In the large courtyard of Temasek Station, there is a prison made of hardwood poles and a straw roof.

Some of the natives lying inside, they also heard the explosions and the sound of fire outside, and they all got up from their straw mats, and saw those terrible people running around outside, all of them still smiling, and they couldn't understand what they were shouting.

The natives held the hardwood poles in both hands and tried to put their faces up and look left and right, hoping to see more, but not more.

Who would dare to attack them? Don't be one of your own people!

The natives talked a lot, and they watched the people run out of the compound, and no matter how much they looked, they couldn't see any more.

"You're going to have a new partner!" A man with a firearm shouted to them as they huddled around the hardwood poles.

I couldn't understand what he was hearing, but judging by his smile, the natives knew he had bad intentions.

In a bay on the north-west side of Temasek Island, the sun has fully risen.

In the Straits of Johor, waves crash sadly against the shore.

Hundreds of natives were now gathered together, and the lean natives said something sadly, and each of them looked sad, and every one of them was listless.

They have robbed this sea route countless times and have been hit, but they have never been so helpless.

They have too many firearms, they fight too far and too fast, and they have so many weird things that they can all kill people.

A sad bone flute blows, and sad tones flutter around.

O gods of all things, do you no longer protect us?

The young native sat on a stone in a daze.

The lean native walked over and said, "My son, are you afraid?!" ”

The young native turned his face, and there were tears on his young face, and he said, "Yes, father, I am so afraid, never so afraid. ”

His father rubbed his curls affectionately and said:

"My father once told me that whoever is more ruthless and stronger in this jungle will have a good life!

They are stronger than us now, but there are few of them, we will always have a chance, what are we afraid of? No matter how strong the black bears are, their numbers are small, sooner or later they will be our prey! ”

The young native said, "I don't understand, why don't we exchange with them?" I have seen the Aritarians exchange pheasants for salt and cloth, and sharp knives, and even the wild fruits that are found everywhere in the jungle to exchange good things for them. ”

His father had anger on his face, crouched down, looked up at his son, and said, "Exchange? My father once said that the god of the tree gave us all kinds of fruits, the god of beasts gave us all kinds of prey, and the god of the sea and the god of the river gave us all kinds of fish and shrimp.

But, my son, do they need us to exchange? Originally, those Ming people who passed by this sea, why did they have so many good things? white, white cloud-like porcelain; Colorful, sunset-like silk ......"

His father raised his arm, showing his muscles that were thicker than usual, and said, "As long as we have strength, as long as we have knives in our hands, we don't need to exchange, then, we get too little, we can secretly take them, if we have more people, we can use knives to rob them, that's how our gods tell us, don't believe it, you go back and ask Ah Wu, she is the one in our clan who can talk to all gods-"

The young native said quickly, "But we will lose our valiant warriors!" ”

His father stood up, sighed, and said, "My son, you have really disappointed me, valiant warriors dare not die, and they can still be called valiant warriors?" Are we going to die?

Ah, I just didn't expect them to be so powerful—almost hurt you and me.

Remember, my son, that every qiē here is ours, and the gods of all things have said, and whoever comes here will submit to us, and their things will be ours, and if they dare to look at us, they will gouge out their eyes, and if they dare to say that we are right or wrong, they will cut off their tongues, and if they resist, they will stick their heads on the stakes in our yard!

My son, only in this way will they be afraid of you, and you will become a qualified great patriarch!

Of course, you have to give your loot to the warriors fairly, they are your dependence.

You have to remember that you will always be a distributor, and you will also have to give something to the people who take advantage of it, so that they are happy for what you get, and no one is not happy about what you got for nothing, and they will support you very much.

And one day, if any of them dares to oppose you, you can let others get their things for nothing, and you can rest assured that no one will speak for them, because we have robbed them of everything—"

After saying that, he looked at his son sadly, and said: "However, I don't have as many heads as my father, and you don't think there will be as many as me, I don't understand why I have become like this, this time I will go back, I will sacrifice to the gods of all things, and think about the place where our ancestors lived, I hope we are not cursed!" ”

The sad tune still fluttered throughout the Northwest Bay, but it was clearly sunny at this time.

The natives are ready to return to their place of origin, and they can come again.

But they may not be able to go back.

Dozens of pairs of eyes counted their numbers in the jungle. These people are all painted with green paint on their faces and wearing camouflage clothes, of course, they are the second squad led by Stationmaster Liu Bandit.

They were whispering.

"It should be less than five hundred."

"They're all qualified laborers."

"They're about to leave the Northwest Bay right now, and if they miss a hit, they run away, typical of a rogue scenario."

"Let's do it."

Stationmaster Liu Bandit put down the monoculars and whispered, "Let them go halfway, then their hearts will be unstable, and they will lack the heart to resist——"

He took out the big pocket watch in his arms and said, "The first team may not be able to make it here, they may be able to block them in the Straits of Johor." Damn it, if only we had an organic sailboat! ”

The Straits of Johor is a waterway in the northern part of Temasek.

Located between Temasek Island and Peninsular Malaysia, it is 50 kilometers long and about 4 kilometers wide.

The natives were dejected and boarded one after another in the canoes, which could carry up to six people at a time.

It's an opportunity, and the stationmaster of Liu Bandit Wang gave an order at this time, and he said in a low but powerful voice: "Check the weapon!" Drop bombs at 40 meters, three in a row! Team cover, no order, no charge! ”

They bent down and quietly approached the natives in order.

The camouflage uniforms on their bodies, the green oil on their faces and hands, the green oil on their 1649 rifles, if they don't move, they really merge with the jungle.

They approached a distance of forty meters from the natives, preparing to pitch hands and grenades, and in ten seconds, they had to throw three bombs in a row, and everyone must spread out in the direction of the first wave of strikes.

The natives didn't know anything about it, but the lean natives were inexplicably a little uneasy.

He shouted at the natives of several tribes who were acting together, "@#¥&^%*——&^%$!"

The natives lazily picked up speed, and one after another the canoe was pushed to the surface of the sea.

Bombing!

More than 30 people rose up and threw wooden handles and grenades at the natives!

Smoke-emitting hands and grenades smashed into the crowd of natives, some rolling, some spinning on the ground.

“@#￥%￥#！”

The natives were suddenly in chaos, they were not afraid of wooden handles and grenades, they were afraid of those people!

The natives were just about to run around, "boom", "boom", "boom", the wooden handle and grenades exploded one by one, the green fire, the huge sound, the shrapnel that was chirping everywhere, and the countless blood flowers that burst out, it was really bullying!

Stationmaster Liu Bandit Wang shouted: "Shoot on the spot, prepare for white-knuckle battle!" ”

The team stood up and started shooting.

Stationmaster Liu Bandit Wang judged very correctly at the beginning, no matter what, there are many of them, if after a period of turmoil, they are reorganized, on the one hand, they attack with bows and arrows from afar, on the other hand, they come from close to the angle, and attack them in waves, this is really not easy to do, after all, they have few people.

Of course, Stationmaster Liu Bandit Wang considered it according to his position if he was an opponent, and there was nothing wrong with this way of thinking.

So, they shoot in a group, and each time they can drop a certain number of bullets together, which is a good way.

However, he was wrong, damn it, the natives did not fight according to his routine, they fled in all directions, most of them jumped into the sea, and they would rather swim farther away than fight them.

Those opponents who are particularly vicious when they are in a group against others, once dispersed, they are dregs.

Well, Stationmaster Liu Bandit Wang also had to change his tactics.

"Get on the bayonet! Work in a group of three in a coordinated pursuit! Don't fight in the sea, try to rush to the sea as much as possible! ”

You don't know how many times you've practiced this kind of tactical play, but you're very proficient.

The natives were beaten to death like rabbits on the beach, on the grass.

Most of them jumped into the sea, and a small part fled into the jungle.

The able-bodied native, leading his son and a few others into the jungle, through the thick grass, painfully watched their people fall to the ground one by one at the sound of the fire, and those who were stabbed to death by them when they resisted, their bayonets were too sharp......

The gunshots are becoming less and less, the targets on the beach are gone, and the living ones are on their knees and do not move.

Stationmaster Liu Bandit Wang pouted, took out a large pocket watch, looked at it, and in seventeen minutes, more than 200 indigenous cigarettes were gone.

Damn, this isn't necessarily.

He glanced up at the tropical jungle that swayed in the sea breeze, and perhaps there were natives in it.

But is it worth going in now?

He squinted his eyes and repeatedly weighed the gains and losses, he knew that one of his orders would determine the casualties of the players, he had seen Captain Wu Hualong kicked many times, and he had heard everyone laugh at the kind of play of Dingyuan Hou, but what was he going to do?

He pulled out his cigarette, lit a match, and took a long puff, still squinting at the tropical jungle.

He made his choice.

Wait for a detachment to come, and never take the risk of not being able to see the opponent, unless there are many people, and you are completely sure.

PS: Thank you for the support of old friends yezhongye, Fat Horse 123, and Gu Jianshan, and thank you to the friends who helped this book survive in various ways.

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