C1801 forced crossing of Baran River (1/2)

The Baran River, the boundary river between Malaysia and the Brunei Kingdom, originated from the Yilan Mountain Range. As it was located in a tropical region with abundant rainfall, it broke out from the mouth of the sea into a long and narrow plain.

During this period of time, the Southern Ocean was in the middle of a typhoon. Two storms destroyed countless of primordial forests in the middle of Kalimantan Island, and the giant wooden vines rolled down the river and went straight into the ocean.

At this moment, the Baran River was at the mouth of the sea and white foam was roaring. Huge trees were rolling down the river, and vines were filling the entire river with dead leaves, and people could even see frightened little monkeys on the tree trunks. They were looking at the shrieking sounds coming from both sides of the river, and some of the strange trees in the water seemed like crocodiles that were washed out of the water.

At this moment, the weather was not very good. It began to drizzle from 5 am and became increasingly heavy. Although it did not reach the level of torrential rain, the locals knew that it would never stop.

At a quarter past five, the aboriginal allied army on the east bank of the river realized that countless light spots had lit up on the other side. Some of the military officers took a deep breath when they saw them with their binoculars.

Under the lamplight, the endless stream of Chinese people gathered. These eyes were determined and lean, yet full of power. They were all preparing to cross the river. The war was about to start in an unbelievable rain.

”What are those Chinese trying to do? Attack in this weather? ”They're crazy …”

”Prepare to fight! Everyone, don't sleep anymore. Hurry up and get ready for battle … Where is our cannon? Push it out... ”

A group of aboriginals slept in a bamboo building made of bamboo poles and banana leaves. Under the angry curses of the military officers at various levels, a group of muddleheaded soldiers got up to grab the pants, the ones with the wrong guns, and the ones in the wrong team.

”Sir!” ”The gunpowder from the second turret is getting wet …”

”Bastard!” Isn't there a shelter? How did it get wet? ”

”Sir, last night, the wind blew some of the rainwater away …”

”Bastard!” Didn't you stand guard last night? ”A bunch of lazybones …”

This was the quality of the Indigenous soldiers. The officers did not have to scold the soldiers, even they themselves went to sleep when it was time to stand guard.

The soldiers didn't even get to eat breakfast, they just stood in the cold rain and poured the water out of the barrels of their guns with all their might. The heavy bags of gunpowder couldn't be used because of the damp water, forcing those soldiers to find their spears, bows, and even blow needles again in preparation for battle.

Only a small number of the guards of the Sudan were able to equip some of their nailing rifles, and the number of these people was simply too small, they could only block at critical areas.

”Hold your ground, don't panic!” ”We can't use our guns, nor can the dogs on the other side. We are on the defense side, and they have to cross the river by themselves. We will win …”

”Victory … Achoo... Victory … These sparse replies did not give face to the officer.

The commander at the front could not find a way for the Chinese to escape, so he could only ask for help from the rear. More and more soldiers were advancing in the rain from the Da Lu area, and very quickly, more than thirty thousand Indigenous soldiers s were stationed at the east coast of Baran River.

These aboriginals were quite savage as well. Amidst the heavy rain, they started to sing a tribal war song. Each of them was bare-chested and brandished their spears while their lower bodies were tied up in a straw skirt.