 1st Regiment of the South China Army, joined the South China Army during the second expansion of the army. As a civilian, he helped the South China Army conquer the northern fort in the Battle of Surabaya. As one of the guides, he followed the 1st Regiment.

Traveled three hundred kilometers.

At this time, Wu Cheng, as the squad leader, did not command a squad. There were seven people in his stronghold including him, divided into two combat groups, responsible for a section of more than 30 meters of trenches, and more than a dozen foxholes.

The Dutch attacked twice today. This was not their main attack direction and the pressure was very little.

But the fun and relaxation ended here. At three o'clock in the afternoon, the Dutch attacked for the third time, and the main direction of attack was here.

"Quick! Everyone get back to their positions!" Wu Cheng shouted.

The seven people were divided into two combat groups. In addition to him, there was also a combat group leader.

Soon, six people walked out of a simple shell-proof hole or a simple pit used for resting.

"What's going on?" The combat team leader was on duty last night and encountered two more attacks in the morning. He didn't go to bed until almost noon. He doesn't know what's going on now.

"The Dutch White Dogs are here again. It looks like they are the Dutch colonial army." Wu Cheng said.

"How do you say that?" The distance was still more than 200 meters. The combat team leader poked his head out and took a few glances. He only saw people and no difference.

"You can tell at a glance about their formation. The cowards in the back are forcing the ones in front to come up. It's a classic white dog chasing away the local dog." Wu Cheng said.

"It's true! This native is really stupid, even if he is like this, he still works for the red-haired ghost!" The combat team leader quickly poked his head out, took a few glances, and then retracted.

This was a standard tactical move, but it was too advanced for the natives. The superstitious natives' hands and feet were trembling as they looked at the Nanhua Army's position with half of their heads sticking out from time to time.

Unfortunately, under the urging of the Dutch behind them, they had to continue the attack.

"Come up, shoot what you can reach, don't waste bullets on what you can't reach!" Wu Cheng said, picked up the rifle, and quietly poked his head out from the reserved design position.

Aim and shoot.

Bang! The sound of gunfire was accompanied by smoke.

Observe, withdraw, and a series of actions are completed within ten seconds.

This is not the time to fight to the death, there is no need to stick to one place and shoot.

Moreover, the trenches are dug very deep. In the past two days, they have been dug to a width of 1.56 meters and a depth of 1.8 to 2 meters. It is probably impossible to dig shallower places.

The direction facing the Dutch is slanted, and there is a place where you can step on it, and you can shoot while lying down.

There are trenches as deep as those in movies and TV shows that can only be squatted, but they are temporary trenches for outdoor encounters. People squat and lie down to prepare for the attack. Who would dare to do this if they have to spend the night? The observer squats in the trench all night

?

boom!

From a distance of more than 180 meters, Wu Cheng fired another shot, hitting a native.

It can be seen that none of the natives who were hit died directly. It should be that the fatal parts were not concentrated. However, this man was already hopeless. Wu Cheng did not look at the natives struggling on the ground and began to look for the next target.

boom!

Wu Cheng fired the gun very rhythmically, hitting one every three shots on average. As for the 11mm lead bullet, a hit basically meant death. If he was not dead at the time, he would have to undergo surgery later.

You need to fight infections and get a tetanus vaccine, otherwise you will still die.

In this regard, Liu Yiming gave the South China Army adequate logistical supplies. The injured would have sufficient disinfectant alcohol, as well as sulfonamide and tetanus vaccines, which were enough to supply the injured. The field hospital also had morphine reserves for surgery.

The number of soldiers in the South China Army who had received first aid treatment accounted for one-third of the total. Each company had temporarily trained field doctors. They were very good at performing operations, but the suturing was ugly, but at least they could make do with it and save the people.

The field hospital also gathers more than 30 Chinese and foreign doctors who are proficient in surgery collected from various cities. The wounded will eventually be gathered here, and the lightly wounded will also come here for further treatment after undergoing temporary treatment.

There is a saying that after this battle is over, the level of surgical medicine in Java will be able to reach a higher level!

On the other hand, not to mention the indigenous people, even the Dutch colonial army could not get an adequate supply of medicines. They could only provide a certain amount of alcohol for disinfection. However, it would take many years before sulfonamides would be realized that they could be used to treat infections. At this time

It's also a dye.

There are not enough doctors, and the price of tetanus vaccine is much more expensive than that of a native.

boom!

The sound of gunshots around him brought Wu Cheng back to reality, and he cursed himself secretly. Wu Cheng poked his head out again, aiming at a native, but before he could fire, he caught sight of a Dutchman lying on his stomach secretly from the corner of his eye.

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Wu Cheng changed his goal. A Dutchman is worth much more than a native.

"The Dutch have few people, and if one of them is killed, he will feel distressed for a long time! If we kill a few more, we will be close to victory!" This is what their company commander said when he was boosting the morale of each team before the battle.

Wu Cheng thought it made sense, so he chose to fight the Dutch.

Aim and pull the trigger.

Kata~

Only then did Wu Cheng notice that there were no bullets in the magazine.

He quickly stepped back and patted his head, forgetting all this!

Quickly fill up the bullets and poke your head out again.

It's a pity that the Dutchman can no longer be found. Maybe he is hiding behind that rock? There is not so much time to search for the target on the battlefield, especially when the distance is only more than a hundred meters. If you hesitate, the enemy may rush up.

boom!

Another native was hit. This was Wu Cheng's third hit. A short line was scratched on the butt of the gun, and Wu Cheng changed places and continued to search for the target.

The entire Nanhua Army position is like this. The Nanhua soldiers who are accustomed to the rhythm of positional warfare have become increasingly difficult to deal with. They can easily intercept several times the number of enemies without shelling from both sides.

The company responsible for this direction has many skilled gunners like Wu Cheng, but the hit rate is lower than Wu Cheng.

Wu Cheng, who fired another shot, saw that the natives were about to rush forward, so he quickly fired again, but unfortunately he missed again.

Shrugging, Wu Cheng retreated into the trench, installed a bayonet on his gun, and looked ahead through the observation port.

wu～

Several screams were heard, and then a few black shadows scattered in the native battle line. The results were not great. Even for the natives who did not understand the basics, six shells only caused more than a dozen casualties.

The natives rushed to a position about twenty meters in front of the position.

Wu Cheng was about to fire a shot and start a hand-to-hand fight.

The grenade flew out of the trench and landed among the natives.

The dozen or so natives in front of Wu Cheng also received six pills, and they were the other six people in his stronghold.

Wu Cheng patted his head.

"Maybe it's time to take a rest." Wu Cheng thought.

"Squad leader, are you okay?" Seeing that the Dutch had retreated and the natives were panicking, the combat team leader had time to care about the squad leader.

"It's okay, I'm just a little tired. Just take a rest." Wu Cheng said.

"Okay, then you go to sleep. My blanket is still in the hole. You can wrap it up with me. It's quite cold at night." Seeing Wu Cheng's sallow face, the combat team leader said.

"No, you were the one keeping vigil yesterday. Let's change today. I'm fine. I just need to sleep for two hours!" Wu Cheng insisted.

After sleeping for an hour, the worried combat team leader went to see Wu Cheng after repairing the fortifications.

Wu Cheng was seen huddled up in a ball, sweating profusely. Seeing this, the combat team leader was shocked and touched Wu Cheng's head, which was extremely hot.

"It's over..." The combat team leader looked outside and shouted immediately when he saw the soldiers passing by.

"Taozi, let everyone stay in the cave. They are not allowed to walk around. They are not allowed to take anything out. In addition, don't let others come to our place." After saying that, he returned and carried Wu Cheng out.

"Team leader, squad leader, what's going on?" Before the soldier named Tao Zi could recover, he saw the squad leader being carried out. After a closer look, he was almost frightened.

"The monitor is showing off. I'm sending him to the hospital now. You tell everyone not to run around. This thing is contagious. I remember that the hospital has medicine. Wait until the doctor is sent from above. Don't take anything out, not even a piece of rice cake.

A sip of water!" the combat team leader warned.

"Yes..." Tao Zi's face turned pale with fright. He was trying to show off, it will be contagious!

Seeing the combat team leader carrying the squad leader away, Taozi also told everyone that the squad leader was acting up and was now being sent to the hospital.

When the combat team leader arrived at the hospital, he discovered that Wu Cheng was not the first to suffer from malaria. There were at least twenty or thirty others who were receiving treatment in the hospital.

The doctor took Wu Cheng, but did not let the combat team leader go. Instead, he was forced to change clothes, take a shower, wear a baggy hospital gown, and observe in the isolation area.

The tent in the isolation area was large, and the combat team leader lived alone in an empty tent. When he was still a little panicked, the door opened.

"Team leader!" Taozi said in surprise when he opened the door. Although he didn't know what the surprise was.

"Why are you here too?" the combat team leader asked.

"The doctor said that this time it should be transmitted by mosquitoes. There is no problem with our water source and food. Mosquitoes bit people and spread the disease. We don't know if we have been bitten. We have to come to the hospital and wait for treatment if we get sick."

Tao Zi said honestly...

At this time, Wang Yang was talking about this matter with Wang Zhihui, the director of the field hospital.

Wang Zhihui is an old Chinese medicine doctor, but he is also exposed to Western medicine and is proficient in internal medicine and surgery. He is now in his sixties and as strong as a middle-aged man.

"Dean, do we have enough medicine?" Wang Yang asked as he entered the door.

"Commander, don't worry. Java has already created cinchona. I brought a lot of it before departure. It's more than enough to treat the current epidemic, but..." The dean stopped talking.

"But what? Dean, I am a layman, so I will fully cooperate with you in this regard!" Wang Yang said.

"I think this malaria is caused by mosquito bites. Normally, it's just a matter of insect control and extermination. But this situation is not easy. If it continues, I'm afraid more people will be bitten..." Wang Zhihui said.

Wang Yang understood the implication. Now that the two armies are facing each other, it is okay to prevent and eliminate insects, but how can we have so much energy to prevent and eliminate them every day?

Wang Yang was silent for a moment and asked.

"Is there any way to last a week?"

Wang Zhihui hesitated for a moment.

"Yes, but people must be arranged to follow my instructions. And it will only reduce the number of patients."

"That's enough, please..."
Chapter completed!