Yizhou Island, central, on the coast of the Mazhixun region.

A small village that is at war with the Dutch.

This village belongs to the "Potbelly Kingdom." ”

The Potbelly Kingdom is a "cross-ethnic quasi-kingdom" established by the Babula people, the Maowu people, the Bazehai people and some Hongya people, and the tribal co-owner is called the Bigbelly King. He can also be called the "King of the Day" or the "Sun King".

Although the name sounds very stylish, the potbelly king's combat power is not strong.

After all......

It's so primitive!

The Potbelly Kingdom did not have good weapons, and most of their soldiers still used sharpened sticks, or large hammers made of stones on wooden sticks.

They only had a handful of metal weapons from the Dutch, or the Han Chinese who immigrated to Yizhou, and very few!

With this level of equipment, it is of course impossible to win against the Dutch.

The Dutch didn't even bother to take action themselves, they sat in the distance behind them, laughing and watching the battlefield ahead, where a group of black slave soldiers they had captured from Africa were fighting the soldiers of the Potbelly Kingdom with cold weapons.

Although the black slaves are not very good at brains, they have extremely strong bodies, and the living environment in Africa is too harsh, so that the black people continue to strengthen their bodies in the long evolution, and the physical fitness of the black people in the world is far ahead of other races.

The body is far ahead, and the weapons are better than those of the Potbelly Kingdom.

There is really no suspense in this battle!

The armies of the Potbelly Kingdom are losing ground one after another...... If that's the military.

Seeing that the villagers were about to be defeated and killed.

Suddenly, a shout rang out from the jungle in the distance, and another group of dark-haired, dark-skinned big-bellied Kingdom villagers rushed out.

Seeing that a group of aborigines came again, the Dutch people laughed: "A guy like this who is dressed in tatters and has very primitive weapons is more or less a gift." ”

No, wait, their weapons! Wrong!

I saw an aboriginal rushing to the front, wielding a shiny steel knife in his hand, and when I saw the luster of the knife, I knew that it was a hundred refined steel.

He rushed to a black slave, roared, and slashed down.

The black slave hadn't reacted yet, and used the wooden pole spear in his hand to block it.

"Poof!"

The shaft of the spear was cut in half by the knife.

The black slave was so frightened that his soul flew away, and he had no time to dodge in his busy schedule, and the sword light swept over him, splashing blood and falling to the ground.

This is by no means an isolated case......

The blacks were horrified to find that the aborigines of Yizhou Island who had just escaped from the woods were all using very good weapons. Some people carry steel knives made of 100 steel, some people hold spears with iron spears, some carry wooden shields wrapped in iron sheets, and some even carry Japanese samurai swords.

This is a batch of high-quality weapons that can never be seen in the hands of the aborigines of Yizhou.

The aborigines joined the battle circle with these weapons, and all of a sudden, the situation on the battlefield changed!

The weapons of the black slaves are no longer dominant, and the little advantage in physical fitness is not obvious to the aborigines, after all, everyone is about the same primitive. The more primitive the race, the more ferocious the cold weapon combat.

The swords and swords flickered for a while, and the aborigines had a numerical advantage, and the black slaves of the Dutch soon couldn't stand it.

The natives of the Potbelly Kingdom, who were already on the verge of defeat, were overjoyed, and shouted in ecstasy at the new allies, "Thank you so much. ”

"You guys are so good, where did you get this knife?"

The newcomer: "It was given to us by someone across the sea with a colorful flag." ”

"Oh, the people of the Rainbow Flag? We've seen them, but we're afraid of them and haven't made contact with them. ”

They were happy, but the slaves were not.

A black slave broke an arm and ran back to the Dutch screaming, speaking in an African vernacular that he didn't understand.

There are also black slaves pointing at the high-quality weapons in the hands of the aborigines, and they scream.

The scene became chaotic.

The black slaves were defeated and forced out of the village.

The Dutch officer jumped to his feet and shouted, "Prepare the firecrackers!" The black slaves retreated! ”

Hearing these words, the black slaves were frightened and embarrassed, and hurried to lie on the ground, knowing very well that their Dutch masters did not regard them as human beings at all, and would not care about accidentally injuring them when they fired.

A group of black slaves were embarrassed and fell to the ground in a fancy way.

Then a hundred Dutchmen formed a small formation, and the sound of firecrackers rang out......

The hit rate of the smoothbore gun was not good, the bullets were scattered when they were discharged, although a hundred people fired at the same time, but there were not many bullets flying towards the front, only a dozen or so aborigines were shot and fell, and the losses were not large.

But the people of the Potbelly Kingdom had long been frightened by the fire of the Dutch, and as soon as they saw the Dutch attack, the army of the Potbelly Kingdom immediately became chaotic, crying, screaming, running blindly, jumping around, and the scene was so chaotic.

The battle that was finally turned over by relying on high-quality weapons has now been reversed.

The situation is about to collapse......

Suddenly, in the woods on the side, there was a "bang-bang" sound of fire.

The aborigines were startled, thinking that there were also Dutch people coming from the side, but they didn't expect that this time the fire gun was not aimed at them, but at the Dutch.

The Dutch musketeers, who had just lined up to fire at them, fell in the blink of an eye.

Then the figure in the woods flickered, and a one-eyed dragon jumped out, and laughed: "The big pirate demon star is here." ”

His shout, all the people in the Potbelly Kingdom couldn't understand it.

But some of the Dutch could understand Chinese, and they were taken aback: "The pirates of the Ming Dynasty are here again." ”

"Damn, it's that guy again, the guy who drove the black pirate ship."

"Shoot back!"

"Shoot back!"

The Dutch hurriedly reloaded their bullets and wanted to return fire at the Demon Star Roll group, but no matter how skillful they were, they couldn't be faster than the firecrackers in Gaojiacun, and the second shot hadn't been loaded yet.

"Bang bang bang!"

The Gaojia villager group played the second round again.

The Dutch musketeers fell several more in the blink of an eye.

"Holy shit."

The Dutch officer roared at the black slaves: "What are you waiting for? Rush me into the woods. ”

The black slaves were stunned, and they were not very smart, but they really rushed towards the woods.

The Dutch officer immediately said to the white soldiers beside him, "Run, let's go back to the ship." ”

Whites are backwards, blacks are forward.

Heaven backwards, hell forward.

The intersection of fates came at this moment......

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of fire in the woods rang out again, and all the black slaves who had charged valiantly fell to the ground.

And the Dutch officer, with the remnants of the white soldiers, ran so fast that he disappeared in the blink of an eye.