The Balan River, a boundary river between Malaysia and the Brunei Kingdom in later generations, originated from the Yilan Mountains and poured into the South China Sea to the north. Due to its abundant tropical rainfall, it rushed out of a narrow impact plain at the mouth of the downstream sea, and the river surface was also wide and extremely turbulent.

During this period of time, the South China Sea was a period of many typhoons. Two storms destroyed countless primeval forests in the central part of Kalimantan Island, and giant trees and vines rolled down the river and flowed down the sea.

At this moment, white foam roared at the mouth of the Balan River, giant trees rolling in the river flowed down the river, dead branches and leaves filled the entire river surface, and even people could see the terrified little monkeys on the trunks looking at the two sides of the river, and there were some strange trees in the water, the locals knew that they were all crocodiles washed out at a glance.

The weather conditions are also very bad at this moment. It started to rain lightly and then heavier. Although it did not reach the level of storm, locals knew about this kind of rain and it would never end when it fell.

At five o'clock, the indigenous coalition forces on the east bank of the river were frightened to find countless light spots on the other side. Some officers took a look with a telescope and took a breath of air conditioning. They were all expensive glass wind-proof and rain-proof lanterns.

Under the light, there were boundless Chinese people. These Chinese with strong eyes, thin but full of strength were preparing for crossing the river. The battle was about to take place in the incredible rain.

"What are those Chinese doing? Are they attacking in such weather? They are crazy..."

"Prepare for combat! Everyone should stop sleeping, hurry up and prepare for combat... Where is our cannon? Push it out..."

A group of indigenous people like dead pigs were asleep in the bamboo building built with bamboo poles and banana leaves. Under the angrily scolded by officers at all levels, a group of confused soldiers got up to grab their pants, took the wrong gun, stood in the wrong team, and was like driving a duck.

"Report to the sir! The gunpowder on the No. 2 battery is damp..."

"Bastard! Isn't there a rain shed? How come it gets damp?"

"Sir, it was windy last night, and the rain was blowing away in a corner..."

"Bastard! Didn't you stand guard last night? A bunch of lazy guys..."

The quality of indigenous soldiers is only this kind of virtue. Those officers should not scold these soldiers. Even when it is their turn to stand guard, they will go to sleep lazy.

The entire indigenous coalition was just a word of chaos. The soldiers did not eat breakfast and stood in the cold rain. They desperately poured water from the gun barrel down. The gunpowder was damp and could not be used. The soldiers forced to find their spears, bows, arrows and even syringes to prepare for battle.

Only a small number of the guards of the Sultanite kings can be equipped with some needle-punched fixed-loading rifles, and the number of these people is too small to block key areas.

"Stay steady, don't be confused! Our muskets cannot be used, and the opposite Huagou cannot be used. We are the defensive side. They have to cross the river by themselves, and we will win..."

"I will win...A Yeh...I will win..." The sparse response really didn't give the officer face.

The east bank of the Balan River was already in chaos. The commanders on the front line could not understand the Chinese's way at all, so they could only ask for help from the rear. More and more soldiers were advancing in the rain from the Daru area. Soon, more than 30,000 indigenous soldiers were stockpiled on the east bank of the Balan River, and they were like wild ducks in the heavy rain.

These natives were also cruel enough. They actually danced tribal war songs in the heavy rain. They were naked and wagged their spears with grass skirts on their lower bodies.

Some tribe drummers even started to beat wooden drums, and the group of people sang and danced, oh my... The roar was like the collective estrus of monkeys in the forest.

On the other hand, the 20,000 Chinese young men on the other side of the river were in vain. Among them, military instructors who came to support Ryukyu were purging the queues. Nanyang Chinese officers who had studied at Ryukyu Army Continuing Academy interrupted their studies and rushed back to participate in the battle for this war.

Fang Dong and Wu Haoran are the best among these students. They are descendants of Nanyang Chinese, but they have deep feelings for their motherland. As soon as Xiao Letian opened the gate of the military academy, they took a boat north to go north after many exams and finally succeeded in studying in the military academy as soon as Xiao Letian opened the door.

Now that war broke out in my hometown, how could they be alone? The academy gave them an indefinite long holiday and encouraged them to go back to fight. This group of military academy students who dropped out of school became the original officers of the Bailayi Guard.

"Everyone listened! This heavy rain could not stop the war wheels of our Chinese people..." Fang Dong stood on a pile of wood and shouted loudly to cheer up the advance team.

"This is the final battle. The head of state looked at us on the sea. A battalion of Chinese regular troops was waiting for our signal!"

"Remember our mission... force crossing the Balan River, don't care about death, use our lives to attract all the enemy's firepower! Fight for the time for the army of the head of state!"

"Brothers, I know what's in the river! There are giant trees that will die when hitting people, vines that tangle your hands and feet to make you drown, and swamp crocodiles that were washed out by mountain torrents... and there are even indigenous monkeys who are shameless and robbed!"

"But we are not afraid! There is no death on the way to charge! Don't join the army if you are afraid of death. Don't think about national independence if you are afraid of death. Go home and continue to be slaves to these local kings!"

"Today we fight to the death, and tomorrow we will be in a peaceful and prosperous era! The entire army will prepare for combat and force the Balan River to cross in a quarter of an hour!"

The division commander Fang Dong shouted loudly in the heavy rain, and was filled with shouts of killing!

His comrade-in-arms at the same time, Wu Haoran, had another style. He walked to the middle of the soldiers preparing for the war and inspected the equipment one by one.

Canoes, rafts, blowing animal bladders... and even empty glass bottles stuffed with mouths, which are all necessary items for soldiers to cross the river.

"Remember, the Balan River is now the most dangerous time. We have no bridges and can only cross by relying on our own strength..."

"Neither canoe nor raft is reliable. What is really reliable is your water nature. Remember to remember that you don't panic when you fall into the water. Follow the big army and don't leave alone..."

"Mustguns are the most important weapon. We don't have so many fixed-load rifles. We have only more than 10,000 ammunition per person..."

"Group 331, two protectors with cold weapons. You three are a whole and a life, support and protect each other!"

"Remember, you can die if you die, but you must pass the rifle to the next brother!"

"Are you ready? The head of state is watching us on the sea! The general attack is about to begin... Come into the water with me!"

At that moment, countless roars of charges suddenly sounded on the west bank of the Balan River. Fang Dong and Wu Haoran and other officers yelled, "Follow me..." Tens of thousands of Chinese young people burst out with roars like roars like mountains and seas, and rushed towards the Balan River.

Note: The names of the dragon suits are already enough, so don’t leave a message, wait for the opportunity in the future. Three book friends, Fang Dong, Wu Haoran, and Huang Wanxia, ​​were selected.
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