Limbang City, Borneo.

Nearby is the Limbang Valley, which is suitable for both mountains and rivers, and is suitable for cultivation in the inland areas to support the population.

Around the city, two battles had been fought before, and now, the third battle was about to begin.

In the small palace, Pseudo-Sudan and Uncle Jabbar frowned, because tomorrow he would go into battle to face the Nul-Chinese coalition.

According to him, he didn't want to fight!

Even if the enemy army is close to Lin Bang City, he can still give up the city, and one trick is fresh, eat all over the world, it is jungle warfare, constantly sneaking up on the enemy army, so that they can not bear the loss and flee in the end.

However, when Nuel arrived with his army, he had to fight!

Faced with serious accusations that he had usurped the throne, Jabbar must fight to the death with Nul to determine the outcome of the victory.

Today, the hearts of the people in the city of Limbang are in turmoil, and Jabbar has ordered the killing of many talkative sergeants.

The hearts of the people are scattered, and the team is not easy to lead.

The only way to kill Nul is to get a natural end to it.

Jabbar clenched his fists and made up his mind.

The next day, he rode a majestic white horse galloping in front of the troops, wearing a golden crown, wearing a pure gold uniform, stepping on golden boots, protecting his body with golden light in the sun, and his majesty was like a god descending to earth.

Everywhere he went, he was greeted with cheers from the officers and men, and their morale was quite strong.

On the other side, Nul hated it, because he recognized the pure gold suit as belonging to his father, his predecessor, Sudan Adan Jariruaba.

Normally, when Su Dan ascended to the throne, he would build a pure gold battle suit for himself, and he would be buried after he died.

I didn't expect Abdul-Jabbar to take it for now!

In fact, Abdul-Jabbar had no choice, he was not in the right position, and he didn't have time to build his own pure gold suit, so he had to use his brother to use it.

In addition to the pure gold suits, Jabbar had elite ironclad sword and shield soldiers, which also made Nul jealous, looking at his own troops, which were dressed in tatters and equipped with mostly sharpened wood and wooden spears.

These sword and shield troops should have been their own!

Compared with himself, he wears an embroidered gold coat given by the Chinese, embroidered gold, and people are pure gold!

Abdul-Jabbar's scepter, pure gold!

The scepter in his hand was sent by the Chinese, gilded!

Jabbar's white horse is a good horse carefully raised by the Brunei royal family, and Nule is now riding an inferior horse, or sent by the Southeast Army--- the southeastern army likes to use donkeys and mules, those livestock are too easy to raise in the tropical jungle, and the war horse is not used at all, and over time, even the officers are riding donkeys, and this war horse is still found by the Southeast Army with great difficulty.

He hated, hated the second prince Mehanaid, if he hadn't blocked his way to the throne and fought with him, his strength would have been greatly damaged; He hated, hated his uncle Jabbar, such a traitor and thief, who ruined Brunei; He hates even more, he hates the Chinese, they are robbers!

The inner roar is like thunder, and he wants to send Jabbar and the Chinese people to hell.

He rode his horse into battle, his horse was slow, there was no gallop in the jungle battle---- if you ran fast, the fork would trip you away, and the jungle was so high and low that the horse could not run at all.

No one raised it carefully, the horse would not run, and Noul couldn't run fast even if he broke the horse's skin hard, which actually caused people's laughter!

With a hot face, Nur faced Jabbar and said sharply: "My uncle, my father's battle suit is for you to wear, it doesn't seem to fit well!" ”

Dead child, come to expose the shortcomings of labor and management when you go into battle!

Jabbar said angrily: "Good nephew, you have mixed with your father's enemies, and when your father sees it, he will jump out of the mausoleum and teach you a lesson!" ”

"He can't come, so I, as an elder, will teach you a lesson!" Abdul-Jabbar is authentic.

"You usurper, I will send you down to my father today, and you can ask him for your guilt!" Nul hated the authentic.

The hatred between this uncle and nephew is quite deep, and it is a verbal sword when they meet.

The two were arguing, and the two non-commissioned officers of the Southeast Army under the cover of the door flag, Wang Renyu, a sniper holding the "Mazu artifact", stayed with his assistant Li Yu, seeing Wang Renyu leisurely eating his snacks, without the slightest preparation for opening the camera, Li Yu couldn't help but ask: "Don't we beat him?" "Referring to Abdul-Jabbar.

"Don't fight!" Wang Renyu shook his head and said.

"Within range!" Li Yu was unwilling to say authentically.

"We still want to save face!" Wang Renyu patiently spoke to Li Yudao, who was younger than him.

The summit meeting between the two sides, sniping and killing the enemy chieftain, sounds very cool, but it can be spread out, the reputation of the Southeast Army is gone, and in the future, the senior officers of the Southeast Army will have to shrink behind the formation as a turtle with a shrunken head and not come out, because others will follow suit.

Yes, there are times when face is more important than the result of victory.

To put it bluntly, you can lose face, but you can't do it publicly, it's okay not to do it secretly!

Let's say that Abdul-Jabbar and Nule scolded each other, and in the end, they still had to see the truth.

War!

Kill!

At the beginning, it was the spear throwers on both sides, and everyone came out of three to five thousand people, rushing over, and at first they saw the formation, and soon ran away in a chaotic manner.

Spears were thrown at each other, and then punches and kicks, fists to the flesh, feet and feet pierced through the heart, and thousands of people fought hilariously and beautifully, like a group of people in the streets!

"Try it!" The speaker's old fist was drawn, and the middle one screamed miserably, and was knocked out, with his feet in the air!

"Eat me!" A strong man came to a beautiful volley flying leg, but unfortunately he couldn't do all the beautiful postures, and he was dragged down by his legs, and the two rolled together.

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Yes, the metal smelting technology is not good, there is no metal weapon, the general aborigines and the general aborigines are such a PK, so the Bruneians have armor sword and shield soldiers are really a big killing weapon, no wonder they can kill the Quartet in Po Guozhou, but unfortunately they met the Chinese who wanted to grab gold, they were armed to the teeth, and the Bruneians were home.

"What a good fight!" Zhou Quanbin, the commander on the watchtower in the southeast army formation, commented.

Gan Hui will not personally take risks, he handed over the command to Zhou Quanbin, and now Zhou Quanbin is watching the grand scene of thousands of people fighting on the watchtower, and he is amazed and admired.

They have long been accustomed to shooting without saying a word, and the fight is not as beautiful and moving as it is now.

"You said that I bought 2,000 slaves, and let them call me when I was free, and at the same time, I invite you to come and see, I am the banker, you bet money, maybe I can even recover the capital!" Zhou Quanbin said with great interest.

He is very good at fist and foot kung fu, he started with fist and foot kung fu at the beginning, and he robbed a boat of silver by himself!

Unexpectedly, as a senior commander, he was strictly forbidden to go to the front line to fight the enemy hand-to-hand, and the troops were accustomed to using guns and artillery in combat, so his fists and feet were useless, which was very regrettable.

Hearing the surrounding officers say embarrassedly: "Sir, you really dare not compliment such a fetish!" ”

The senior officers were more amiable, and a small staff officer standing on the stairs said: "I read a book and said that the ancestors of the Romans of the red-haired fan are like this to fight beasts and people, and they have built a large Colosseum, which can allow thousands of people to fight together for others to see!" ”

"Really?!" Everyone was amazed.

"We'll have a chance to see the Colosseum in the future!" Zhou Quanbin said quite meaningfully, as a senior military officer, he knows some insiders!