"Leave a living mouth, leave a living mouth." Ren Siqi shouted angrily in the back, the dogs ran fast one by one, Ren Siqi couldn't help behind with a musket, he could only watch the enemies being cut down to the ground one by one, if there was no hostage in hand, how could he resist the Dutch cannons?

Under Ren Siqi's shouting, the murderous nature of this group of people was reined in, and they no longer directly hacked the enemy in front of them, but forced them to squat on the ground with a knife.

The Javanese put their weapons on the deck in order to carry things, and they had no way to resist and had to be captured.

The only resistance came from the two remaining Dutchmen, Sergeant Shabila and another Dutchman, Maude.

When the sound of fighting outside sounded, the two Dutchmen were desperately loading the eagle into their pockets, and when they heard the sound outside, the two of them thought that the Javanese servants were fighting for the eagle.

"Pigs!" Shabila smirked and drew the bayonet sword he had at his waist and walked towards the hatch, deciding to teach the pesky Javanese a lesson, at least by stabbing them in a hole.

As soon as he stepped out of the hatch, Shahira was surprised to see a group of fierce Orientals emerging out of nowhere, slashing and killing his Javanese servants.

Shabila trembled and carried his long bayonet sword, but he did not know what to do, the number of Easterners rushing towards him was too many, and the Javanese under his command were dead or surrendered, and few were resisting.

"There's a Dutchman here!" Chen Sheng rushed towards Shabila excitedly with a long knife, remembering that Ren Siqi said that he would keep the Dutch as a hostage, and did not cut directly with the knife, staring at the Dutch in front of him up and down with big eyes.

The Dutchman in front of him was a head taller than Chen Sheng, and he was also very strong, but Chen Sheng was not afraid, because he found that the Dutchman's legs were trembling.

"If you don't fight, surrender if you don't fight!" Chen Sheng said impatiently to Shabila, and when he saw that Shabila did not respond, he said it again in Spanish, and he could still speak a few words in Spanish in a few years in Luzon.

Unfortunately, Shabila could neither understand or speak Spanish, but was trembling there with a knife.

Maude, another Dutchman, came out of another cabin, and unlike Shabila, he had a musket in his hand. But looking at the more than 20 enemies in front of him, he didn't dare to let go of his musket, because one shot could only kill one enemy, but the rest of the people could not give him a chance to reload his bullets.

"Don't come here, I'll shoot!" Maud shouted in Dutch, but unfortunately no one could understand it.

But looking at the muzzle of Maude's black hole, the people on Ren Siqi's side didn't dare to move. Most of these people were from Luzon and had been fighting with the Spaniards for more than a year, so they naturally knew the power of muskets.

Mao 18 carried a long katana and slowly walked over the crowd to Maude.

"You stand back, don't come here!" Maude's voice trembled and cried, the muzzle of the arquebus was aimed at Mao Eighteen's chest, and the index finger of his left hand was tightly pressed on the trigger, but he couldn't make up his mind to pull it.

Mao 18 slowly stretched out his hands and let go of his fingers, the katana fell from his hand and fell to the ground, and Maude's eyes couldn't help but glance at the falling katana. At this moment, Mao Eighteen leaned back, and his right foot kicked out like lightning, and it was kicking on the barrel of Maude's musket.

Maude, who looked nervous, subconsciously pulled the trigger, and with a "bang" projectile hit the wooden board of the cabin roof, and the musket was kicked out of Maude's hand by Mao Eighteen.

Jin Yufei excitedly grabbed forward, punched Maude in the lower abdomen, bent Maude down, and then grabbed Maude's shoulders with both hands, lifted his knees and pressed heavily on Maude's stomach, and when he let go of his hand, Maude could only lie on his body and lie on the ground moaning in pain.

With a "bell", the bayonet sword in Shabila's hand fell to the ground, "Don't hit me, don't hit me." Shabila pleaded with her hands raised.

"Bear-like!" Chen Sheng took a "puff" on the ground, he really couldn't afford to beat people up against such a Xiongbao opponent.

"There should still be enemies on deck, so be careful that they put their guns when you go out." Ren Siqi said.

"We have hostages in our hands, what are we afraid of." Mao 18 lifted Maude on the ground and pushed him up the wooden ladder.

There were four Javanese servants on deck, who had just come up from the cabin carrying the silver chest.

Hearing the sound of fighting in the cabin, the four of them looked at each other, and somehow they rushed to the entrance of the cabin to look down, but unfortunately they couldn't see anything because of the angle.

Hearing the screams of the accomplices below, several of them must have had an accident below, but they didn't have the courage to rush down to take a look, so they had to stand on the deck trembling with weapons in hand.

Among the four was Anthony, who was holding a knife and looking around with his eyes in his bones, looking for a way to escape. Anthony, who has lived in a robber's den for a long time and has been bullied, is his first instinct to save his life.

When Shabila's pleas for mercy came from below, everyone knew that the situation was dire.

"What should I do?" Osiri, a native of Java, whispered, "Shall we run away?" ”

"No, where are we going to run? Three white men are dead here, and the Dutch on the Shark will take our lives. Another Dutchman disagreed.

"Otherwise, let's just stay here, we have guns in our hands, they can only come up from this hatch, and we will kill one when they come up, as long as we can wait for reinforcements from the Shark to come, then we will have made a great achievement." The third Javanese made his own proposal.

"Great idea!" The other two Javanese agreed with his suggestion, which was the best option for them.

So three Javanese stood in front of the exit of the cabin with a musket, and the muzzle of the black hole pointed at the exit.

Anthony stood beside three Javanese with a rusty scimitar, and as the lowest man on the Shark, he was not even qualified to carry an arquebus.

Clutching the hilt of the scimitar tightly, Anthony's face shifted. If he can survive until the reinforcements of the Shark arrive, he will naturally be safe, and surviving is Anthony's greatest wish.

Finally, a human head emerged from the hatch, and with a "bang", Tony, a Javanese man, subconsciously pulled the trigger due to nervousness, and the gunpowder ignited in the closed body of the gun, and the gas produced in an instant pushed the projectile out of the muzzle at high speed, crossed a distance of about ten meters, and hit the exposed person's head.

With a "pop", the projectile was fired in the forehead, and a hole was drilled in the forehead and shot into the head. This shot was surprisingly accurate!

"Bastard, that's a Dutch master!" Osiri, a Javanese, screamed angrily.