1890 King of Southeast Asia

Things did not end up as Hamilton had imagined.

On the night of the 27th, the British troops on the line from Gaba Cape to Suraf Bay were attacked by two divisions of 32,000 people led by Colonel Kemal at night.

On the ridge, the Ottoman artillery units, which had long been aiming at the beach, took advantage of the night to launch artillery attacks on the British troops on the beach.

The British army had just sorted out the troops with difficulty, and the troops returned to the organization. They were exhausted, and the Ottomans had been hiding in the fortifications during the day and had no reaction, so they were not prepared at night.

The Ottoman vanguard had reached a position only more than 100 meters away from the British landing point, and the British sentry discovered the figure in the dark.

"Who? Password!" The confused Indian sentry rubbed his eyes, and shouted in unclear curry-flavored English without picking up the gun.

He was responded by a crisp gunshot.

Bang!

This was the last sound the Indian heard.

However, for the British, the sentry had fulfilled part of his responsibility.

The gunshots broke the silence of the night and woke Hamilton up.

"Who? Who is shooting? Is it an accidental discharge?" Hamilton first thought of the Ottoman sneak attack, but he subconsciously avoided this option.

The British army spent the whole day sorting out the troops and failed to expand inward, but only advanced part of the beachhead to the north and south.

More than 100,000 people lined up in a line from north to south on the beachhead, just like the famous long snake formation.

Hesitantly, the various troops had just sorted out their organization and the command had not been fully established. This long snake formation could be said to be fighting on its own.

It didn't matter during the day, but at night, without unified command and squeezed on a narrow front, Hamilton only hoped that this was an accidental discharge.

Bang bang bang...

Bang bang bang...

Boom!

Boom!

The dense sound of gunfire broke his childhood fantasy and forced him to face reality.

"Ian, send telegrams to all the divisions that can be contacted. Everyone must stay at their posts, not attack, and not leave the station."

"Send someone to convey this order to those troops that have not yet been connected to the telephone line, quickly!"

Hamilton said anxiously.

"Yes!"

The enemy dared to attack at night, proving that they had confidence in their soldiers, so they must have been prepared.

In the dark night, the most feared thing is chaos. Hamilton knew where his problem was, so he ordered to stay and not attack.

As long as he could hold on for half an hour, he was confident that he would repel this night attack.

The Ottoman soldiers made rapid progress, because the British army was not prepared and easily broke through the British perimeter.

The Ottoman soldiers who rushed in did not attack blindly, but dispersed, set fires, fired guns, or threw bombs everywhere.

This was Kemal's plan. He was not clear about the British arrangement. Even if he broke through the British defense line, he could not find the British headquarters quickly.

In this case, it is better to let the soldiers disperse and infiltrate, set fires, and shoot. How much can be burned and how many people can be killed is secondary. The important thing is to make the camp chaotic.

As long as the British are in chaos, the achievements that can be achieved will definitely not be small.

Sparks soon appeared in the British camp, and then the fire gradually spread. The gunshots and the ubiquitous flames stimulated the British.

Even veterans find it difficult to remain calm when suddenly attacked, not to mention a large number of new recruits. Only a small number of them thought of putting out the fire.

However, the chaotic situation prevented them from taking action.

"Who? Command!" In front of a tent that had not been affected by the fire, a dozen Australian soldiers nervously held their guns and stared at the figure in the dark.

"Ah?" The figure in the dark stopped, squatted down subconsciously and raised his gun.

A few Australian soldiers at the back vaguely saw the brown uniform, but before they had time to speak, the Australian soldiers in the front had already responded to the stress.

People have always been afraid of unknown things, especially when this unknown will cost you your life.

The Australian soldiers standing at the front were just like this. They just heard the gunshots around them, saw the flames rising everywhere, and then saw that the team in front of them entered a combat state after hearing English.

Just like American police would subconsciously shoot, these Australian soldiers also shot, because neither of them was sure whether the other side would shoot, and they were also sure that they were not supermen and could not withstand the bullets.

The instinct of life prompted them to subconsciously eliminate the threat.

Bang... Bang...

Bang Bang Bang Bang...

In front was the gunshots of the first few Australian soldiers, and behind was the counterattack of the black shadow. The distance between the two sides was only 20 to 30 meters, and the bullet hit rate was extremely high.

"Stop, stop! Stop shooting, we are the British army."

Both sides fought two rounds, and more than a dozen people died. Suddenly, the other side said English.

"What? Are you kidding me?" The only remaining Australian soldier who fired the first shot was stunned when he heard English.

This English sentence obviously has a New Zealand accent. If nothing unexpected happens, it is a New Zealander. Even if the Ottomans learn, they should not be able to learn a New Zealand accent, right?

"Who are you? Someone else should answer." The Australian army was silent for a few seconds, and a young man at the back stood up.

"We are from the 77th Infantry Battalion, from New Zealand. Are you Australian?" The other side also clearly heard an Australian accent.

"Yes..."

Both sides were stunned and didn't know what to do.

The entire British camp, except for a part of the army around Hamilton's headquarters, was experiencing this kind of blunder.

This was also what Hamilton feared the most.

On the battlefield, killing the enemy would only make you more excited, and the death of your comrades would only make you more angry, and these emotions would make the soldiers more heroic.

However, if you kill your own friendly soldiers, and your comrades are also killed by friendly soldiers, this will cause a split.

Many soldiers will collapse because of this. After all, not everyone can kill without burden. Killing the enemy is justice recognized by the country, government, and relatives, but what about killing your own people?

Generally, such people are called murderers. Even if there is a justifiable reason, many soldiers will not be able to accept it and then collapse.

For example, now...

"Ah!!"

"What did I do?"

"Enzo, Mike, Laurin..."

After a brief silence, these Australian and New Zealand troops entered a state of collapse. What kind of thing is it that comrades died in the hands of their own people (killed their own people)?

This is still good, only a dozen people died. In many places, machine guns were used to shoot directly, resulting in heavy casualties.

Things are developing in a direction that Hamilton did not want.

When he heard the gunshots at first, Hamilton knew that he had failed. If it were not for the sea behind him, he would have ordered a retreat.

After today, the British army will lose its offensive capability in a short period of time. How much time will this give the Ottomans?

"General, General Carden's telegram, the troops landing in Kumkale were attacked." The staff handed him the telegram, but it was not good news.

"This is an Ottoman conspiracy. No wonder they did not take action during the day. I hope God bless them." Hamilton looked at the telegram and said earnestly.

In addition to saying that the landing troops were attacked, Carden also said that it was too dark and too dangerous near the shore, and the navy could not provide support.

...

The chaos continued until dawn. When the sun rose on January 28, the Chinese New Year, the chaos slowly stopped.

As early as around 3 a.m., the Ottomans had already retreated, and the British fought on their own after that.

After dawn, Hamilton ordered a check on the casualties.

Fortunately, it was night, the shooting was not accurate, and the number of casualties was not large. After fighting all night, more than 8,000 people were killed.

But there were more wounded, more than 33,000 people were injured, and it was extremely ironic that, except for thousands of people who were burned, most of the remaining wounded were injured by 8mm caliber bullets.

There were mainly two types of ammunition. According to the wounds, it can be easily inferred that the ammunition was used. The British should thank Liu Yiming for not selling them lethal ammunition.

In this way, the British crippled their main force overnight. Even if there were new landing troops, the morale of the newcomers would not be very high when they saw this scene.

"What is the situation at Cape Kumkale? Is there any news from General Carden?" Hamilton, who had not slept all night, looked at the casualty report and rubbed his eyebrows.

He now felt only endless fatigue.

New soldiers are new soldiers after all. If the order could be delivered quickly last night, there would not be much casualties. However, the new soldiers ran around nervously, causing chaos, which further led to chaos and panic in the entire camp.

"General Carden has not sent a message yet. I will go and urge him." Ian shook his head and walked out.

After a while, he came back with a telegram.

"Kumkale was occupied by the Ottomans. Some of the people we sent were driven into the sea, and the other part was fleeing eastward." Ian said.

This news was told by the army soldier that Carden fished out of the sea. He was the survivor who was forced to jump into the sea to survive.

"Eastward? What is there to the east?" Hamilton opened the map and looked at it. To the east is the heartland of the Ottoman Empire. Isn't that to deliver it?

Thinking of this, he suddenly realized that this might be another way of saying surrender?

It's okay. Britain is not like Japan. It doesn't matter if it can't win and there are no reinforcements to surrender. Anyway, this position is not important. Hamilton just wants to contain it.

Now, things have completely gone beyond their own development, and there is no point in holding them back.

"Sort out the news and send it to London."

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"Is that so? Then you don't need to come together, do you?" Liu Yiming finished reading the intelligence and looked at Jiang Wang, Huang Keqiang, and Wang Yang.

This intelligence was obtained directly from the UK by the intelligence department. As far as Hamilton's report is concerned, Jiang Wang even knew the content before Asquith.

Liu Yiming was very satisfied with the intelligence, but he did not intend to directly participate in this matter. The failure of Britain and France would be more beneficial to China.

"An earthquake occurred at the Fourth Army Base, and facilities such as barracks and oil depots were damaged. The casualties are still being counted." Wang Yang came back to his senses and said, and Huang Keqiang also came back to his senses and nodded aside...