Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

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.

Some of the tribe drummers even began to beat the wooden drums, the group of people started to sing and dance, oh oh oh oh … The roar was like a monkey's collective rut in the mountains.

On the other side of the river, where the first twenty thousand Chinese youths were killed, there were even military instructors who were supported by the Ryukyu. The Southern Ocean Chinese officers who had studied at the further education academy in the Ryukyu Army had all stopped their studies and came back to participate in the battle.

Fang Dong and Wu Haoran were the most outstanding students among this batch of students. They were descendants of Nanyang Chinese, but they had deep feelings for Home Country.

Now that a war had broken out in their hometown, how could they be alone? The academy gave them an indefinite period of leave to fight and encouraged them to return. This batch of military students who had graduated from university became the first official regiment of the Belait's Guard.

"Everyone listen up! "This heavy rain can't stop the wheels of war for us Chinese …" Fang Dong stood on top of a pile of wood and cheered for the advance team.

"This is the last battle, the leader is watching us from the sea, a battalion of Chinese army is waiting for our signal!"

"Remember our mission... Forcefully crossing Baran River, don't care about death, use our lives to attract all the enemy's fire! to fight for the time when the leader's troops could fight over the stalls! "

"Brothers, I know what's in the river! There were huge trees that would kill anyone they bumped into, vines that would entangle your limbs and allow you to drown, and swamps and crocodiles that would come rushing out from the mountain torrent … And there are even those natives who are shameless enough to take advantage of the flames! "

"But we are not afraid! Where did he not die during the charge! "If you're afraid of death, then don't become a soldier. If you're afraid of death, then don't think of being independent. If you're afraid of death, then scram home and become the slave of these kings!"

"Today we will risk our lives. Tomorrow, it will be the turn of a peaceful day for our children! Prepare the entire army, and force your way through Baran River in fifteen minutes! "

Senior Fang Dong was shouting in the heavy rain to boost the morale of his troops, but what he got in return was a wave of shouts and cries for battle!

His comrade-in-arms, Wu Haoran, was a different type of person. He walked to the middle of the soldiers that were in preparation for battle and checked their equipment one by one.

Canoe, raft, air - blowing animal bladder... There were even empty glass bottle s at the mouth of the river, which was a necessity for soldiers to cross.

"Remember, the Baran River is currently in its most dangerous period. We don't have a bridge, so we can only rely on our own strength to forcefully cross it …"

"The canoe and raft are both unreliable, but your water is the most reliable. Remember, don't panic even if you fall into the water. Follow the rest of the group and don't be left alone …"

"Fire guns are the most important weapon. We don't have that many Stable Rifle. Even with the entire army, we only have around 10,000 rifles, and we only have a little more than 10 rounds worth of ammunition …"

"Group Three, three, three. Two of you wielding cold weapons, protect one spearman. The three of you will be one life, protecting each other!"

"Remember, you can die if you want. Even if you die, you have to pass the rifle to your next brother!"

"Are you ready? The Führer is watching us on the sea! The general attack is about to begin... "Follow me and enter the water!"

At that moment, the wails of the charge suddenly sounded out from the west side of Baran River. Fang Dong, Wu Haoran and the rest of the army members roared out, "Follow me!" Tens of thousands of Chinese youths bellowed out like a tsunami, rushing towards the Baran River.