"The! How deserved! The stout middle-aged man slapped his thigh with his hand and spat hard in the direction of Jakarta. None of the good things are dead. ”

"Brother Jinshui, Brother Jinshui......" At this time, there was a crisp call from the corner of the street, which attracted everyone's attention.

"Brother Jinshui, have you seen Brother Zheng, is he with you?" Xiaoxiu's face turned red, but she still mustered up the courage to ask the question.

Hearing this, Wu Jinshui laughed: "Yes, of course, your Brother Zheng is our head, but now that your Brother Zheng is on a mission, after the mission is over, he will definitely come to you." ”

"Really?!" Xiaoxiu's watery eyes overflowed with an emotion called joy and happiness.

"Of course, there is a beautiful girl like Xiaoxiu waiting for him, does he dare not come? Will he not come? Wu Jinshui deliberately put on a serious face. Immediately provoked laughter all over the street. And Huang Tiancheng, who had already rushed over, heard this, turned his face and looked at his wife, who also looked helpless. "It seems that this girl hasn't married yet, and her heart has already flown over." Although the words were helpless, they couldn't suppress the joy from the heart.

"The girl is big...... That's it. Seeing that her daughter picked up the broom on the side of the road in anger and wanted to chase after a tall man like Wu Jinshui, his wife pursed her lips and smiled helplessly.

"Xiaoxiu, don't come over yet." Huang Tiancheng hurriedly opened his mouth and shouted, he knew his daughter's temper very clearly, if it sounded good, it was daring, and if it was not good, it was spicy and fierce.

The pretty Xiaoxiu heard her father's cry, and couldn't help but stick out her tongue a little embarrassed, and quickly threw the broom on the ground, and glared at Wu Jinshui who was holding the children as a shield with a pair of apricot eyes. Only then did he fly to his father and mother in the good-natured laughter of everyone.

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"Those who are out of the street, are also your accomplices? No, I mean companions? Someone pointed to the Chinese soldiers who were standing straight outside Caopu Street, between Caopu Street and Najakarta, forming a cut longitudinal line, and asked Wu Jinshui.

"That's right, they and I are both Liang Jiajun, now, you can rest assured, as long as we are here, the war in Jakarta will not be able to burn here, and your safety will not have any problems. First of all, I also need to return to the team, please go home and rest in peace, salute! Wu Jinshui put his legs together, and after saluting these fathers and villagers with a standard military salute like a textbook, he showed a mouthful of snow-white teeth, smiled at them again, and then turned around in a dashing manner and ran towards the street.

Looking at his back, these adults were stunned to look at the direction in which he disappeared, and some even rubbed their eyes vigorously, asking the people around them if the scene just now was real, and they were not dreaming.

"Get ready! …… Second, I don't take a stitch from the masses, the masses support and like me, and third, all seizures must be returned to the public, and efforts should be made to lighten the burden of the people......" The passionate song suddenly sounded, and the song composed of that kind of straightforward and simple sentences amazed the Chinese people on the grass shop street, at this moment, they already understood that everything was not a dream, and now, those singing this song that seemed to represent the morality of their behavior portended something.

"How? The people inside have been pacified? Wu Jinshui left the grass shop street and came to the front of his troop ranks, when an officer with two horizontal stars on his shoulders stepped forward and asked Wu Jinshui in a low voice.

"Of course, it's done, but it's really a loss of those candies, I said battalion commander, how did you come up with it?" Wu Jinshui said with a smile.

"This is not me, it was the young master who thought of it, he told us that the easiest group to impress is children, and the most able to see people's hearts is also children, telling us that if we want to appease the people, it is best to start with children first, so we thought of taking candy and other small things." The battalion commander also smirked.

"I don't know what happened to Company Commander Zheng." Wu Jinshui looked at the war-torn Jakarta and asked the battalion commander beside him.

"Don't worry, they'll be fine." The battalion commander smiled and patted Wu Jinshui's steel helmet: "Okay, return to the battle and be on guard, don't let those natives or Dutch come here to make trouble." ”

"Yes, sir!" After Wu Jinshui saluted, he ran to his company. The battalion commander raised his head, looked at Jakarta on fire, and shook his head. "Poor Dutch white-skinned devils, it seems that they will not end much better than those in Kendawangan."

"Attack! Offensive! De Kohler roared loudly, commanding the elite troops from the north gate to launch wave after wave of assaults on the damned natives who were burning and looting in the east and south of the city.

With the exception of less than 500 recruits left to calm the North and West Gates, Groening threw almost all of his combat power into suppressing the natives who stormed the city.

Even his governor's guard, with the exception of two hundred elite guards left behind to guard the governor's palace, were all sent out, and under the frenzied counterattack of the Dutch, those who burned and looted, had lost their discipline, well, the natives who had no discipline in the first place had regained their courage and scurried through the streets of the city.

Except for the hundreds of muskets that Edward had given them, they could only fight with the kind of spears made of wood in their hands, and these could only fight with the wind, oppressing the weak, and the natives who couldn't do anything gradually found themselves in a worse and worse situation.

"No, General, we must retreat, those Dutch are crazy. Aside from the explosion that came at the beginning and the help of opening the gates, we didn't see any reinforcements from the damn Brits to help us. A leader of the Banten tribe, with more bird feathers on his head than the soldiers, stood at the head of a Dutchman in his hand, commanding his own soldiers with some triumph, and suggested to the native general, who was arranging his victories neatly.

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"Perhaps, but it hasn't arrived yet, shall we wait a little longer, hey, you damned bandit, put down that golden candlestick, that's mine, that's the spoils of my General Kasu, you Mataran idiot, black pig!" Before the tribe could finish speaking, the general rushed to the side in a rage, and kicked to the ground a native who had just come from the corner of the street, happily holding a golden candlestick of great weight, whose face and body were different from those of the Banten natives.

Then, the native general's own soldiers immediately rushed forward with a strange scream, angry for their general, and took the spears in their hands and poked hard at the native of Mataram, who was no longer able to resist.

"General, general, make up your mind, almost all the warriors of my tribe are dying." Beside him, the tribal leader was still pleading.

"General, General, those Dutchmen are rushing over, and they are less than two blocks away from us." At this time, a bloodied native soldier ran wildly in this direction, shouting with effort.

"Damn, damn it! Quick, keep my loot, if there's one silver coin missing, I'll take your life." "Hearing this news, General Banten, who had originally added a lot of money for his loot, suddenly panicked a little and hurriedly gave the order to retreat." You, yes, it's you, Marinda, with you, cover, you have to stop the damned Dutchman, or I'll hang your head on the highest tree in the jungle, you know? ”

"What to do? Chief, it's up to us to stop the Dutch? The face of the chief's henchman was so pale that even his dark skin revealed gray.

"This stupid black boar has a heart that is more vicious than a poisonous snake. Leave him alone, we will also retreat, the warriors of our tribe are not here to die. Walk! As soon as the leader said this, a large group of native warriors, with a faster and more fierce momentum than the forward charge, rushed towards the city gate, but their figures were like a pack of coyotes fleeing in a hurry.

"Okay, no?" Edward looked nervously at his pocket watch, looking at the city gate, and beside him, several companions were nervously wiring.

"Don't worry, no problem, we can flash." At this time, one of his companions gave Edward a thumbs up.

Just as they had clicked a fuse and hurriedly evacuated the city gate, a large number of natives who had abandoned their weapons and carried booty and even women on their shoulders were rushing towards the open gate, and at the forefront was the general of the Banten Kingdom, who saw that the gate was empty, and the British who had volunteered to stay and guard the gate and wait for British reinforcements had long since disappeared. General Kasu was so angry that he cursed, but he continued to run forward with all his might.

Kasu was able to carry a bag of gold weighing more than 20 catties to run so fast and rush in front of everyone, and he really deserved to be a general with the glorious excellent traditional qualities of the indigenous people of South Asia, charging behind and retreating in front.

However, when they were less than 100 meters away from the city gate, a violent explosion caused the city tower that had just been intact to begin to tilt, and then the solid city gate made of bluestone began to collapse.

(To be continued)