The gate that had given them hope disappeared in an instant, and even the towering tower above the gate was pressed crookedly against the completely collapsed gate, and the natives could only watch as the exit to the jungle they knew was slowly closed by the huge stones before their eyes.

"Those damned liars, they pigs, Allah Allah will definitely punish them heretics." General Kasu scolded as he carried the package full of gold, staring at the obstacle that needed to be transformed into a monkey to escape into the jungle.

Behind him were about three or four thousand Wanten warriors, and at this moment, these Banten warriors who had even changed their weapons into silver frames or fine porcelain in their hands were also panicked and nervous.

Among the three or four thousand Banten warriors, except for less than four hundred who still carried the muskets sent by the British, there were probably only three or five hundred people who still carried machetes or spears in their hands.

General Kasu looked at his subordinates, and he wanted to pick up the whip and whip these subordinates who had actually exchanged their weapons for gold and silver treasures, but the shouts of the Dutch in the distance behind him were still gunshots, reminding him that the Dutch were reluctantly chasing after him.

"Run! Run east! Kasu didn't even have time to curse the damned men, and he didn't even have time to think about the damned pagan Britons why they did this, he just tried to run a little faster and escape from the city through the other gate, the one held by the soldiers of the kingdom of Mataram.

At this moment, Kasu raised his degree again, and even the hard mud under his feet was stepped out of shallow pits one by one, and the bird feathers on his head were even blown back. Kasu even felt that if he tilted his head back a little longer, the nose hair in his nose would even be blown away from the nasal mucosa and burrow into his lungs with the wind.

Speeding up, speeding up again, as a general, General Kasu felt like a purebred hyena who was light and agile, hungry to the extreme, deftly stepping over all obstacles, overtaking all his companions, and running to a stinky piece of flesh and bones not far away.

Unfortunately, the hapless native general could not have imagined that at this moment, the indigenous warriors of the kingdom of Mataram were also rushing south with the same idea, and the Dutch, who were heavily armed and had been aroused by the tragic situation of the Dutch civilians in the east and south cities, took up their weapons one after another, and surrounded them in this direction together with the Dutch army soldiers who had rushed to reinforce them...... －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－

It's just that the indigenous warriors of the Mataram Kingdom hate the Banten natives of the same skin color and language as them, because, just a few minutes ago, when the native general of the Mataram Kingdom arrived at the city gate, he saw that more than a dozen British who were guarding the gate for him had fallen in a pool of blood, and of course, the city gate had been blown up in advance.

An Englishman wounded man who looked like he would die at any moment intermittently told the native general of the Mataram Kingdom that it was the Banten natives who had done it, and that the Banten generals had sent people to blow up the gates of the city in order to block the warriors of Mataram in the city and let them fight for their lives with the Dutch, but the Banten natives took this opportunity to slip away, and maybe they were about to run to the capital of the Mataram Kingdom to continue the unfinished plan of burning and looting tonight.

Before Mataram's general could inquire about any more news, the British iron man who had struggled to tell him the news finally died, and before he died, he held General Mataran's hand tightly, and pointed to the east with his other hand tremblingly.

General Mataram's tiger eyes were full of tears, and he was so moved that this international friend was really a friend of his grandmother, and even if he was dying, he still had to show himself the way to escape.

"Those Banten pigs must have escaped, no wonder we can't resist the attack of those damn Dutch pigs, it turns out that those greedy guys who are afraid of death have betrayed us." One of the clan chiefs angrily brandished the short musket in his hand, and although the spear had been shot and there were no bullets in it, the indigenous leader felt that it was indeed much more powerful to hold it than his own machete.

"Those guys, I knew those Banten pigs couldn't be trusted." Throwing away the corpse of the British friend who had just felt extraordinarily amiable, Mataram's general raised the musket with gilt on the handle in his hand and said loudly: "Warriors of Mataram, follow me, we will kill him!" ”

Just after this large group of natives disappeared into the distance like a tide, the British corpses that had been allies of the Mataram Kingdom jumped up dexterously, and then quickly wiped the blood on their faces, dexterously and quickly, like the most authentic foxhounds in England, rushed to a dyed cloth shop next to it, squeaked, the shop opened a thin slit, and after taking these guys who played the corpses in, they closed the door again, but in a minute, countless guns and knives, The blood-red Dutchmen were like a bunch of madmen who had been beaten with chicken blood, and let out a senseless roar from their mouths, chasing them in the direction of the indigenous movements.

"Alright, God forbid, I've finally done all the work, but I don't know how Edward and their side are doing? I don't know if those guys have completed the task assigned by the young master. Corpse A picked up a cigarette, took a pleasant puff, and asked Corpse B, who was busy wiping the blood from his face.

"It should be able to completely, think about Young Master Liang's means of cleaning up people, Edward, it's strange if they dare not work hard, maybe, they will have already blown up the east gate, just wait to see these damn Dutch and those idiot natives kill each other." The corpse next to him laughed, the blood on his face matched with his twisted and weird smile, like a demon crawling out of hell.

At this time, the warriors of Mataram, under the wise leadership of their general, directly attached to the city wall and "killed" towards the south gate, except for scaring away a few deranged wild dogs and mad cats, there were hardly any enemies, well, just almost, because at the base of the wall between the east and south cities, two natives with a good understanding of the heart led their warriors met here.

"How are they?!" The excellent middle-distance runner, who rushed to the front of the line, General Banten, walked too fast, and walked across the street with a heavy package, almost crashing headlong into the Mataram warriors who were running madly in front of him.

"It's him! Kasu's pig who deserves Allah's punishment! At first glance, Mataram's general flashed out of the famous Java middle-distance runner, his gilded musket pointed at the damned, deceitful and shameless General Banten.

This time, he was no longer stingy and pulled the beautiful trigger, General Kasu's running body was like suddenly hitting a strong wall, and the body that rushed forward almost instantly retreated, he looked at the bloody eyes that came out of his chest in disbelief, and then, his eyes fell on the package in his hand, his hand no longer had the strength to hold this heavy package, the gold products inside were scattered, and the dazzling flowers also brightened the eyes and nerves of the Mataram warriors who rushed over.

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"Mine, it's all mine, you idiots are not allowed to rob it!" Mataram's general, still complacent about his marksmanship, suddenly found his soldiers rushing forward with great courage and snatching the fine and luxurious gold objects, and could not help but roar in anger.

At this time, the guards of General Kasu who rushed over from the opposite side saw that their master had died at the hands of the general of the damned feud Mataram Kingdom, and they were furious, and more importantly, these Mataram pigs blocked their way from Jakarta. So they bravely raised their spears, swords, muskets, and even the treasures they had taken, and howled at the Mataram pigs who dared to stand in their way.

"Kill them!" General Mataram also waved his weapon angrily, these damned Banten pigs, they must have taken refuge with the Dutch, ambushed here, trying to give Mataram's warriors a surprise attack.

But how could the warriors of Mataram be so easy to defeat in order to survive? As a result, both sides exploded in character, the small universe exploded, the population was superimposed, the anger value was max, and the combat effectiveness was increased by 250 percentage points.

At this time, at the moment when these two groups of brave indigenous warriors were boiling with blood and a sea of corpses, almost all the remnants of the natives who were trapped in the southern and eastern districts and were still busy looting were turned into corpses, and those natives who saw more and more Dutch people and immediately raised their weapons to express their peace sincerity did not escape the bullets and knives of the angry Dutch.

Gradually, the warriors of the two native kingdoms who were fighting under the corners of the city walls gradually felt that something was wrong, because the sound of gunfire and killing around them had become more and more intense, and almost everywhere there were the angry roars of the Dutch and the wails of the warriors of their own kingdoms.

"Boom me, bombard!" The muscles in his face twisted and twisted with pain and anger De Kohler roared loudly, even kicking his men's buttocks with his feet to make them reload the gunpowder faster.

The tragic condition of his beloved wife and daughter, naked and covered in blood, and even the organs of their bodies being cut off by the aborigines who had no surname to the point of heinous denomination, had brought these lieutenant colonels to the brink of collapse, and his only hope now was to make the Javanese natives who had done such a terrible and inferior death pay the price of blood.

"I'm going to send them all to hell for my wife and my daughter!" De Koller's roar called out to the hearts of all Dutchmen.

"Ah, it seems that you Dutch have finally tasted the pain of being slaughtered and looted, and it is a great pity." Snorting a cigar beautifully, under the escort of the heavily armed special battalion, Liang Pengfei, who had already stood on the dock, sniffed the strong smell of blood in the air, a little intoxicated, and a little happily smiled at the old Van Persie, the staff of the Dutch governor who had been by his side. His face, hidden in smoke, was hideous and blood-devouring with pleasure.

(To be continued)