Chapter 311 You Dutch finally tasted the pain of being slaughtered and looted!

The original gate that left them hope disappeared in an instant, and even the towering tower above the gate was crooked on the position of the gate that had completely collapsed. These indigenous people could only watch the exit to the familiar jungle slowly be slowly covered by the huge stones in front of their eyes. Blocks are blocked and closed.

"Those damn liars, these pigs, Allah will definitely punish them, these infidels." General Cassou carried the package full of gold and stared at the seemingly dull eyes at the obstacle that needed to become a monkey to escape into the jungle and cursed.

There are about three or four thousand Wandan warriors behind him. At this moment, these Wandan warriors, whose weapons have been replaced with silver frames or exquisite porcelain, are also panicked and nervous.

Among the three or four thousand Wandan warriors, in addition to less than four hundred people still holding muskets sent by the British, only about three or five hundred people still hold machetes or spears in their hands.

General Cassu looked at his subordinates and couldn't wait to pick up the whip and beat these subordinates who had replaced their weapons with gold and silver treasures. However, the Dutch shouts from the distance behind him was still the sound of gunfire, reminding him that the Dutch were chasing him reluctantly.

"Run! Run east!" Cassel didn't even have time to curse those damn subordinates, and he didn't have time to think about why the damn pagan British did this. He just wanted to run faster and escape from the city through another gate, the entrance controlled by the soldiers of the Kingdom of Matalan.

At this moment, Casu raised the degree again, and even the hard mud under his feet was stepped out of the shallow pits one by one by one, and the bird hair on his head was even blown back. Kasu even felt that if he tilted his head a little later, the nose hair in his nose would even be blown away from the nasal mucosa and penetrated into the lungs with the wind.

Accelerate, accelerate again. As a general, General Cassu feels like a light and agile, extremely hungry pure hyena, deftly crossing all obstacles, surpassing all his companions, and running to a stinky meat bone not far away.

Unfortunately, the unlucky indigenous general never thought that at this moment, the indigenous warriors of the Kingdom of Mataram were running south with the same idea, and those fully armed Dutch who had been provoked by the tragic situation of the Dutch civilians in the East and South City picked up their weapons one after another. Together with those Dutch army soldiers who came to reinforce, they are surrounding them in this direction...--------------------------------

However, the indigenous warriors of the Kingdom of Mataram extremely hate the Wandan natives who are of the same skin color and the same language as them, because, just a few minutes ago, when the indigenous generals of the Kingdom of Mataraan rushed to the gate, they saw that more than a dozen British who guarded their gates had fallen into a pool of blood, of course. The city gate has also been blown down in advance.

An English wounded man who seemed to be dead at any time intermittently told the indigenous general of the Kingdom of Mataraan that this was done by the indigenous people of Wantan. General Wantan sent someone to blow up the gate here, just to block the warriors of Mataran in the city and let them fight with the Dutch, and Wandan soil But he took this opportunity to slip away, and maybe he was about to run to the capital of the Kingdom of Matalan to continue the unfinished burning and robbery plan tonight.

Before Mataran's general could find out more information, the British iron man, who struggled to tell the news to the Mataran, finally died, and before he died, he held General Mataran's hand tightly, and the other hand pointed to the east tremblingly.

General Mataran's eyes were full of tears, and he was moved to the post. It seems that this international friend is really his grandmother's friend. Even if he is dying, he still has to show himself the direction to escape.

"Those Wandan pigs must have run away. No wonder we can't resist the attack of those damn Dutch pigs. It turns out that those greedy and afraid of death betrayed us." A tribal leader waved the short fire gun in his hand angrily. Although the fire gun had fired and there were no bullets in it, the indigenous leader felt that holding this thing was indeed much more majestic than his machete.

"Those guys, I knew that those Wandan pigs were unreliable." Throwing away the body of the British friend who just felt very amiable, Mataraan's general raised the jin gold-golded musket on the handle in his hand and shouted, "Mataran's warriors, come with me, let's kill it!"

After this large group of indigenous people disappeared in the distance like a tide, the British corpses who had been protecting the allies of the Kingdom of Mataran jumped up deftly, and then quickly wiped the blood stains on their faces, dexterously and quickly, like the most authentic fox hounds in Britain. A dyed cloth shop next to it squeaked. The shop opened a thin crack. After taking these guys who played the role of corpses in, they closed the door again. In just a minute, countless Dutch with guns and knives, blood-red eyes were like a group of crazy people with chicken blood, with a meaningless roar in their mouth, to Pursue the past in the direction of those indigenous movements.

"Well, God bless, I've finally finished all the work, but I don't know how Edward and the others are doing? I don't know if those guys have completed the task assigned by the young master. The corpse picked up a cigarette, took a breath of it happily, and asked B, who was busy wiping the blood on his face.

"It should be able to be complete. Think about Master Liang's means of cleaning up people. Edward and others dare not to work hard. Maybe they have also blown up the east gate at this time, waiting to see these damn Dutch and those idiots kill each other." The body next to him smiled, and the blood stain on his face was matched with his twisted and strange smile, just like a devil crawling out of hell.

At this time, the warriors of Matalan, led by their generals, "killed" directly against the wall towards the south gate. Except for scaring away a few deranged wild dogs and mad cats, there were almost no enemies. Well, just almost, because it was at the root of the wall between the East City and the South City. Two well-informed indigenous generals led their warriors to meet here.

"Why are they?!" The excellent middle- and long-distance runner rushed to the front of the team. At the moment when he crossed the street with a heavy package, he almost bumped into the Matalan warriors who were running on their faces.

"It's him! The pig that deserves to be punished by Allah!" The general of Mataran flashed out of the famous Javan long-distance runner at first sight. The short musket with a gold handle in his hand pointed at the damned, blackmailing and shameless General Wan Dan.

This time, he no longer stingyly pulled the beautiful trigger. General Cassu's running body seemed to suddenly hit a strong wall, and his forward body almost retreated in an instant. He looked at the bloody eyes of his chest in disbelief. Then, his eyes fell on the package in his hand, and his hand was gone. There was power holding this heavy package, and the gold products inside were scattered out, and the flowers also brightened the eyes and nerves of the Mataran warriors who rushed over.

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"My, it's all mine. You idiots, don't rob!" Matalan's general was still complacent about his shooting. Suddenly, he found that his soldiers rushed up bravely, snatched the exquisite and luxurious gold products, and couldn't help roaring angrily.

At this time, the guards of General Cassu who rushed to the opposite saw that their master died at the hands of the general of the damn feud Mataraan Kingdom. They were angry, and more importantly, these Mataran pigs blocked their way to escape from Jakarta. So, they bravely raised their spears, swords, muskets, and even the treasure they had taken, howled and killed the Mataran pigs who dared to stop them.

"Kill them!" General Matalan also waved the weapons in his hand angrily. These damn Wandan pigs, they must have defected to the Dutch and ambushed here to give Mataran's warriors a surprise attack.

But are the warriors of Mataran so easy to defeat in order to survive? As a result, the character of both sides broke out, the small universe broke out, the population was superimposed, the anger value was MAX, and the combat effectiveness increased by 250 percentage points.

At this time, the two groups of brave indigenous warriors were killed with blood. At the mouth of the sea of corpses, almost all the remnants of the remnants who were trapped in Nancheng District and Dongcheng District and were still busy looting were turned into corpses, and those who saw more and more Dutch people immediately raised their weapons. The indigenous people who expressed their peace and sincerity did not escape the angry Dutch bullets and swords.

Gradually, the warriors of the two indigenous kingdoms who were fighting under the corner of the city wall gradually felt wrong, because the gunfire and hissing around them had become more and more dense, and there were angry roars of the Dutch and the howls of the warriors of their own kingdom almost everywhere.

"Bard me, bombard me!" The muscles on his face, twisted and deformed by pain and anger, roared loudly, and even kicked the buttocks of his subordinates with his feet to make them fill the gunpowder faster.

His beloved wife and daughter were naked, covered with blood, and even the organs on their bodies were cut off by those outrageous indigenous people, which made these lieutenant colonels almost collapse completely. His only sustenance and hope now is to let those who make such a tragic and beastless Java. The indigenous people paid the price of bleeding.

"I'm going to let them all go to hell and bury my wife and my daughter!" De Kohler's roar called out the hearts of all the Dutch.

"Ah, it seems that you Dutch have finally tasted the pain of being slaughtered and looted, which is really a regrettable thing." He chattered about a cigar happily. Under the escort of the heavily armed special battalion, Liang Pengfei, who had stood on the dock, smelled the strong smell of blood in the air. He was a little intoxicated, and happily smiled at the old Van Persie, the staff of the Dutch governor who had been with him. His face, hidden in the smoke, was full of happy ferociousness and blood-eating.

(to be continued)