The journey starts from the Titanic

In his confusion, he heard a mess of footsteps coming, and a loud noise not far away-as if someone was charging wildly?

Indeed, ten minutes after the gunfire at the Dutch Colonial Army headquarters subsided, there were bursts of gunfire from the armed positions near Aceh.

The ghost knew why these Acehnese were so late, but they took a lot of advantage in the face of the panicked Dutch and Indian colonial army.

In the attack of the Special Forces in the South China Delta, 28 Dutch officers were killed. Van Basten’s command received a devastating blow. In addition to himself, other surrounding senior regiments and battalion-level officers also lost in the attack. It was so heavy that the command system was almost paralyzed, and it had to rely on those low-level native officers to fight.

Fortunately, those Aceh armed forces are not very good, and they can’t produce any beautiful offensive skills. They entered the first line of defense of the Dutch and Indian colonial army with a moment of blood. After a battle, they finally eliminated the Javanese indigenous soldiers in the position. Drop.

The Acehnese also paid a lot of money. Facing the second line of defense that the Dutch and Indian colonial forces gradually stabilized, they no longer have the power to attack.

The two sides confronted each other slowly until dawn, then cleaned up and had breakfast.

Even so, the brilliant results of the homework also made the Acehnese excited. Their night attack once again succeeded. After this battle, the prestige of the invincible Hassan seemed even higher.

Chapter 74 Jungle Warrior (4)

Kian looked at the happily, confident Acehnese, with a complimentary smile on his face.He is indeed happy.

The gunfire in the camp behind the Dutch and the poor performance of the Dutch-Indian colonial army (which could not defeat the Aceh armed forces) let him know that the Dutch must have suffered a heavy loss yesterday.

And it must be those people hiding in the forest now that caused all this.

Win the first battle!Kian was proud of them, and said, "Delta really deserves to be South China's fangs! But when will his pirate commando have a chance to show off?"

Colonel Van Basten woke up numb, uh, he was given a lot of anesthetics last night.Not only the mind is numb, but the parts below the lower body are also numb.

After a while, a sound came in.

"How was the loss last night?" he asked concerned.

"I'm just a doctor!" The doctor said rigidly.

"Well then! How is my injury?" Van Basten asked again.

"Good risk! Almost..."

When the doctor talked about professional issues, his face became more enthusiastic.

He didn't sleep well last night, and it took three hours to dig the bullet out of Colonel Van Basten's fat ass.

Uh, he wanted to say that it was a little bit low, and the bullet was a little lower, so he exploded Colonel Van Basten’s brother. Seeing the other party’s dim expression, the doctor remembered that this was a man who had just died for the kingdom. Fighting heroes should be respected.

For this hero, last night there were at least dozens of indigenous people who were waiting for rescue before the doctors came back from Colonel Van Basten's operating room and returned to their Allah. They were too anxious.

He died before leaving the school.

Although Colonel Van Basten was not dead, he had to miss the next war.The doctor said that his injured part is more sensitive and he needs a good rest for at least three to five months.If the recovery is not good, it may affect future walking.

Of course, the dedicated doctor did not dare to tell the patient that the lighting was bad last night and he almost accidentally broke the nerve of Colonel Van Basten.

Well, just a little bit, the warlord of the kingdom may be paralyzed.

Colonel Van Basten lay on the hospital bed, and his face dimmed after hearing a temporary adjutant report on the loss last night.

Some positions were captured by the Acehnese, and it’s not a problem to lose thousands of indigenous soldiers (I can’t say that), but the group of men in black broke into the camp last night and assassinated 20 or 30 Dutch. The officer left this army torn apart, especially his own headquarters was almost wiped out, including his adjutant as a victim!

Those people are really death!

They are horrible!

Too cruel!

Fortunately, their numbers are not large, otherwise last night-Colonel Van Basten didn't dare to think about it.

His face of horror fell in the eyes of the remaining Dutch officers, and there was a thick panic over them in the pale ward.

Thinking of the colleagues whose heads were headshot, many people touched their heads subconsciously, and also touched the cold sweat on their heads by the way.

What frightens them most is that they still don't know who the enemy is?

Come and go without a trace, the combat power is amazing, if you do it again, do people like yourself still have a way to survive?

These Dutch officers have not fought for a long time. Although they have learned well in theory, they have not passed the test of the battlefield. After all, they are a little worse in their minds.

Colonel Van Basten could not help but furrow his brows as he saw everyone's faces.

Do this group of brave soldiers protect the kingdom's territory?

"Don't spread the news about the attack by unknown forces last night. Block the news, especially those indigenous troops who know the truth. They must be moved away so that they won't shake the military spirit. And those indigenous officers, remember to warn them."

Van Basten ordered.The officers who looked at Weiwei Nuonuo sighed secretly.

Before the new commander appeared, he had to work for this group of daring troops.

"Then, what about the Acehnese? Do you want to..." suggested an officer with a more aggressive attitude.

"No!" Colonel Van Basten shook his head and ordered: "If the Acehnese come to attack, just let them come.

What matters now is to take a break and build a line of defense.Be careful not to let the enemy have opportunities."

Don't let the enemy have a chance?

It was obviously aimed at those mysterious people last night.The Dutch officers understood their minds, and they readily agreed.

"The time is up, the patient needs to rest!" After a while, the doctor came in and drove the group of Dutch officers out.

Van Basten was the only one left in the room. He closed his eyes, and the mysterious and powerful face appeared in his mind last night.

He could not help but opened his eyes, looked at the unfavorable ward, and sighed again, worrying about the war in Aceh.

Can those indigenous people fight without the command of Dutch officers?

He shook his head.Although he did not want to admit it, Colonel Van Basten knew in his heart that after losing a large number of Dutch officers, the force had reached an extremely dangerous situation.

Not to mention that the current level has dropped to the level of the rabble armed with Aceh, if the indigenous officers in the army suddenly attack, the consequences will be serious.

Probably not. The centuries-old majesty of the kingdom should penetrate into the hearts of the native officers, who dare not turn back.

Colonel Van Basten shook his head and laughed secretly at his cranky thinking. How could he be frightened by the little frustration of last night?

After receiving the news of the war from the front, Major General Van Nistelrooy did not dare to neglect and went to the Governor's Mansion for the first time.

When Governor Van Persie received the news of the defeat, his face sank, his brows furrowed, and he said to himself: "Is the kingdom really down? When will it be the yellow-skinned monkey to interfere in the affairs of the kingdom?"

After speaking, he threw down the rifle heavily, and a rare murderous look appeared on the old face!

"Col. Van Basten's judgment is reasonable. The large number of Hanyang made in the Banda Aceh battlefield must have been made by the people in Medan, it must be them! That's right! I promise!