Basar Gede fell, but the fighting did not stop.

The fighting continues, and although the news of the fall of Pasar Ged City shocked the whole of Mataram, it is necessary to teach the natives a hard lesson, there are many other cities in Matalan, Rapayak, Mataram, Pajang and Katuo, Swim, Madura and Cirebon......

Some of these cities were guarded by officials appointed by Matha Lan Sudan, while others were self-governing by local Sudan, but they had to pay the price for Armand Gurat's stupidity. Especially for the cities that took in the sons of Armand Goulat, and the native soldiers under his command, a profound lesson must be learned.

They must be let know what is "Dahan Tianwei".

In this way, Wen Jiayu and his brigade swept through the markets and villages of Mataran all the way, burned down the bamboo buildings, pursued the Mataran native soldiers, and eliminated them, razing cities to the ground, while at the same time, hundreds of merchants also appeared behind them, and tens of thousands of natives were taken away by the merchants.

War, for some, means opportunity.

For some, of course, it means destruction!

Destroy!

As for little Armand Goulart, the prince of Sufan, who was supposed to become Armand Goulart II in a few years, was on the verge of destruction, just a few days ago, he was enjoying the riches of the world with his concubine in the royal palace, and now, he was running away in the wilderness like a lost dog, and the guard that once numbered 3,000 at his side now has less than a thousand left.

"Prince, Bazhang stayed behind and refused our request to enter the city, he said, if we enter the city, the Qin people will definitely follow closely to attack Bazhang, we can leave, but they will bear the wrath of the Qin people, all the officials, preaching will be killed, and then, everyone, whether men, women, old or young, will become slaves of the Qin people, so, in order to protect the people of Bali, he can only refuse our request......"

Vasid's words made little Armand Goulart immediately roar angrily.

"Has he forgotten that three years ago, it was I who saved his life and allowed him to survive the wrath of Sodan? Now he dares to refuse me......"

After a moment of anger, Armand Goulart Jr. spoke again.

"What about the grain? Did he agree to give us food? ”

The answer, of course, is no.

According to the Qin army's ultimatum, anyone and place who dared to support Armand Gulart would be severely punished, and this support would of course include providing them with soldiers and food.

Violence can be frightening, especially the kind of violence that makes the vast majority of people dare not resist.

"As soon as the army arrives, the jade will be burned!"

The natives may not be able to understand the wisdom of the Han script, but they can understand the meaning of this sentence from the Qin army's destruction of the city and the capture of all the people inside and outside the city as slaves.

It is human instinct to seek advantage and avoid disadvantage, and no one wants to provoke the Qin army, especially when the local strong men were all requisitioned by the Supreme Sudan and went on an expedition to Gui, they had no strength to resist the attack of the Qin army.

In this way, under the threat of the Qin army, Armand Gulart Jr. was abandoned.

"We still have a chance, Su Dan still commands an army of 180,000, as long as we get there, we can counterattack under Su Dan's command, the Qin people have very few soldiers and horses, we will definitely be able to win......"

Little Armand Goulart swore by it.

Different from the intelligence of Gui and Qin, Armand Gulart recruited a total of 180,000 native soldiers, which almost recruited all the men of the country, and this is also the reason why the Qin soldiers are like no one - there is no army in his country to resist the attack of the Qin army, and now the more than 1,000 people led by Armand Guulat Jr. are the last large-scale native soldiers in his country.

"But ......"

Wahid looked at little Armand Goulart and said.

"We can't wait for that!"

As he spoke, Wahid drew his Malaywlux sword, the serpentine blade stabbed directly into the chest of Armand Goulart Jr.

"For, why ......"

Little Armand Gouratt's eyes widened, and he grabbed Wahid's clothes with both hands, his eyes were full of unwillingness, why was Wahid betrayed him?

"I must keep the Wahid family, General Qin promised that as long as I convert to Buddhism, change my Han name, and perform holy sacraments, my family can continue to exist......"

Looking at the little Armand Gulat, who had slowly lost his life, Wahid's tone seemed calm, he did not feel any discomfort because of the change of religion and name, but he felt that this was an opportunity, because he believed that the people of the Qin State also needed them to rule this land, just as Pidan needed them.

In order to gain power, they converted to the Tianfang Sect and gave the name of the Tianfang Sect, and now, it is just a change of master, the people of the Qin State are actually the people of the Ming Dynasty, compared to the Heavenly Fang, the Ming Dynasty is more powerful.

Obey the strong.

It was a natural choice.

When Wahid cut off the head of little Armand Gulat and ordered someone to salt it and send it to the general of Qin. Wen Jiayu and his brigade also accepted the surrender of a group of native soldiers, who were more like a group of savages with wooden sticks than with the encounters along the way.

Of course, they don't just have wooden clubs, they also have swords and spears and other weapons, but they have no training at all, they are just a group of ordinary people with swords, and they are completely vulnerable.

Along the way, the only resistance encountered was the former capital of Mataram, the hometown of Sultan, but even the so-called resistance was nothing more than a fearless struggle - the resistance of thousands of native soldiers immediately collapsed under the fire of grenades and gunfire from field artillery.

Wen Jiayu and his comrades-in-arms then continued to rush forward. Within a few minutes, he saw it.

There was a white flag, about the size of a sheet, fluttering over a large tree.

Where did they get such a large piece of white cloth?

You must know that the life of the natives is extremely poor, the vast majority of the natives only have a pair of shorts, both men and women are naked, and the women are at most wrapped in a cloth on their chests.

But now, they got a large piece of white cloth.

Wen Jiayu can even imagine how the terrified natives were terrified and rummaged through the houses of ordinary people to find such a piece of white cloth.

"It's hard enough for them"

Shaking his head, Wen Jiayu smiled smugly.

Especially when they arrived in front of these native soldiers, these native soldiers all knelt down one after another, and those who could speak Chinese prostrated there and begged for mercy, saying in stiff Chinese that they were willing to surrender.

At this moment, everyone laughed.

For there were only thirteen of them, and the other side was a full twelve or three hundred.

12,300 native soldiers, who didn't even have the courage to resist in the face of thirteen of them, surrendered directly.

The disparity is one to one hundred, but the surrender is so simple.

"What's your name?"

Wen Jiayu pointed to a native who could speak Chinese, that is, Chinese, and asked with a cold face.

"Little, villainous Age."

The skinny Ah Re hurriedly bowed his waist and replied.

"Small, the villain will say Chinese, the villain is useful, useful ......"

Afraid that the other party would kill his Ah Ge, he kept saying that he was useful, of course he was really useful, at least he could be a "horse traitor".

"Let them all stand up."

Even if he can barely understand it, he can speak a few words in the local language, but Wen Jiayu disdains to speak the local language, just like people can't learn how to bark a dog.

Ah Re hurriedly said a word of local language to the natives.

The soldiers who had surrendered stood up almost at the same time, and the number was a little terrifying, and even Wen Jiayu and the brothers were a little afraid, afraid that the other party would turn against the water, and more than a thousand people, even one person could drown them with a mouthful of spit.

But after a moment of horror, there was a swell of pride in their hearts, these natives were all in rags, they had already disarmed, and their faces and eyes were full of a mixture of hope and fear.

"All in line, in line......"

Under the command of Wen Jiayu and his comrades-in-arms, these native prisoners of war were lined up in several columns, each column waving a white flag, and a native who could speak Chinese was greeted there, and these native people seemed to invite merit, and in order to show their ability in front of the new master, they from time to time beat the slow-moving native with small rattan that they had obtained from there.

Those natives, although they let out a scream when they were pumped, and the skin and flesh were even more open in the place where they were whipped, they only screamed, and then walked forward meekly with their heads bowed, and they had no courage to resist at all.

The captives were whipped with rattan sticks by men who had been their own brothers ten minutes ago, marching along the dirt road, whispering something to each other from time to time. Occasionally, they would look to either side, and on either side would be the bayonet-mounted firearms.

What is certain is that as long as one person dares to resist, Wen Jiayu and they will immediately pull the trigger, but then what?

However, surprisingly, these people did not dare to resist at all. Even if they glanced at Wen Jiayu and them, after discovering that they had found out, they would bow their heads in panic, lest they would be burned.

Tame!

Like a herd of docile sheep, tamed to the point of being incredible.

Looking at those who were beaten under the rattan whipping of the "horse traitor", he didn't dare to complain, but looked at those "horse traitors" with envious eyes, Wen Jiayu couldn't believe his eyes, just such a group of guys, what did they still fantasize about destroying Gui Guo?

In this way, more than 1,300 captives were escorted back to Mataram, which by this time was in ruins, and in a clearing not far from the city, where more natives were being held, and on the outskirts of the clearing, merchants were bargaining with the quartermaster......

As for the natives, they are just there at a loss and waiting for an unknown fate......

Seeing the joy of these natives being escorted to the open field and learning that they were going to be sold instead of being beheaded, Wen Jiayu even sympathized with the supreme Sudan, he actually wanted to rely on such a group of sheep to occupy the Kingdom of Gui, could he really think of it......