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Volume IV Prosperity 72 Jungle Warrior (II)

In a field 10 kilometres from Banda Aceh Simawi Harbor, on the edge of the rainforest, indigenous people still practice slash-and-burn farming, destroying part of the forest and planting crops in a hurry.

The blackened marks at the edge of the forest are telling the story of human beings asking for living space in the forest, as if continuing the war between humans and nature for hundreds of years.

However, it is now a temporary camp for the Dutch and Indian colonial forces. The arrival of this group of murderous guys seems to have made the quiet primeval forest not far away no longer peaceful.

The night is deep, there are no black magpies, the faint moonlight pours down, and there is no industrial pollution of the off-road starry sky, clean and comfortable, and every qiē is very primitive.

More than 10,000 Dutch and Indian colonial troops have all successfully landed, and after an encounter with the Acehnese, they have successfully driven the Acehnese to the small city of Samaranga, a few dozen kilometers away.

It was almost close to the city of Banda Aceh, and with one more victory, they could reclaim the city occupied by the Aceh forces.

The situation seemed to be optimistic, and after a few days of fighting, the physically and mentally exhausted Javanese soldiers sweetly entered the dream.

Perhaps in a few days they will be able to follow the Dutch ass into the city of Banda Aceh, and then face a rebellious city, and the Dutch masters will not be too concerned with these meritorious warriors.

Aceh's cassava, coffee, pepper or valuable things at home will fall into the pockets of Javanese, the fly in the ointment is that there are very few Chinese in Aceh, otherwise the harvest will be richer, especially those Chinese ladies with fine skin and tender meat will make Javanese people forget.

The front-line commander, Colonel Van Basten, was sitting in his tent at the moment, his brows were deeply locked, and the orange oil light was a little faint, which could not illuminate his depressed and sad face!

He held an old rifle in his hand, and said nothing, it was an Acehnese captured from the battlefield.

The rifling of the gun is more damaged, but it is more than enough to kill the target within two hundred meters, and in the face of the sudden appearance of a large number of such weapons on the battlefield, Van Basten has to be full of doubts.

Judging from the battles in the past few days, the level of the Aceh rebel commanders was a little stinky, and the organization of the battle was a little chaotic, but at the critical moment, those Aceh soldiers who were not afraid of death did stubbornly block several favorable attacks by the Dutch and Indian colonial forces.

Thinking of the countless Acehnese rushing over with weapons that did not belong to the Dutch-Indian colonial army, Colonel Van Basten couldn't help but feel a sudden burst in his heart.

Where did these old guns come from? On which battlefield did the traces on the old guns remain? Who had the audacity to secretly sell such a large quantity of weapons to the Acehnese?

Briton?

Van Basten immediately shook his head again, the British have such ability, but they should not do it?

After looking at it for a while, Van Basten thought that this rifle seemed to be seen somewhere.

He brought the lamp closer, and finally found an inscription on the gun, with the words "B3H3275" written after the star marking.

The word seems to be a square word, it should be from an Asian country, 7.9 Mauser bullets, plus this gun is obviously behind the rifle generation of the powers, it is obvious that the answer is about to come out-

China!

And it is also quite possible that the Hanyang Arsenal, the largest arsenal in China, except there, such guns have been eliminated all over the world.

"Hell!" Van Basten scolded, throwing the gun on the table.

"Damn the Chinese, the kingdom is so merciful to them, let them come to the Spice Islands to do business, let them have food, only occasionally charge a little payment, they greedy guys dare to smuggle weapons?

Also sold to the rebels of the kingdom? What a bold move! The sin is terrible!

The arms dealers should be hanged, all the yellow-skinned monkeys should be expelled from the kingdom's territory, and their property should be confiscated! ”

Van Basten was enraged by what he had just discovered, and he drank the liaison.

"Go! Bring this gun back to Jakarta and tell the Governor's Mansion that those yellow-skinned monkeys are restless, and the Governor must take decisive measures! Van Basten growled.

At this moment, he had almost forgotten about his current enemies, the Acehnese.

In his impression, the Chinese are timid, dirty, dirty, rude, and barbaric, and there is almost no value worth saving except for being able to work and endure hardships.

Now that these kingdom's sheep dare to bare their teeth, how can they not make Colonel Van Basten angry?

He had just been transferred from Amsterdam to the Spice Islands three months ago, and he wanted to make a big career and fight for his future.

After a while, he took a sip of his wine, slowly quieted down again, and drafted a report to report the heavy findings to Jakarta.

Hey? Since those Chinese can afford to sell weapons to the Acehnese, they themselves will not be equipped with a large number of weapons, right?

Yes, they should and can be equipped with more and more advanced weapons, as long as they wish. Will they really do it?

Van Basten's brow furrowed even deeper, feeling that things were getting more and more complicated, and he vaguely felt that the Spice Islands, the last colony of the former sea coachmen, had become more and more complicated.

Putting down his pen, Van Basten handed the uninked report to the guards and asked for it to be transmitted back to the Jakarta Governor's Palace as quickly as possible.

After discovering this, he had no intention of sleeping, walked out of the tent, and inspected the barracks.

It was late at night, and except for a few tents with a faint light, the huge camp was silent and dark. Except for the vigilant sentinels, the soldiers are sleeping peacefully, and they are replenishing their bodies and fighting for tomorrow's victory.

Although the fighting power of those black skins is criticized, Van Basten believes that under his wise command, they will fight bravely to kill the enemy and pacify the Acehnese.

Then come and clean up those restless yellow-skinned monkeys. Well, let those black-skinned monkeys fight yellow-skinned monkeys, and the Dutch people can't watch monkey shows better.

Thinking of this, Van Basten smiled slightly, looked back at the Lang Lang starry sky, and was in a happy mood, as if he had seen a scene of great achievements.

Unbeknownst to him, the moment he returned to his tent, a group of dark figures appeared in the forest not far away, and they quickly jumped out of the woods, swept across the field, and approached the unaware military camp from behind like ghosts.

Behind the barracks was a dense primeval forest, not to mention the army, the hunters in the forest could not get through, and the Dutch would never have imagined that a group of Grim Reapers would appear behind them through the vast primeval forest.

They hastily sent a sentry, but there was no secret sentry, and in the afternoon the nightingale and the leopard had already reconnoitred everything about the place.

"It's enough for the Dutch to drink a pot this time!" Dai Chuanxin looked at the defenseless military camp and smiled slightly, at this moment he had a thick camouflage on his body that almost melted into this hazy night, so that Javanese sentry couldn't detect a sneer of death under his nose.

In the dark night, several dark shadows were wriggling, like a gust of wind blowing through the field, and the dense weeds swayed slightly obediently.

The Javanese sentry shuddered suddenly, feeling something behind him, and he reflexively turned his head, only to see a pair of wolf-like eyes!

And a flash of white that cracked in the darkness, flickering softly, almost seeping into the pupils of the Javanese sentry.

It's so neat, it looks like a row of teeth?

The Javanese soldier had a sudden thought in his head. Well, I think that's the last thought.

Almost at the same time, he felt a chill on his neck, as if he had been scraped by something, uh, as if something was ejecting from his body.

He instinctively wanted to scream, but his mouth was tightly covered by a pair of large hands, which were so strong that they lifted him up, so that he could not borrow his strength, and a stubby leg hung limply after a few kicks in the air.

The black dog carefully lowered the dead sentry and leaned against the sentry.

This qiē was only done in a matter of breaths, and the Dutch did not yet know that they had just lost a lovely sentinel, let alone that death was knocking on the door.

In the silent night, from time to time there is a crisp chirping of crickets, which adds a bit of coolness and makes people fall asleep.

The Delta detachment silently crossed the guard post and headed straight for the tent where the faint light came out, where the senior Dutch commander lived. The lowly natives could not live with the Dutch officers, they lived in another defensive area, but there were also people to take care of them.

Burst!

There was a slight jolt, as if something had fallen to the ground, and if some Dutch officer who was in a dream went out to look, he found that the two guards at his door had been killed by someone, one left and one right, and were now lying on the ground.

Dai Chuanxin opened the tent, dodged in, and cautiously paced to the bed of the dazed Dutch officer.

In the faint light, he covered the Dutch officer's mouth and thrust his other hand downward.

With a flash of cold light, the sharp dagger plunged into the enemy's chest, and then twisted it hard, crushing the enemy's heart.

After being attacked, the sleeping Dutch officer was powerless to resist and died in his sleep. His eyes rolled instinctively, but his pupils had long since dilated, dull and dull.

Dai Chuanxin had no nostalgia, took out a dexterous flashlight from his back, and checked the official documents on the desktop. After finding a few important papers, he smiled slightly, stuffed them into his pocket, and quietly went out.

One in and one out, less than ten seconds before and after. At the same time, the two team members who remained at the door also dragged in the bodies of the guards at the door.

Dai Chuanxin pointed ahead and led the team members to the next target.

This scene played out in the tents of several Dutchmen at the same time, and while the Dutch were defenseless, a group of Grim Reaper suddenly descended on their bedside and stabbed them to death in their dreams with daggers, almost without much effort.

The night, quietly, a whirlwind of darkness blew through the camp of the Dutch officers, and a faint blood emanated from the air.

The Dutch officers, who were still asleep, perhaps felt uncomfortable, their red rosacea noses twitched slightly, and they rolled over and went back to sleep, and finally fell asleep forever, for they had either had their throats cut or their hearts pierced.

The night was getting deeper, and the strong smell of blood in the air was getting stronger and stronger.

Colonel Van Basten seemed to feel his heart tighten in his confusion, and a chill swept through his body, and he opened his eyes suddenly, and saw a scene that made him creepy.

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