The Buri River is the most prosperous waterway in Cameroon, formed by the confluence of the Nkam River and the Maconbe River in Yabra. The Buri River runoff is relatively large and can be affected by the plateau terrain. The section where small ships can navigate to the mouth of the Yola Valley, and further forward there are turbulent water flows, reefs, vortexes, and the daunting Yola Grand Canyon.

Four steamboats were squirting thick smoke and heading westward. The Miscellaneous Army landed at the entrance of Yola Valley and built a small soldier station near the valley river beach.

Lieutenant Colonel Muller ignored the resentment of the naval cadets and stubbornly placed all the naval cadets in a relatively safe rear, leaving two experienced army officers to lead them to guard the station.

Lieutenant Colonel Dida's original intention was to let these young men see the world and be familiar with the rhythm of war on the premise of protecting themselves. Although Lieutenant Colonel Muller showed great confidence in front of Dida, war is war, and casualties are inevitable. He did not dare to joke about the future of the navy.

The steamboat threw the baggage at the station and turned around and left. Lieutenant Colonel Muller led the Zapai army and more than 2,000 Cameroonian tribal friendly forces to advance into the deep mountains to attack the rebel tribes.

It was deep in the night, and a thin layer of mist rose lightly above the Grand Canyon, hanging hazy veils for the crescent moon above the equator. The bright moonlight shone on the ground, as if it was paving a thin layer of white frost on the ground.

The military station stored a large amount of arms, so the light control regulations were strictly implemented, and it became dark as soon as it was late at night. The army non-commissioned officers left by Lieutenant Colonel Muller were all experienced old people. They not only sent two groups of mobile posts, but also built an artificial bunker about fifty meters away from the military station as a secret post.

At 3:00 a.m., under the cool moonlight, the mobile whistle Oden and Hermann patrol along the cordon of the station with rifles. Wang Heidi and Redell squatted in the bunker, looking at each other speechlessly in the dark night.

The equatorial area always avoids the problem of too low temperature at night, but mosquito bites are really annoying. Wang Heidi holds an unknown root of wild grass in her mouth, using the bitter taste of wild grass to relieve her sleepiness, and her rough hands slapped and pressed her body, and in a short while, five or six blood-stained mosquitoes were crushed to death.

"Silem, can't you be quieter? We are on duty!" Redel glanced outside the cover and lowered his voice.

The miscellaneous army led by Lieutenant Colonel Muller has been entering the mountain for four or five days. The latest news received by the naval cadets was that the main force of the rebels had been defeated by the Imperial team. Lieutenant Correspondent Muller led his troops to pursue the victory, and victory was just around the corner. The otaku chewed the unknown weeds in his mouth hard, and said indifferently: "What are you afraid of? The Funilans have been defeated, and they dare to come... They can't stand by sneak attacks..."

Wang Heidi's tone stopped abruptly. He seemed to realize something with his life. He pointed to the committee rifle placed on Redel's right hand and pressed his ear to the ground. Redel understood. He quickly picked up the rifle, pulled the armed belt, and pressed the yellow orange bullet into the bullet cabin. The muzzle was facing the entrance of Yola Valley.

In the ink-like night, everything in the canyons and forests was quiet. Wang Heidi vaguely heard the sound of footsteps, as well as the tremolo of the spear breaking through the air and the force of the bowstring.

"It's the Funilans! The enemy attacked!" Wang Heidi had no time to think about how the Funilans who had been "unbreakable" gathered together again and blocked the troops around the station. He shouted at the top of his throat and fired several shots at the sky.

The rapid gunfire and heart-wrenching warnings resounded across the river, causing the sleeping soldiers to stand up and stir up. Under the command of the Army's non-commissioned officers, several flares were launched into the air, and the magnesium powder burned and emitted dazzling light, and the night instantly turned into daytime.

With the light of the flares, Wang Heidi looked outside the cover and couldn't help but sucked in air. Hundreds of highland tribes wrapped in animal fur and covered in dark skin with oil paint. He took swords, guns and bows and arrows and jumped up from the ravines near the river beach, swarmed and shouted, and rushed towards the soldiers.

The battle of the Yola River Beach, which historical books disdained to mention, began. At three o'clock in the morning, in the desolate hinterland of German West Africa, at the entrance of the Yola Canyon Valley, the guards of the station stations and the tribal rebels in Cameroon Highlands fought fiercely. Countless arrows with white feathers and wooden guns were covered with overwhelming arcs, sank into the depths of the stations. The 1888-type committee rifle spewed out the fireworks of the god of death from time to time, spinning into the body of the Funilans, bringing up blood mist.

Lieutenant Colonel Muller obviously had carefully considered the construction of the military station on the river beach. The small soldiers station located on the high ground on the right bank of the river beach has the advantage of the terrain, the shooting range is good, and it is easy to take advantage of the firearm. The Funira people holding cold weapons bumped their heads in front of the soldiers who were full of thorns, and the dead bodies were lying all over the ground. The frightened rebels began to turn their guns and focus on the sentry left alone, and rushed towards Wang Heidi and the others.

Wang Heidi's early warning time was too short. The mobile whistle Oden and Hermann had no time to withdraw from the station. Their location was quite bad, and they were almost surrounded by the Fournierans. The situation was already in danger. Wang Heidi didn't care about the dirty things with Oden. Hermann was so dirty that he roared out of the cover, and grabbed the rifle and ran towards Oden without hesitation.

"Oden, Herman, here!" Redel also chased after him and shouted at Oden and the others.

The indigenous people cursed endlessly, with poisonous bows and arrows soaked in, and they flew around. Wang Heidi gritted the bullet and fired a few shots, and it seemed that he had hit two or three people by chance.

The rebels who were shot covered their wounds and rolled on the ground in pain. The wailing sound of their companions made the fanatical Highland tribe hesitate. Taking this opportunity, Oden took two steps at a time and slipped over.

A chief-like leader stood up and urged his men to continue attacking. The dark and stinging life-going men seemed determined to take down this three-person team, and surrounded Wang Heidi and the others with white swords and guns that were swaying with cold light. The triangular formation formed by Wang Heidi, Redel and Oden was like a duckweed in the vast ocean, and could be swallowed up by the bloodthirsty Funira at any time.

"This won't work. We must withdraw from the troop station!" The design of the rifle chamber of the committee was not reasonable and was prone to explosion. Seeing that the barrel was red, Wang Heidi had to stop shooting and prepare to retreat.

"Wait a little longer, Hermann hasn't escaped..." Oden grabbed Wang Heidi, and he was so proud that he could hardly use a humble tone and begged.

Wang Heidi glanced at Oden, pulled out the bayonet silently, and inserted it into the gun.

Time passed by little by little, and the three of them fought and fled, waiting around, but Hermann rushed out. Oden was anxious and shouted loudly: "Herman, where are you?"

"He is still on the river beach!" Redell's eyes were sharp and soon found Herman from the crowd. Herman's situation was quite bad. He was surrounded by heavy siege, with an arrow stuck in his chest, leaning against an old tree root on the river beach and dying, and the rifle had long disappeared.

The leader with a ferocious face and chief looked like a chief stood next to Hermann, raised his gun happily, exerted a little force, and stabbed Hermann in the chest.

"arschloch!" Oden roared and pulled the trigger, and the bullet hit the chief's right atrium, and a huge mass of blood mist burst out. The blood-stained gun slipped from his hands and fell on the pebbled river beach.

“los,los,los!”

Bursts and noisy footsteps came from behind him. Countless young figures shouted to catch up with Wang Heidi, rushed towards the Funira people who were scattered, and chased the dead and died and drifted. Wang Heidi's tense nerves relaxed, his legs became weak, and he fell on the river beach, covering his violently beating heart and gasping for breath. Redel stood aside with his hands on his hips, as if he was exhausted.

"Hermann, don't die. He agreed to join the navy and retire together. He agreed to go back to the Bavarian countryside to build a winery... Don't die..."

Hermann lay beside the old tree roots, staring at the starry sky with lost eyes, looking blankly. Oden knelt in front of Hermann's body and made a tragic cry.

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The battle report for the Battle of the Yola River Beach has been released. It turns out that Lieutenant Colonel Muller defeated not the main force of the Highland tribes, but the suspicious soldiers they left behind. The real main force had long gathered in the mountains and forests not far from the entrance of the Yola Valley. The Funilans have a clear purpose: to destroy the German logistics and let the German army retreat without fighting.

It cannot be said that the plan of the Highland Tribes is not perfect, but unfortunately the world has entered the era of full firearms. In the face of large ships and giant cannons and comprehensive national strength, the Qing Empire in the Far East and Ottoman-style warrior counterattacks in the Near East are simply a desperate end.

"It can be said that the victory of the naval cadets is reasonable. As for Herman's death, it was just an accident." Except for the soldiers who participated in the night attack, almost everyone commented on the Battle of the Yola River Beach this way.

In late November 1894, in the Gulf of Guinea, Germany.

The slightly drunk sea breeze blew, making the iron cross naval flag whirl. The white waves hit, swaying the warship gently.

Sea burial is a tradition for naval men, because the sea is the best destination for naval men. Hermann's sarcophagus is placed on the back deck of the Friedrich-Karl training ship. Forty-one naval cadets, instructors and veteran sailors of the training ship, West Africa Governor and Lieutenant Colonel Muller looked solemn, and he stood by the sarcophagus quietly, waiting for the priest's prayer to end.

The pastor closed the Bible and placed his hand gently on the sarcophagus. Those who came to attend the sea burial, regardless of wealth, no matter whether it is rich or poor, all bowed their heads and gestured to recite Amen silently. The band played the funeral song, and the desolate trumpets and the mass to pay homage to the dead floated on the Southern Atlantic Ocean.

The sarcophagus and wreath were put down and slowly penetrated into the sea. Oden grabbed the flower basket and stood on the side of the ship, his eyes slightly red.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't save Herman..." Wang Heidi walked over and patted Oden on the shoulder, with a look of shame.

"That's not your fault, we all tried our best. Hermann and I have been in love for fifteen years. He has always wanted to join the German Army. He thinks that the army uniform is more handsome than the navy, because of my persistence, he finally chose the navy. Silame, don't blame yourself. If you follow the final analysis, my sins will be much greater than yours..."

Oden smiled heartily, sprinkled all the petals in the flower basket into the sea, raised his head and looked at the seabirds that could not be circling near the Iron Cross Naval Flag, and said lightly:

"Regain my name is Bernhard von Oden, a Bavarian."

Despite being teased and ridiculed by Oden repeatedly, the otaku still handed over without hesitation and held it heavily with Oden.

"Heidi-Silem, Kiel."

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Chapter completed!