Chapter 17: Counting Each Other

The Dutch Supreme Commander Krylle Byrne, who is now staying in the Old Port, almost made the most correct choice and decision since he joined the army when faced with a mess.

On the one hand, he exudes the illusion that the Dutch are already incomparably weak, through brokers with ties to the Han Chinese. On the one hand, when the old port at the foot of the mountain was no longer able to defend, he decisively abandoned the port and returned all the people to the stronghold of the painted corner. After sending his wife and children to the only merchant ship in the Painted Corner stronghold, he had no scruples at all.

In the face of the menacing attack of the locals, he handed the fuse and fire sickle of the explosives buried in the stronghold to the wounded Dutchmen who remained in the stone house of the stronghold.

The wounded soldiers' waists were almost immobile, and the only thing the doctors could do was cut off their already wounded thighs and then the red-hot iron stopped the bleeding from their wounds.

After Kyrol Byrne sent them to the basement, he carefully handed them the buried fuse.

"These five must be lit at the same time. Because every time we don't know that this son of a will burn to the end. Be of good cheer, we will go and avenge you!" Byrne patted the wounded soldiers on the shoulder.

is different from what Cao Bianjiao and Dai Ran imagined at the first time, and Kairuol Byrne's goal is actually very clear.

He didn't just want revenge, he wanted to retake the entire city of Foothill in this failed environment.

Count Stan's faction was already the weakest link in the board of directors of the East India Company, and if they lost their old port again. Their faction can start thinking about being kicked out now.

However, this is almost an impossible task on your own.

Mercenaries and indigenous mercenaries have basically run out. He had less than seven hundred musketeers and ten furlong cannons left. Without the indigenous mercenaries, they now had to drag their Furlong cannons through the rainforest on their own.

The daily rainstorm made the whole red clay muddy. Franco's cannon was heavy, and he had repeatedly fallen into a mud puddle. Seeing that the ancestral house where the Han people gathered was in front of him, the two Furlong cannons fell into it again.

Byrne didn't talk nonsense, took off his bright red military uniform and went directly under the gun rack. Then, he walked to the front of the gun carriage, picked up a tow rope and put it on his naked upper body, and began to pull the cart vigorously.

As soon as the Dutch soldiers, who were already exhausted, saw this scene, they immediately threw their fatigue and dissatisfaction out of the clouds. The whole team began to wriggle in the rainforest again.

Finally, in the early hours of the morning, the whole team came to the front of the ancestral house of the Han Fumen.

It seems that the people of Fumen had little experience in military service, and in the forest in front of the wall, there were only three or four sentinels with bonfires. They sat around the campfire and drank wine without any fear, looking less like sentry and more like they were cooking.

Byrne let his team grab a drink and rest. Crossing the rainforest is a lot of effort for everyone.

But he took the guards of the Old Port Governor's Palace, holding a telescope to the edge of the forest.

"In another hour to attack, three o'clock in the morning is the sleepiest time for everyone. You must be quick when the time comes. At the same time, tell everyone that the people inside cannot be killed at will, and that we will exchange these women and children for the old port."

This was Byrne's plan, and he was ready to take more than 2,000 women and children in Fumen as his hostages, and use their lives to negotiate with the Han Chinese.

At this time, what Dafang Jin didn't know was that he was actually in Fran Bunker. Peng Hongji, the elder of the second room, had actually fallen into a bitter battle at three o'clock in the morning. Byrne had already given the Fort to the local natives, and it was filled with their favorite glass beads and salt.

When Peng Hongji pounced on him with his young man, they were greeted not by muskets, but by poisonous arrows at strange angles. No one rushed down from the bunker, and the natives scattered into groups of hunters. The Orions hid in the gaps in the walls that had been left for the Musketeers. As soon as the people in the second room of Fumen stood up, a long one with black feathers

The arrows whistled in the wind, then pierced through their brains, and fell straight off the wall.

At this time, the natives did not have the time or the idea to light the wolf smoke of the bonfire that Kim Quanquan hoped to appear.

At this time, Jin Quanquan, who was standing behind the selection rock, was not willing to wait any longer. In his experience, don't even think about it during the day.

"Rush!"

The big house disciples with red ribbons tied to their foreheads raised their spears and, with the help of the muskets of a few cronies, began to charge towards the stronghold of the painted corner.

"Bang...... Boom...... Bang bang bang ......"

"Oops!" One of the children who ran in front fell directly to the ground, clutching his bleeding thigh and screaming.

"Who! Who shot it?"

Kim Quanquan roared at the musketeers beside him.

"No one has seen it yet, you fired your mother's gun! Si Yihai, is this what Lao Tzu spent 10,000 taels of silver to build a musket team?"

The one named Si Yihai didn't dare to speak back, so he could only slap the little soldier beside him in the face.

"What have you done? What have you done?"

"There's someone there." The soldier covered his face and shouted innocently.

Even with such a big movement, the corner stronghold was still dark, and there was not the slightest reaction.

"Shut up the fuck! Si Yihai, *** for Lao Tzu to rush forward. Hiding behind Lao Tzu, do you think Lao Tzu can still give you a gun for a foreign devil?"

"All rush up to Lao Tzu, the first one to rush in, this year's New Year's dividend tripled!"

Jin Quanquan has never fought, and he is not worried about others coming to this matter. In the end, I can only remember the old saying that money can make ghosts grind.

Sure enough, stimulated by money, a team of thousands of people began to rush up. It didn't matter if they were carrying knives or spears, and in the end even those with muskets ran to the front.

When I ran to the open grass in front of the main entrance of the base of the painting corner, there was no one in me.

When I broke open the door of the base of the painting corner, there was no one else.

Oh? It turns out that the Dutch were scared to death by themselves?

The whole team began to cheer. After the cheers, everyone began to grab the credit.

A group of people rushed madly towards the white bungalow directly across from the gate.

"Third child, you dare to make yin."

"Fuck off, fuck off."

"Oops. Fuck who pushes Lao Tzu."

Soon, countless people rushed to the gate of the western-style building, and the originally open door was crowded because of their own crowding, and the whole team was crowded in front of the door.

Right next to the western-style building, two Dutchmen touched each other with wine jugs.

"I miss my hometown."

"Wait, let's see this group of monkeys go in, we're not in a hurry."

They had been hiding behind the stone wall of the lawn basement, ready to be searched by the soldiers who rushed in. But what they didn't expect was that these people rushed straight to their main building, and they didn't look at the surrounding environment.

"How do you think we're going to lose to these guys?" One of them licked his lips and said unwillingly.

"These people are not armies, they are just robbers who take advantage of the opportunity to rob."

At this time, Jin Quanquan already had doubts, but he couldn't even find his master. It seems that their own team has rushed in, but where are the Dutch?

Bursts of cheers erupted in the western-style building.

Jin Quanquan saw a second fool rushing to the balcony on the second floor with a large glass mirror, and jumped directly from the balcony in the pull of the people behind him.

Then he sat down among the roses, holding the mirror that had been broken into pieces, and wept bitterly.

Jin Quanquan wanted to find his master, but he couldn't find it. Even the dozen or so guards who had settled around him were gone.

He began to feel more and more uneasy.

Those who grabbed clothes, those who grabbed glass bottles, those who grabbed portraits, those who grabbed boxes, and even

Someone rushed out happily with a makeup case.

Countless people rushed in, and countless people rushed out.

"It's better to leave this kind of war to the fourth room. Am I going to reconsider?"

Jin Quanquan stood under the huge banyan tree in front of the western-style building.

"What does it smell like?"

He saw a flash of light, with a foul smell, and quickly burned towards the western-style building.

"I'd like to see this thing somewhere."

This was Kim Jeon-jeon's last thought before he flew up.