People crowd people, people trample people!

After the cavalry that suddenly entered the battlefield was killed, the horse and blue soldiers immediately fell into chaos, and those native soldiers even completely lost the courage to fight, and just ran blindly and ran away, and when they fled, they became the target of slaughter.

When the chaos evolves to a certain extent, it's Yingxiao!

The larger and less disciplined the army, the more likely it is to have a camp roar, and when the cavalry behind them continues to harvest the lives of the Mataran people with knives and bows and arrows, those who flee from the Mataran find that someone is "blocking" their way to escape, and they will not hesitate to swing their swords and slash at their own people in order to survive.

On the battlefield, fear spreads and spreads, and when the fear of death begins to spread from a corner, it spreads throughout the battlefield in an instant. When the native soldiers who were rowing small boats and preparing to cross the canal, after seeing the chaos on the shore, they did not hesitate to row their boats and fled from the battlefield.

At the same time, the Gui soldiers and the reinforcements from the Qin State who had been waiting for a long time in the fortress immediately opened the city gate and launched an attack from the front.

The bayonet charge of thousands of people was as sharp as a flood, and for a time, the battlefield was full of shouts of killing.

Those who had not been trained, completely relied on a little barbaric blood and bravery, under the bayonet charge like a flood, immediately collapsed, the army of more than 100,000 people was easily defeated by the army of the Three Kingdoms Alliance, which was no more than 10,000 people.

Not only did the ordinary native soldiers lose the courage to resist, but even the generals in armor lost the courage to fight, and they knelt on the ground and cried for mercy, but before he could beg for mercy, a soldier who rushed over pierced him in the chest with a bayonet.

More and more people are surrendering!

In the end, those who surrendered would even take the initiative to kneel on the ground to make way for the soldiers of the Three Kingdoms who were charging with firearms. Fearing that if they moved a little slower, they would be killed, and even some natives even pulled out the rope around their waists, took the initiative to tie their hands, and knelt on the ground to show that they had given up resistance.

No one could have imagined that the situation would change so quickly.

After the first wave of troops attacked, seeing that the Mataran people had fallen into collapse, Zhang Fengyang immediately ordered to put in his reserves—five thousand Gui soldiers and three thousand Qin soldiers, these eight thousand men were the last force at his disposal.

By the time this reserve force was put into battle, the Matarans, who had actually collapsed long ago, were no longer able to resist. As for Su Dan in the distance, when the army collapsed, under the arch of the Sultan's guards, he quickly fled from the battlefield, compared to those shirtless native soldiers, the Sultan's personal guards wore heavenly robes, and many of them had relatively rudimentary armor, which was what Ma Dalan really relied on.

As long as this elite team of more than 10,000 people is there, Ma Dalan will still have a chance to return to the country!

It's just that to Amand Goulart's disappointment, from the very beginning, Zhu Fuquan set his eyes on the elite with clear armor, and after the Three Kingdoms Alliance army came out of the city and the overall situation on this side was decided, he immediately ordered the trumpeters around him to blow the military horn again.

The hurried military horn commanded the cavalry to move closer to Zhu Fujun, and those cavalrymen whose armor was already stained with blood, under the leadership of Zhu Fuquan, immediately pursued the elite of the defeated Mataran Sultan, but it was only a quarter of an hour, and they caught up with the elite of this Matalan man, and then immediately launched an attack without hesitation.

Zhu Shiki, who rushed to the forefront, slashed down the native soldiers in front of him with a single sword, and then directly trampled the native soldiers in front of him to death. Then he raised the saber in his hand again, and the cavalry around him kept repeating similar movements, using the impact of the war horse to slash the enemy with horsepower, although they didn't need to use any force, but the long battle still made them feel a little tired.

But despite their exhaustion, the smell of blood on the battlefield made everyone fanatical, and instead of directly ramming the elite under the command of Armand Goulart, they chose to surround them as if they were hunting, and the cavalry caught up with them from both flanks, driving them with sabers, spears, and bows and arrows, driving them to the center.

Compared to last year, it was more like hunting, but they used to drive the sheep with sabers, spears, bows and arrows, and finally these sheep were driven into this "pen". Armand Goulat, who was caught in the "circle", tried to direct the troops to break out of the "sheepfold", but the cavalry of the Zhou State always used their swords and guns in their hands to drive them back again, and when the swords and guns drove them away, the cavalry on the periphery had changed their tactics, and after they drove the enemy into the circle with their horses and sabers, they would take out a grenade directly from the side of the saddle and throw it at the crowd as if they were inadvertent.

The grenades thrown into the crowd exploded with a "bang", and in the violent explosion, a small handful of native soldiers fell in the smoke of gunpowder, and when the weighted grenades were thrown into the "sheepfold", the sheep inside kept disappearing and falling.

At the same time, more cavalry even started a game, the competition to see whose way of killing is more effective and more labor-saving, as the prince of the Zhou State Zhu Fujun also joined this game, when he rode his horse galloping, he held a saber in one hand, and when he passed by the side of a native soldier, the tip of the knife pointed downward, and the arm stretched downward, like cutting leeks, slashed across the bodies of several native people, and burst out pieces of blood.

There is no suspense at all!

Due to the lack of long weapons such as spears, the cavalry encountered little resistance, and even if some of the Sultan's guards came to the perimeter with Dutch-style spears and tried to tear open the sheepfold with spears and other long soldiers, the cavalry on the periphery would always end their lives with bows and arrows.

Perhaps, Su Dan of Madaran was once a celestial man, and they also used war horses to conquer the natives here, but they have long forgotten all this, and now, they have to face this strange method of warfare, although this method of war has been gradually eliminated in the mainland.

Here, however, the archers played an unexpected role. Just as Li Dingguo used hundreds of cavalry to break the 100,000 Burmese army, now the cavalry of Zhou has become a talisman for the Mada Blue people.

For these natives who have never fought with the formed cavalry, the cavalry from the mainland is undoubtedly the devil who rushed out of hell, and they are the embodiment of the devil.

"No, no, how can this be ......"

Armand Goulart looked desperately at the cavalry galloping around him, he had once arrogantly fought to the Ming Dynasty, and he had no idea at all, he just stood there at a loss, watching in a daze as those cavalry pressed the encirclement smaller and smaller.

"Sudan, quick, quick, get on the war elephant and rush out on the war elephant!"

Hong Yixuan, who had been following Su Dan closely, pointed to the war elephant and said, he even pulled Su Dan to move to the side of the war elephant, and after he reminded him, Armand Gulart said again and again.

"Quick, quick, the war elephants rush away from them,"

Just rush away from them and flee back to Mataram.

Even now, he didn't know that while he was under siege, another army was ravaging the land of Mataran, razing cities to the ground and turning thousands of people into prisoners of war and slaves.

"Hunt elephants with elephant hunting guns!"

Seeing the war elephants dispatched by the natives, Zhu Fujun sneered.

In the Zhou Kingdom of Aceh, he had contact with war elephants, and before he went to the country, his father had asked the veteran generals in the army how to fight war elephants, and the easiest way was to use large-caliber rifled elephant hunting guns, and in the tearing and killing of the Acehnese, they had killed more than a dozen war elephants at a time.

Now even if the other side sends out war elephants, what is there to fear?

Compared with the ordinary firecracker, the caliber of the hunting elephant is larger, and its bullet is also a pointed steel heart bullet, with a steel core wrapped in the lead skin, with an order, dozens of elephant hunting gunners immediately rode their horses to the periphery, took out the hunting elephant from the saddle, and pulled the trigger after aiming at the war elephant.

With a fierce sound like the roar of small cannons, those behemoths that were originally trying to break through the cavalry defense line suddenly fell, and at the same time, they also crushed the nearby native soldiers.

"Su Dan is dead!"

Suddenly, I don't know who shouted, the native soldiers who were still struggling to support them, after hearing this shout, first lost their minds for a moment, and then put down their weapons one after another.

Su Dan is already dead, so naturally they have no reason to fight anymore.

Surrendered!

After the Mataran people gave up their resistance and surrendered one after another, Zhu Shijun did not order the killing of prisoners, for the Three Kingdoms, these prisoners of war were the most valuable resources - the land of the Three Kingdoms needed to be cultivated and planted by slaves, and they needed to be educated and integrated into China, whether they wanted to or not, eventually, they would be tamed and their wildness would disappear.

In a hundred years, maybe two hundred years later, they will become part of the Han people, this is the purpose of the Ming Dynasty, of course, at the moment, they are just valuable labor, nothing more!

Putting away the saber, Zhu Shijun glanced at the battlefield, he felt very tired, he had never been so tired as now, he took off his head ash and took a breath of air, the air was filled with gunsmoke and the smell of blood.

That's what the battlefield tastes like.

At this time, his subordinates brought the body of Armand Gulat, who had fallen from a war elephant and broken his neck. Just glancing at the corpse, Zhu Shijun said.

"The body was sent to Xinhengcheng and handed over to the monarch of Gui Guo for disposal,"

Then he saw that there was another person who was escorted with him, this was a Han man, his left hand was broken, although he was covered in mud, he could still see the clothes on his body and the braid on the top of his head, and Zhu Fujun's brow was furrowed.

Traitors!

"General, down there is ......"

Just when Hong Yixun wanted to open his mouth and wanted to exchange his clever tongue for life, he only heard Zhu Fujun say.

"Kill!"

The moment the words fell, the soldier holding Hong Yixun slashed his head, and the head fell to the ground and rolled into the distance like a ball.

"Shizi, why don't you listen to what he wants to say? At least know who he is, don't you? ”

Zhao Mingfu asked with some puzzlement.

Zhu Shijun just glanced into the distance, and then said.

"It doesn't matter who he is, it's just a traitor, this kind of traitor still has braids, it can be seen that he must be disloyal, such a scum, keeping him, will only harm my Han people, rather than listening to his nonsense, it is better to kill something!"

As he spoke, Zhu Fujun's right hand pulled the reins of the horse hard, and the war horse under the seat immediately raised its front hooves, and at the moment of falling, it stepped on Hong Yixun's head, and when his head was stepped on by the horse's hooves, a cloud of red and white objects instantly collapsed.

On this battlefield, no one will remember his identity anymore, and everyone knows that he is Hong Chengchou's only grandson, and on this battlefield, he is just a corpse worth mentioning.

"What the prince said is extremely true!"

Zhao Mingfu hurriedly nodded in agreement, he glanced at the headless corpse on the ground again, and finally sighed. He didn't know why this person was so stupid, at this time, he didn't see the general trend of the world clearly, and blindly became a loyal minister of the Manchu Dynasty, but now he lost his life in a foreign land, and he didn't even leave a name.

"Alright, here's up to you!"

After the words fell, Zhu Fujun led the guards to ride away on horseback and ran in the direction of Xinhengzhou.

When the prince left, Zhao Ming regained some of the chaotic thoughts, and then ordered the trumpeters to blow the assembly horn. Because the prince had ordered that the earth soldiers should not be pursued exhaustively, after the surrender of these earth soldiers, the exhausted cavalrymen just rode there on their horses and counted the prisoners, and these prisoners would eventually become their trophies and become their family property.

Everyone was beaming, and it was a big win.

Looking at the tens of thousands of captives in front of him, Zhao Mingfu also had a smile on his face, these people will make the Zhou State richer and stronger - they can cultivate more land and plant more fields.

Barbaric killing has never been the tradition of the Han people, the tradition of the Han people is to educate, and these barbarians will give up the tradition of drinking blood under the teaching of the Han people, they will learn to farm, give up laziness, and become very industrious, all of which need to be indoctrinated!

It's a good thing for them!

Of course, a greater benefit for the Zhou State is that from now on, Aceh will no longer dare to have any disrespect for the Zhou State, because when the time comes, what they need to face is not a Zhou State, but the Zhuxia of the South Seas!

Looking at this land stained dark red by blood, Zhao Mingfu looked towards the north, and there was no longer any thought of the past in his expression......