Huge flames were blazing, wooden houses glowing an eerie orange red in the fire, and the screams and roars of Dayaks were everywhere, and the whole village was enveloped in great fear......

More than 600 kilometers away from Batavia, on the island of Kalimantan, this weak Dayak village was raided by a private slave hunting team from Batavia at night, and in less than 30 minutes, more than 180 Daya people were brutally killed, many Dayak men who had just picked up harpoons and sticks were killed by the bullets fired by flintlock pistols and even arquebuses before they could come into contact with these Western invaders, and only about 30 agile and clear-headed tribesmen fled into the forest in the mountains behind the village. Most of the people in the village did not escape the slave trappers.

In 1714, the Dutch East India Company opened its slave trade licence to local Dutch merchants and allowed local Dutch merchants to organize private slave hunting teams to invade the indigenous villages that dared to resist Dutch rule. Private slave hunters have set their sights on Kalimantan, just across the water.

It was during this period that Van Rudd Gurlitt began his slave hunting business. This Dutch veteran, who had retired from the East India Company, took advantage of his connections in the company's fleet to get nearly 30 old arquebuses and flintlock pistols, and under the call of "getting rich", he pulled up a team of nearly 50 people. At the small cost of the minor injuries of three people, Gullitt took control of the entire village, which meant that the good days of these simple Dayaks had come to an end and the pain was about to begin.

The captured Dayaks were all gathered in the center of the village, the wounded slave catchers vented their anger on the captured captives, and some adults, elderly people, and older women who looked weak and had little labor were prioritized for "disposal", and they did not even shy away from the nearby children, killing these worthless captives in front of their eyes, the brutal killing aroused the fear and pain of all Dayaks, and the wails resounded in the night sky. The remaining young men and women were to be sold by Gurlitt to the East India Company in Batavia for a proper price, and they were fortunate enough to become slaves of some of the powerful, and the unfortunate ones were to become slaves without any rights, or to die under the whip of the plantation foreman or in the wilderness of Ceylon.

The remaining Dayak children, some of whom looked reasonably good-looking, were sold to the local slave market in Batavia, while the half-grown children with decent health were kept in Gurlit's personal collection as personal trophies. Gurlitt had traveled with the company's fleet to South America, where white Brazilians were fond of keeping young Indian children by their side as servants and guards on the battlefield. This made Gullitt very envious, so after several invasions of villages on Kalimantan, Gullitt also had as many as 20 "cubs", including Klemandan, Balinese, Javanese, Daya, and even three Chinese children captured from another Chinese village in Kalimantan. At some critical moments when it is necessary to open up the relationship between the upper echelons, these young children will be a more satisfactory gift in the eyes of several high-ranking clergy of the local church who have special hobbies.

According to rumors of a small number of European settlers living in West Kalimantan, gold mines could be found everywhere in Kalimantan, and the locals actually used the gold-containing ore as a kind of pagan sacrifice to make many slave catchers with golden eyes angry, these backward infidels should really be killed, To make this unforgivable sin against those glittering lovely gold proves that they are not worthy of the land. However, they were destined to be disappointed, and after threatening and luring some of the soft-boned villagers, the villagers informed them that the gold nuggets that the Daya village once possessed had long since been exchanged by foreign Qing Han maritime merchants, and the whites could not get a grain of golden sand.

"Damn infidels! Curse them all to hell! A half-breed member named Henk vents his frustration, while several others compete for a beautiful Daya girl named Nina, and even fight for it.

"Stop! You filthy bastards! Gurlitt angrily rushed forward, pushed away several members of the team who were in excitement, shook his sword in front of several people's eyes, pointed at the lower bodies of these villains, and shouted viciously: "These women are all gold coins!" Do you want me to find a chance to deduct your share of the money? ”

Several members of the team reluctantly looked at the girl who was still in fear, and then at the saber in Gurlit's hand, no one would fight against the gold coin! Isn't it? They comforted each other, swaying their shoulders and scrambling for anything else of value.

Gurlitt breathed a sigh of relief, as opposed to other large slave trappers who came from organized companies or fleets, most of Gurlit's team consisted of unruly villains and hooligans from Batavia, as well as mixed-race Badawis (descendants of the Dutch and local Malays) who had been dismissed by the plantation owners. Gullitt relied on these villains gathered under his banner to have a certain strength in Batavia, and was quite suspicious of some businessmen and politicians.

Nina had just escaped death, and the fear in her heart had not yet dissipated, although she did not know why the invaders had the conscience to find out that she had saved herself at the hands of a few vicious villains, and she kept begging Gurlitt to spare her village. Gurlitt ignored the girl, who was eight or nine points in her beauty, and he grinned and held Nina's jaw, and said viciously in the native language: "Listen, little beauty. I know you'll think I'm a polite gentleman, bitch, but you seem to me to be no different from those shining, shiny gold coins. If you must ask my forgiveness, you must 'pray' to me in my private room with a little more effort before I sell you to those hillbillies! ”

The girl wailed in despair, a mouthful of angry phlegm and hysterical anger spat on Gurlit's face, cursing the invaders in a barrage of vernacular words. Gurlitt grabbed the girl's chin and pulled her head closer to herself, her palms bruised with the exertion. He glared mockingly at the Daya girl.

"You want to provoke me so that I can give you a beating? Don't even think about it! Bitch, I'm most interested in a stinky woman like you, I'm going to take care of you for a few days, then I'll feed you to the gang of scoundrels just now, and when everyone loses interest in you, I'll sell you to a brothel in the new colony, where you'll reflect on your rudeness to me! ”

"Baku!" Gurlitt summoned his right-hand man, "Assemble all the slaves and get all the slaves on the ship, and we will transport our booty back to Batavia before the big barbarian villages around react." He then smiled lewdly: "As for this little beauty, if she refuses to comply, I don't mind having her goods inspected in my captain's room first!" Baku and Gurlitt laughed knowingly.

A looter ran past Gurlitt with a locally made clay pot on his chest through the chaotic crowd, Gurlitt deliberately stretched out his left foot, and the team member holding the clay pot staggered forward two or three steps, and fell on a corpse, the clay pot shattered with a sound, splashing out some yellow and yellow viscous liquid, and the surrounding slave catchers immediately smelled a smell of honey, "It's honey!" Some people suddenly realized, and some people ran up to taste it. Gurlitt glared at the scoundrels, "Take anything of value if you want, and bring all the rags on board!" Our 'Andaman Horn' is a small ship, and there isn't much room for this! If any of you are willing to stay and not go back with me, then I am glad to leave you on this broken island full of barbarians, who may be very interested in your **! As for the others, as long as they are valuable things, I will bring as many as I want, and I will smash all the worthless rags. If anyone disobeys, I will throw him into the sea to feed the sharks! ”

Baku followed Gurlit's words and shouted at the group of members: "Did you hear the boss? Mondric, Geert, take your men and organize all the 'prey' to get on board, I want you to get them in twenty minutes! If I can't, I'll leave you behind!" Depp, tell your guys to put all the valuable stuff in the captain's room! Fast! Let's all move! ”

Baku and a large group of men faithfully carried out Gurlit's order, and the unfortunate man who had splashed honey all over his chest stood up dejectedly, and the honey mixed with dirt and blood was still dripping filaments to the ground, and he wiped his hands for a long time and his hands were all over his hands.

Gullitt stopped the unfortunate bastard, looked at the large lump of honey on his chest in disgust, scraped half a finger of honey with his finger in a place that looked fairly clean, and then smirked, "Waiting for me to feed you to the shark?" Idiot! Go help! Watching the unlucky guy run farther and farther, he put his finger in his mouth, closed his eyes in enjoyment, and said to himself, "Honey is a good thing!" What a waste to leave to these barbarians! He glanced into the distance, then roared, "Cassie! You pervert who can't tie your pants! Hurry up and get that bitch back for me! ”

In the distance, Gullit's assistant Baku was organizing the men to load the captives, and when he turned around, he saw a notoriously lascivious team member grabbing a rather handsome Dayan woman and assaulting him on the spot, much to the annoyance of Baku, who had just given a clear order to fight quickly, especially if he had disobeyed his own orders. Gullit pulled out a flintlock pistol and shot through the bodies of the perpetrator and the victim, "A bunch of fools! If there is any disobedience, this is the end! After saying that, he doesn't care anymore, he has more important things to do, that is, count the heads, and calculate the harvest and cost of this time, after all, this is all business.

There was no more cry of any living creature on the shore, and the village was burned down by order of Gurlit, and the flames that burned so long that they were still visible a few curles after the boat sailed out.

Nina and all the captured slaves crouched in the bilge of the Andaman Horn, the sound of walking over their heads, and they looked at each other, not knowing how to face their fate.

The Andaman Horn slowly sailed towards its destination, on the calm sea, leaving a trail of whispering sobs between the distant waves.