"The Port of Libreville is ahead, what should we do?" Holm said, pointing to the port with a few lights.
Walbeck raised his telescope and observed the lights of the port carefully for a while and said: "The other party's vigilance is very lax, so we go in directly from the front. The area in the center of the city where the lights are more concentrated must be their warehouse area. Let's go there first.
Touch inside. If you can touch there, it's best. If it doesn't work, withdraw. Just let the other party be frightened."
Holm said: "The Bostonians have tens of thousands of troops stationed at Libreville Port. We only have more than 3,000 people here. It would be terrible if we were surrounded."
Walbeck smiled and said: "They don't know how many people we have here. You bring two thousand people to meet them outside. If the other party finds you, fire to attract their attention, so that we can easily withdraw."
Holm nodded and said: "Okay, if you can't evacuate, I will fight in to help you."
Walbeck nodded and whispered a few words to the officers around him. The team of more than a thousand people hunched over and quickly moved towards the port area. They spread out in a fan-shaped formation and moved towards the port area.
The Bostonians don't have many sentries on the perimeter, and since repeated sweeps by recent search parties have failed to find the enemy, their vigilance is quite low.
Several indigenous soldiers stepped forward and took out their special weapons, blowpipes with poison needles. After a few inaudible squeaking sounds, all the Boston sentries in the direction of the troops' attack fell to the ground and died, except for
The sound of the corpse falling to the ground didn't even make a sound.
The lights of Libreville Port are mainly concentrated in the docks and warehouse areas, and it is dark in the residential areas. In order not to alert the Boston soldiers stationed in the residential areas, they did not go to the residences to deal with the Bostonians, and quietly went to the streets.
After walking through several waves of patrols, the indigenous soldiers at the forefront had approached the warehouse area.
Still using the same trick, the Boston sentries were knocked down one after another under the fire of poisonous needles. Relying on the indigenous blowpipes, it was quite easy to deal with the sentries, and they soon controlled the entire warehouse area. "Hurry up, find the oil warehouse,
Pour all the oil on other warehouses." Walbeck commanded in a low voice, asking the soldiers to quickly prepare things to set fire to.
The oil depot was very easy to find. After finding the target, they moved the oil barrels out of the warehouse in a hurry. Destruction was always easier than construction. These indigenous soldiers only needed to roll the oil barrels to each warehouse, open the lid and put it down.
The oil flowing out of Bobo quickly spread and soaked the entire warehouse area.
"What does it smell like?" One of the patrols who happened to be walking by the warehouse suddenly sniffed.
After he said this, everyone else stopped and started sniffing. "It's oil. The oil in the warehouse may have been leaked." The captain of the patrol team screamed and hurried to the warehouse area with his people.
At this time, they still thought it was an oil leak and did not realize that they were being attacked.
There was a gunshot, and the captain who was at the front was hit and fell to the ground. All the running patrols did not expect to be shot. They stopped suddenly, then immediately fell to the ground and started firing with all their strength.
Come.
"We've been discovered, retreat immediately, and light the fire when we leave." Walbeck ordered the soldiers to retreat quickly. Originally, he wanted to take people to burn the dock as well, but the sudden exposure disrupted him.
plan, now he can retreat quickly.
The sudden sound of gunfire spread far in the night sky, and the entire port immediately boiled. The Boston soldiers were awakened from their sleep, and they all ran into the street wearing pajamas and carrying rifles. At this time, the warehouse area was set on fire, and the oil-fueled
The flames shot up violently, and the fire spread quickly. The nearest oil warehouse was quickly ignited, and a loud noise made the earth tremble violently, causing Walbeck to fall to the ground.
A fiery red mushroom cloud rose into the sky, turning half the sky red. Then warehouses storing ammunition exploded one after another, attracting everyone's attention to the direction of the warehouse area.
"Who are you?" Finally, a Boston soldier discovered something was wrong. Everyone else was running towards the warehouse area, but Walbeck's troops were running out, which was naturally quite eye-catching. The native soldier in the lead said nothing.
The gun knocked down the questioning soldier.
When the nearby Boston soldiers saw their companions being knocked down, they raised their rifles one after another, but before they could open fire, the well-prepared native soldiers had already knocked them all down. The sound of intensive gunfire attracted more and more Boston soldiers.
The soldiers rushed towards the direction of the gunfire. Walbeck led the troops to retreat while fighting, and retreated towards the edge of the residential area.
The roar of artillery sounded, and at this time Holm's artillery unit, which was responding outside, fired. The sound of artillery made the already chaotic residential area even more chaotic. The Bostonians thought that an army had launched an attack, and they became even more chaotic.
As a group, some officers who found their own troops began to direct the soldiers to advance in the direction of the flashing muzzle fire, hoping to confront the attacking enemy.
With Holm's support, Walbeck and his troops successfully evacuated, and together they retreated deep into the rainforest. When the Bostonians saw the attacking enemy retreating, they did not dare to pursue them in the dark, so they could only turn back.
Put out the fire, and at the same time send a message to the nearby search teams, asking them to come back quickly for reinforcements. However, the Bostonians did not know that the attack on Libreville Port was just a bait to attract them.
In the sneak attack on the Port of Libreville, the reason why only 3,000 of the 8,000 troops came was because the main force, led by several regimental commanders, was setting up traps in the rainforest. Just inside the Third Army of the Boston Empire
When the 218th Brigade was hurriedly returning to the Port of Libreville, they had no idea that there were already many people staring at them on both sides of the road.
There was a gunshot, and a soldier fell to the ground wailing. The gunshot was not caused by someone shooting with a rifle, but a Boston soldier walking in front stepped on a bullet mine deployed by the indigenous soldiers. The bullet mine
It is not a real landmine, it is just an invention of the indigenous soldiers. The indigenous soldiers usually cut off a bamboo tube of moderate thickness, press a sharp object on the bottom, align the tip vertically and put it into the primer of the bamboo tube bullet, and the tip of the bullet
Slightly higher than the bamboo tube, a bullet mine is ready.
These bullet mines were buried underground, with only the tip of the bullet head above the bamboo tube exposed above the ground, and then carefully covered with fallen leaves. The unsuspecting Boston soldiers stepped on the bullet mine, and because the tip was depressed, the primer would be hit by sharp objects.
When the bullet is on fire, the bullet will be launched and penetrate the Boston soldier's feet. If it were elsewhere, although such damage would make it difficult for the soldier to move around, it would not be considered a serious injury, but it was different in the rainforest.
The rainforest is a humid and dark place. Such an environment is very easy for bacteria to breed, which greatly increases the chance of infection for injured soldiers. Moreover, it is difficult to find vehicles in the rainforest. Just relying on stretchers will cause more soldiers to lose combat while caring for the wounded.
Ability, just along the way, more than a dozen of their soldiers have suffered such treatment.
The Boston soldiers continued to move forward. Although they were careful, they could not prevent the existence of bullet mines. When they continued to advance for more than a hundred meters, there was another clear gunshot. The Boston soldiers who had long been accustomed to it thought that someone was unlucky again.
The soldier stepped on a bullet mine, so he didn't have much vigilance, but this time it was different.
This bullet was shot from between the trees and directly penetrated the head of a second lieutenant. His head suddenly exploded like a watermelon that had been hit with a stick, and his body fell softly to the ground. Then there was a crisp sound.
Gunshots rang out from the rain forest one after another, even mixed with the unique continuous shooting sound of many machine guns. The dense rain of bullets knocked down the Boston soldiers walking on the road, and the marching Bostonians suddenly panicked.
By the time the Bostonians were lying on the ground and firing randomly, the mysterious gunmen had already evacuated. The Boston soldiers had been shooting randomly for nearly half an hour. Only then did their commander realize that something was wrong. It turned out that there had been no gunfire on the other side. When he saw the attack,
The enemy left, and the commander began to regroup and move forward.
The attack did not end there. On the way the 218th Brigade retreated, they were attacked by unidentified militants. They did not conduct large-scale operations, but just hid in the rainforest and fired cold shots. This gave the commander of the 218th Brigade a headache. Boston
The people suffered heavy casualties along the way, but it was just harassment after all. They could continue to move towards the Port of Libreville, but when they traveled more than 200 kilometers away from the Port of Libreville, they encountered a real blockage.
Along the way, indigenous soldiers were systematically harassing and delaying their movements, but Walbeck had already rushed back. When he brought three thousand warriors who had returned from a sneak attack on the port to join the ambush soldiers, Walbeck
Erbeck didn't care about rest and immediately launched an attack.
Ten infantry cannons pulled back from the port opened fire together, and ten small-caliber shells exploded in Boston's marching queue, directly scattering the frightened Boston troops who had been attacked all the way. Boston heard the sound of the cannons.
The soldiers immediately spread out and lay down on the roadside, firing guns in all directions. They ignored the mud and water on the roadside and just lay on the ground, fearing that bullets would find them.
Originally, the Bostonians thought this was another attack, but they were wrong. This time Walbeck really wanted to destroy this unit. Eight thousand soldiers surrounded them from all directions, leaving many dead and wounded, leaving only two thousand soldiers.