Hused, who was absent-mindedly eating, shook violently, and he pounced out of his room like a cheetah, just as another round of guns rang out, and Hused's face turned pale at once, and he didn't have time to put on his armor, and ran to the edge of the village with a musket with a bayonet!

The others in the middle of the village with him were in disarray, some hurriedly putting the little silver they had snatched into their pockets, some carrying a bone and headless flies looking for their weapons, and others busily lifting their pants up.

"O Allah!" A Bugis warrior rolled on the ground with his shoulders clutched, his shoulder was hit, his left hand drooped softly, his right hand spasmed like a chicken claw, and the dirt under him scratched out a trail of dirt.

Husside looked ahead, and the bearded officer, who had just dragged a woman to his room, was aiming with a musket.

As soon as the fire flashed, the bearded man rushed out with a scimitar after putting down the musket in his hand, which was a typical Tianfang Sect warrior's style of play, a tactic that combined muskets, bows and arrows, and scimitars.

Generally speaking, a shot is placed at a distance, and then a bow or two arrows are shot at a closer point, and finally a knife is used to cut it, from the Ottoman Mamluks, to the nomadic cavalry of the Tianfang Sect in Central Asia, and then to the Tianfang Sect of the Black Monkey in the South Seas, it is this tactic.

However, if you can go back more than 100 years, this style of play, which requires a long period of practice to become proficient, is as fancy as acrobatics, is still very powerful!

Shooting, arrowing, and slashing, the lethality of one soldier is equivalent to that of two other warriors, but now that it is almost the nineteenth century, it is a bit out of place no matter how you look at it.

And the Bugis people are not capable of playing so complicated, the force of the South Seas has never been ranked in the world, and because the weather is humid and hot, the bow and arrow are not easy to maintain, so the tactics of the Bugis are to get close to the gun first, and then rush up to cut it.

This tactic, when the Bugis people were full of martial virtue, the Dutch encountered it, but now, these robbers of the fourth generation and the fifth generation have long lost the courage to rush to the front of the enemy before releasing the gun, and they all put a gun early and picked up the knife.

This is actually an important reason for the avalanche decline in the force value of the Bugis, the smoothbore gun does not shoot at close range, or plays with the number of platoon guns that make up for the accuracy, what effect can a shot be placed at a distance, whether it can be hit or not depends on the will of God.

Sure enough, the bearded man who put the gun didn't hit any target, but when he pulled out his knife and rushed out, he really had a little sense of bravery.

Husside shouted in his heart, if such a majestic warrior rushes into the crowd, he must not kill seven in and seven out?

But before his cheers could land, another thunderous volley of guns rang out, and the bearded man seemed to have been hit head-on, and he spread his limbs, shook twice, and fell off a small dirt bag, and the bean-sized gun hole on his forehead was bleeding out.

After the platoon of guns on the opposite side was fired, the muskets of the Bugis also began to fight back, but they were sparse and discouraging.

Hused narrowed his eyes and aimed the musket in his hand at a bald man who was jumping up and slashing, and before he could shoot, a 'woo' whistling sound was heard.

He looked up and saw a javelin flying towards him with a terrifying whistling, and he quickly dodged the javelin with a tumble and then pulled the trigger.

The sword and shield hand, who was still finishing the javelin, was stunned for a moment, and immediately searched carefully on himself for a second or two, but when he saw that he was not hit by the musket, he screamed excitedly, and the shield in his left hand and the knife in his right hand pounced at once.

However, Hused is tall and strong, and he is a nobleman who has received systematic military training since childhood, and his martial arts are still not low, he is holding a musket with a bayonet, and he actually beat the sword and shield hand of Huashantang who holds a sword and shield back again and again, if it is not a bayonet but a spear in his hand, this sword and shield hand has been killed by him several times.

Even so, the sword and shield hand was still stabbed and smashed by him, his nose and face were swollen, and blood was spurting from his waist and abdomen, and finally Husside saw the opportunity, and took advantage of the opportunity of the sword and shield hand to retreat again and again, and picked up a spear from the ground.

With the spear in hand, Husside only felt bold, and the sword and shield hand had already taken the opportunity to run away, and in front of him were now two Tang men wearing Westerner uniforms and holding bayonets and muskets.

Husside grinned, just like this Dutchman with a bayonet, he could easily kill him, let alone the Tang!

'Hatui! Huang Laosi spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, he touched his hot waist, this guy with a spear is quite difficult to deal with, if he hadn't dodged quickly, he would have been able to stab him in the stomach this time, fortunately, the two people taught by Hou Ye had great bayonet skills, otherwise he really couldn't beat it.

He turned his head to look at Chen Wenqi beside him, and the two guys who didn't like each other snorted in disgust at the same time, and hurriedly continued to charge.

Husside didn't wear armor, and there were no guards around him to protect him, and he didn't know that they had stabbed a general who commanded more than 2,000 people to death.

The flames and smoke of gunpowder reflected the sky red, and the Bugis, who were suddenly attacked and lost the supreme commander, collapsed!

Although there were still a few people led by a few officers, occupying some wooden houses and desperately counterattacking, it could not affect the overall situation, and when the last phalanx of more than 300 people was broken up, everyone began to flee desperately.

But they couldn't get far, and the shirtless Malays knew every road and every place they could hide, and in anger they acted as guides for the Chinese, crying and leading them to the Bugis who were hiding.

"Is this a win? Is this a win-win? Zhang Chaorong covered his mouth and retched twice, looking surprised and incredulous.

The Bugis people have always been very capable of fighting in Zhang Chaorong's heart, but now, the two thousand, four or five hundred Bugis people were defeated by Ye Kai's more than 1,000 people in less than an hour!

Under the guidance of the Malays, who were familiar with the terrain and were extremely angry, Zhang Chaorong estimated that few would be able to escape, and he estimated that the losses of the attacking Chinese army would not exceed fifty.

Genius! Zhang Chaorong looked at Ye Kai with a resolute face, and his saliva was about to come down, "How nice it would be if this were my son!" Ye Fatzi, a big fat man who doesn't distinguish between grains and doesn't work hard, how can he raise such a brave son. ”

After envying for a long time, Zhang Chaorong was happy again, for many years, the Chinese in the Malay Peninsula have never had a strong armed force of their own, and the more than 1,000 people in front of them will be the guarantee of the status of the entire Chinese.

With this army, those who want to find fault have to weigh it, maybe... Zhang Chaorong's head was moving rapidly, maybe he could use the power of this battle to force the Sultan of Omar to give up the port of Kemawan in Terengganu!

With this port connecting the inside and outside, the Chinese people in Kuala Terengganu can hold their fate in their hands, and they don't have to look at the Malays anymore!