Chapter 310 Excellent Nanyang Native Tradition!
"It's time! It really should be!" The strong middle-aged man patted his thighs and spit fiercely in the direction of Jakarta. There is no good thing, it's better to die."
"Brother Jinshui, Brother Jinshui..." At this time, a crisp call came from the corner of the street, which attracted everyone's attention. It was a famous golden flower on Caopu Street, Boss Huang's daughter Xiaoxiu in Buzhuang.
"Brother Jinshui, have you seen Brother Zheng? Is he with you?" Xiaoxiu's face turned red, but she still summoned up the courage to ask questions.
Hearing this, Wu Jinshui laughed: "Yes, of course, your brother Zheng is our head, but now your brother Zheng is on a mission. After the mission is over, he will definitely come to you."
"Really?!" Xiaoxiu's watery eyes were filled with an emotion called joy and happiness.
"Of course, there is a beautiful girl like Xiaoxiu waiting for him. Does he dare not come? Will he not come?" Wu Jinshui deliberately made a serious face. Suddenly, there was laughter all over the street. Huang Tiancheng, who had rushed over, heard this, turned his face and looked at his wife with the same helpless face. It seems that this girl hasn't married yet, and her heart has already flown over. Although the words were helpless, I couldn't suppress the pleasure from the bottom of my heart.
"The girl is big... That's it." Seeing that his daughter angrily picked up the broom on the roadside to chase such a tall man as Wu Jinshui, his wife squeezed her lips and smiled helplessly.
"Xiaoxiu, come here quickly." Huang Tiancheng quickly opened his mouth and called out. His daughter's temper was clear and fierce. If he said it soundly, he dared to do it, and if he said it sounded badly, he was fierce and fierce.
When the beautiful Xiaoxiu heard the cry of her father, she couldn't help sticking out her tongue with some embarrassment and quickly threw the broom on the ground. A pair of apricot eyes stared at Wu Jinshui, who was holding the children as a shield. He just ran to his parents in the kind laughter of everyone.
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"Those, those outside the street, are also your accomplices? No, I mean a companion?" Someone pointed to the Chinese soldiers standing straight outside Caopu Street, standing in a vertical line between Caopu Street and Jakarta, and asked Wu Jinshui.
"Yes, they and I are both Liang Jiajun. Now, you can rest assured that as long as we are here, the war in Jakarta can't burn here, and there will be no problem with your safety. First of all, I also need to return to the team. Please go home and rest at ease. Salute!" Wu Jinshui showed a standard military salute like a textbook to these fellow villagers, showed his snow-white teeth, smiled at them again, and then turned around gracefully and ran to the street.
Looking at his back, these adults were stunned to look at the direction of his disappearance. Some people even rubbed their eyes hard and asked the people around them whether the scene just now was real, and they did not dream.
"Prepare! ... Second, I don't take a needle and thread from the masses. The masses support and like me. Third, all the seizures should be returned to the public and strive to reduce the burden on the people..." The passionate song suddenly sounded. This song composed of straightforward and simple sentences surprised the Chinese on the grass street. At this moment, they have understood that Fang Everything is not a dream, and now, those singing this song that seems to represent the morality of their behavior indicates something.
"How's it going? Have the people inside been appeased? Before Wu Jinshui left Caopu Street to come to his army queue, an officer with two horizontal stars on his shoulders came forward and asked Wu Jinshui in a low voice.
"Of course, it's done, but it's really thanks to those candies. I said battalion commander, how did you think of it?" Wu Jinshui said with a smile.
"This is not me. It's what the young master thought of. He told us that the most touching group is children, and the one who can see through people's hearts is also children. He told us that if we want to appease the people, it's better to start with the children first, so we think of taking candy." The battalion commander also laughed proudly.
"I don't know what happened to Company Chief Zheng." Wu Jinshui looked at the war-torn Jakarta and asked the battalion commander beside him.
"Don't worry, they will be fine." The battalion commander patted Wu Jinshui's helmet with a smile: "Okay, be on guard. Don't let those indigenous people or Dutch come here to make trouble."
"Yes, sir!" After a salute, Wu Jinshui ran to his company. The battalion commander raised his head, looked at the burning Jakarta, and shook his head. The poor Dutch white-skinned ghost seems to be much better than those people on the Kendavanbank.
"Attack! Attack!" Dekole roared loudly, commanding the elite troops coming from the north gate to launch waves of assaults against the damned indigenous people who were burning and looting in the east and south of the city.
In addition to leaving less than 500 new recruits to calm the North Gate and West Gate, Gronin transferred almost all his combat effectiveness to suppress the indigenous battles that rushed into the city.
Even his governor's guard, in addition to leaving 200 elite guards to guard the governor's palace, were all sent out. Under the crazy counterattack of the Dutch, those burning, killing and looting have lost their discipline. Well, the indigenous people who had no discipline have stuffed their courage back into their buttocks and hurriedly in the city. The streets of the city are swaying.
In addition to the hundreds of muskets provided to them by Edward, they can only rely on the long guns made of wood in their hands. These can only fight downwinds and bully the weak. The indigenous people who can't fart gradually find that their situation is getting worse and worse.
"No way, General, we have to retreat. Those Dutch are so crazy. Except for the explosion that appeared at the beginning and helped us open the gate, we can't see what the damn British said about reinforcements to help us. A Mandan clan leader with more bird feathers in his head than the soldiers stood in his hand holding a Dutchman's head, some proudly commanding the indigenous general who was arranging his victory in order to suggest.
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"Maybe there is, but we haven't come yet. Shall we wait a little longer? Hey, you damn robber, put down the golden candlestick. That's mine. That's my loot of General Casso. You Matalan's idiot, black pig!" Before the tribe finished speaking, the general rushed to the side angrily and kicked a native who had just run from the corner of the street and happily held a heavy golden candlestick on his face and the decorations on his body, which were different from those of the Wandan natives.
Then, the native general's soldiers immediately rushed up with strange screams, vented their anger on their generals, and tried to poke the indigenous Matalan, who was already defenseless with the spear in their hands.
"General, General, please make a decision quickly. The warriors of my tribe are almost dead." Next to him, the tribal leader was still begging bitterly.
"General, general, those Dutch rushed over, less than two blocks away from us." At this time, a bloody indigenous soldier ran towards this side and shouted hard.
"Fed, damn it! Come on, take good care of my booty. If a silver coin is missing, I will kill you. Hearing the news, General Wan Dan, who had added more weight for his booty, suddenly panicked and quickly gave the order to retreat. You, yes, it's you, the Marinda head, take your people, cover, you must stop those damn Dutch, otherwise, I will hang your head on the highest tree in the jungle, you know?"
"What should I do? The boss, let's stop the Dutch?" The boss's confidant's face was so pale that even his dark skin was gray.
"This stupid black wild boar is more vicious than a poisonous snake. Don't worry about him, we will also withdraw. The warriors of our tribe are not here to die. Let's go!" As soon as the leader said this, a large group of indigenous warriors rushed to the gate with faster and more fierce momentum than forward, but their figures were like a group of coyotes fleeing in a hurry.
"Are you all right?" Edward looked nervously at his pocket watch and looked at the situation at the gate. Beside him were several companions who were nervous about wiring.
"Don't worry, no problem, we can flash." At this time, a companion gave Edward a thumbs up.
Just as they clicked a lead and hurriedly evacuated the gate for two minutes, a large number of indigenous people who abandoned their weapons and carried trophies and even women on their shoulders were rushing to the open gate. The one who rushed to the front was the general of the Kingdom of Wandan. He saw that the gate was empty. People, the British who volunteered to stay to guard the Acropolis Gate and wait for British reinforcements have long disappeared. General Cassou was so angry that he cursed, but he kept walking and continued to run forward hard.
Casu was able to run so quickly with a bag of gold weighing more than 20 catties. He rushed in front of everyone. He was really worthy of being a general with the glorious and excellent traditional qualities of the indigenous people of South Asia. He charged in the back and retreated in front.
However, just as they were less than 100 meters away from the gate, a violent explosion made the tower, which had just been intact, begin to skew, and then the solid gate made of blue stone began to collapse.
(to be continued)