Chapter 272: Borneo Declaration!

"Sir!" Liu Yixuan straightened his back and replied loudly. With his order, the fifty soldiers shouted neatly and raised the spear on their shoulders to place it. At this time, everyone on the dock was shocked by the 54 people's loud shouts. They instantly became quiet. They all looked at them with a nervous and expectant expression, as if they wanted to see their performance later.

Behind, the Liang family soldiers were getting off the ship one after another, wearing yellow and green military uniforms, carrying large backpacks, and with steel helmets on their heads, looking at the group of honor guards with envy and jealousy. However, no matter how envious he was, his parents didn't give him a handsome face and didn't make him taller than 1.8 meters tall.

Looking at the field force located behind the guard of honor, Liang Pengfei was filled with great pride. Except for the muskets in their hands, these people still belonged to the products of this era, other equipment had left the army of any other country in the world far behind.

The military uniforms on their bodies are yellow-green. Under the existing conditions, there is no way to directly create camouflage uniforms. However, green military uniforms have a great advantage in the tropical jungle, especially small-scale combat, which has been verified in the central Luzon Islands. If necessary, they can take out the ointment made from grass juice from a small glass bottle on their bodies and apply it on their faces and hands at any time, and then pick the grass leaves from the surroundings and cover them with camouflage. Unless the other party has a thermal imager, they will never be able to find their subordinates in a short time.

What is important is that the clothes made of this canvas are not only because the fabric is strong and resistant to falling and rubbing, but also can be pinned to prevent mosquitoes at the legs and wrists. In addition, they also wear thick leather boots on their feet. Although they are not as tall as the guard of honor and are very stuffy, they can prevent the biting of poisonous insects that are unknown where they will come out.

In addition to a musket and a bayonet, the most eye-catching thing is the somewhat exaggerated backpack and some fragments on their backs. An iron lunch box, an iron kettle is also included. Each person's waist is equipped with four short-handled grenades of the model school and a foldable marching shovel.

The pockets of their military uniforms were also filled with necessary military supplies, such as panacea oil. Once applied, they could dispel most poisonous insects, snakes and ants, such as Yunnan Baiyao and first aid bandages to deal with trauma, and morphine for each person, which was used to relieve pain when soldiers encountered major trauma or other serious conditions. Liang Pengfei knew that during World War II, morphine was still a must-have painkiller for soldiers of various armies to defend themselves.

It seems that everyone is like a laborer who is going to travel far, but these excellent soldiers know that everything inside is essential. It can even be said that even if they are only one person left, they can live for one or two months or even half a year with the things in their backpack.

"Not to mention meeting the Dutch, even if they meet the flying Dutch, these soldiers who are almost armed to the teeth can still clean up their bodies in the tropical jungle." Liang Pengfei thought proudly. He was also very glad that he finally got the steam engine at the end of last year. With that thing, kettle, engineer shovel, and helmet, you can stamp it at one time. Otherwise, if you want to distribute these things, you really don't know how to wait until the Year of the Monkey and Horse Month.

Even so, the elite troops of only two thousand people were fully equipped. However, with these two thousand vanguards, Liang Pengfei thought it was enough, at least it was enough to deal with the Dutch people in the port of Batakan, which gathered in the south of Borneo, not to mention the cooperation of other Liang's brother troops.

This is also the first time since Liang Pengfei has consumed so many resources and commanded so many troops to fight since he arrived in this historical time and space. Although the war has not yet begun, the extremely strong smell of gunpowder seems to have lingered around Liang Pengfei's nose.

Looking at these pairs of gazes with entrusted and expectant eyes, and their excited faces that were covered with wrinkles and poverty, it was these hard-working people who used their big hands covered with calluses and the backbone of the early camel to support the yesterday, today and the future, they silently dedicated their blood, sweat and even their lives for this nation, what could they get?

What was received was the officials' domineering fingers, the officials' whipping and scolding, the scholars' whipping and scolding were received, or the scholars covered their noses and looked at them with a lofty, compassionate gaze and condescending sigh.

I don’t know which elegant scholar or literati invented and created the name that countless so-called smart people and officials regarded as classics are often in their circles. In order to separate their differences from these people, the title that is most often hung on the edge of their mouths.

It is these people in front of Liang Pengfei.

After taking a deep breath of tropical air, Liang Pengfei felt that his chest was getting hot and hot. "Sir, General Luo asked us to go to Wanjin City East..."

What should I do, or, I should say something first, to express my mood at the moment. "Sir, what's wrong with you."

"It's nothing, I want to say a few words. Everyone, my elders, and compatriots, I have a few words to say to you!" Liang Pengfei's voice became higher and higher, so high that it was so stung to the hearts of the people.

For a moment, the people, everyone from Lanfang Company, his generals, and the soldiers who were ready to go all quieted down at this moment, looking at Liang Pengfei, whose faces were red with a hint of doubt and astonishment.

"Sir... Everyone, Lord Liang wants to give me some advice, please don't make noise!" Luo Fangbo did not expect Liang Pengfei to suddenly do this. Seeing that Liang Pengfei's current mental state seemed unstable, Luo Fangbo did not want to lose Liang Pengfei's face, so he simply started to speak.

Liang Pengfei looked around and walked to a pile of wooden boxes placed on the pier, leaped and jumped to the top of the box, so that he could see more strange but familiar faces.

"My elders, it may be the first time you have seen me, and I am the same, but I think there are some things I must tell you today, Liang Pengfei is the same kind of person as you, with the same black eyes and scalp, yellow skin, and bright red blood. We speak the same language and use the same words. Why? Because our roots are all in the hometown of China, so I call you my compatriots and my elders..."

On the pier, there was only the sound of the river gently slapping the coast and the pier, and the faint echo of Liang Pengfei's thick voice spreading. Everyone looked at Liang Pengfei's body and face. Whether they stood close or far, whether they could see clearly. After hearing this, they felt that this stranger suddenly had a sense of intimacy and closeness that made people willing to believe him, and they also hoped to hear more.

"The culture of our Chinese nation has been passed down for five thousand years. For five thousand years, whether it is the invasion of foreign races or the replacement of dynasties, it has never been cut off. Why is that? Because our ancestors are struggling to live, and we are still alive..."

"...What do those people regard us as? Are we slaughtered after we are fattened? Or is it a lower nation that can be humiliated at will. When we wear gorgeous clothes and understand etiquette, those people, those people, are still in caves or in wastelands, and eat raw meat and blood, but now they ride on our heads and ask us to be cows and horses..."

The breathing sounds were heard, hundreds of people, and over ten thousand people were gasping heavily. Everyone clenched their fists tightly. Liang Pengfei did not use the elegant words used by the literati. He only used the simplest and most realistic language in his heart to tell all this. So, they all listened and understood.

Both men, women, young and old, their breathing seemed heavy. Whether it was fear or anger, it was not important. At least it proved that they were not numb, they were not numb.

"Now, those Dutch people have raised their butchers' knives to you, defiling our sisters and compatriots, and slaughtering our brothers. Now, they are even more trying to occupy your home and drive you out of this home that you have spent countless efforts and opened up. I want to ask you, are you willing to give up everything here in humiliation like this?" Liang Pengfei roared loudly, raised his arms high, and waved them fiercely, like a dictator's baton, shaking the volcanoes that have been suppressed for a long time and are about to erupt!

"I don't want to!" Someone was shouting that it was Jiang Wubo, the boss who was second only to Luo Fangbo in Lanfang's company. Although he was already a middle-aged man, the blood in his heart was always hot.

"If you don't want to, why should we be willing!" Luo Fangbo's hair and beard were wide open, like an angry Canglong trapped in the shallows by chains. Liang Pengfei's words aroused his inner anger and unwillingness, as well as the shareholders of Lanfang's company, and the people, how could they be willing to do so?

The decadent Qing Dynasty left them with no way to live in their hometowns. In order to survive, they drifted to a foreign land, working hard and pioneering, hoping to create a happy and peaceful home. However, all this will fall into the greedy hands of those Western colonists, who would be willing to do so!

Liang Pengfei looked at the excited and congested faces. Whether they were old, young, or immature, they still had blood in their bones.
Chapter completed!