Chapter 310: Excellent Nanyang native traditions!

"It's! It's true!" The sturdy middle-aged man patted his thighs with his hand and spat hard into the direction of Jakarta. "No good thing is enough to be dead."

"Brother Jinshui, Brother Jinshui..." At this time, a crisp call came from the corner of the street, attracting everyone's eyes. It was a famous golden flower on Caopu Street, Xiaoxiu, the daughter of Boss Huang of the cloth shop.

"Brother Jinshui, have you seen Brother Zheng? Is he with you?" Xiaoxiu's face turned red, but she still mustered up the courage to ask a question.

Hearing this, Wu Jinshui laughed: "Ah, of course, here, your Brother Zheng is our head, but now your Brother Zheng is taking out a mission. After the mission is over, he will definitely come to find you."

"Really!" Xiaoxiu's watery eyes filled with an emotion called joy and happiness.

"Of course, there is a girl like Xiaoxiu who is waiting for him. Will he dare not come? Will he not come?" Wu Jinshui deliberately pretended to be serious and immediately caused laughter in the street. When Huang Tiancheng, who had already rushed over, heard this, turned his face and looked at his wife, who was also helpless. "It seems that this girl has not yet married, and her heart has flew over." Although she was helpless, she could not suppress the pleasure from the bottom of her heart.

"The girl is so big... that's it." Seeing his daughter picking up the broom on the roadside in anger and trying to chase and beat the tall man like Wu Jinshui, his wife pursed her lips and smiled helplessly.

"Xiaoxiu, why don't you come here quickly." Huang Tiancheng quickly called out. He was very clear about his daughter's temper. To put it nicely, he was brave and fierce. To put it nicely, he was bold and fierce.

When the pretty Xiaoxiu heard her father's scream, she couldn't help but feel embarrassed and threw the broom on the ground. She glared at Wu Jinshui, who was holding the children as shields, and then ran to his parents as a kind laugh as if flying.

"Those, those outside the street are also your accomplices. No, I mean companions." Someone pointed to the Chinese soldiers standing straight outside Caopu Street, standing in a slitting vertical line between Caopu Street and Jakarta, and asked Wu Jinshui.

"That's right, they and I are both the Liang family army. Now, everyone can rest assured that as long as we are here, the war in Jakarta will not be able to burn here, and your safety will not be a problem. First, I need to return home and rest. Please go home with peace of mind, salute!" Wu Jinshui gave a military salute to these fellow villagers, which was as standard as textbooks, and showed a white teeth, smiled at them again, then turned around casually and ran towards the street.

Looking at his back, these adults were staring blankly at the direction where he disappeared. Some people even rubbed their eyes hard and asked the people around them whether the scene just now was real and they did not dream.

"Prepare!... Second, don't take the masses' needle and thread, the masses support me and like me, third, everything will be seized and returned to the public, and try to reduce the burden on the people..." The passionate song suddenly rang out. The song composed of straightforward and simple sentences made the Chinese on Caopu Street amazed. At this moment, they had already understood that everything was not a dream, and now, those singing songs that seemed to represent their morality in behavior indicate something.

"How is it? The people inside have been comforted." Before Wu Jinshui left Caopu Street and came to his own troops, an officer with two stars on his shoulder walked up and asked Wu Jinshui in a low voice.

"Of course, I've done it, but it's really a loss to those candies. I said, Battalion Commander, how did you think of it?" Wu Jinshui smiled.

"This is not me, it was what the young master thought of. He told us that the group that is most touching is children, and the one who can see through the hearts of the people is also children. He told us that if we want to appease the people, it is best to start with the children first, so we thought of taking small things like candy." The battalion commander also smiled proudly.

"I don't know how Company Commander Zheng and the others are doing." Wu Jinshui looked at the war-torn Jakarta and asked the battalion commander beside him.

"Don't worry, they will definitely not be in trouble." The battalion commander smiled and patted Wu Jinshui's helmet: "Okay, come back to the guard and don't let those natives or Dutch people come here to cause trouble."

"Yes, sir!" Wu Jinshui saluted and rushed to his company. The battalion commander raised his head, looked at Jakarta with a fire, and shook his head. "Poor Dutch white-skinned ghost, it seems that the outcome is not much better than those of the people in Kendawangan."

"Attack! Attack!" De Kohler roared loudly, directing the elite troops coming from the north gate to launch wave after wave of assaults towards the damn natives who were burning, killing and looting in the east and south of the city.

In addition to leaving less than 500 new recruits to calm the North Gate and West Gate, Groning almost all his combat power was drawn to suppress the indigenous people who rushed into the city.

Even his Governor's Guard, except for two hundred elite guards of the Governor's Mansion, were all sent out. Under the crazy Dutch counterattack, the burning, killing, looting had lost their discipline. Well, the indigenous people who had no discipline had already stuffed their courage back into their butts and ran around the city streets in a hurry.

Apart from the hundreds of muskets provided to them by Edward, they could only fight with the wood-cut spear in their hands. These natives who could only fight with the wind and bully the weak, but could not even betray their situation gradually found that their situation was getting worse and worse.

"No, general, we must retreat. The Dutch are so crazy. In addition to the explosion that appeared at the beginning and helping us open the city gate, we can't see the reinforcements that the damn British guys said to help us." A head of the Bandan tribe with more bird feathers than the soldiers stood in his hand. He was holding a Dutch man in his hand, and he was commanding his personal soldiers with a neatly arranged victory. He suggested to the indigenous general who was standing in front of him.

"Maybe some, but we haven't arrived yet. Should we wait a little longer? Hey, you damn robber, put down the golden candlestick, that's mine, that's my general, that's the spoil of General Kasu, you Matalan's idiot, black pig!" Before the tribe finished speaking, the general rushed towards the side of the sky and earth with an angry foot, and kicked the indigenous people who had just run over from the intersection of the street and happily hugged a golden candlestick, whose face and decorations were different from those of the Wandan natives.

Then, the soldiers of the indigenous general rushed up with a roar, venting their anger for their general, and holding the spear in their hands, struggling to poke the indigenous people of Matalan who had no power to resist.

"General, general, please make a decision quickly. Almost all the warriors of my tribe are almost dead." Next to him, the tribe leader was still begging hard.

"General, general, the Dutch people rushed over, and it was less than two streets away from us." At this time, a blood-covered indigenous soldier shouted hard while running towards this side.

"Damn it, damn it! Hurry up, keep my spoils in custody. If I lose a silver coin, I will kill you." Upon hearing this news, General Bandan, who had already added weight to his spoils, was suddenly panicked and quickly issued an order to retreat. "You are you, Malinda, who will take your people and cover them. You must stop those damn Dutch people, otherwise, I will hang your head on the tallest tree in the jungle, do you know?"

"What should I do? The leader, let's stop the Dutch." The confidant of the leader's face was so pale that even his dark skin showed gray.

"This stupid black wild boar has a more vicious heart than a poisonous snake. Don't worry about it, we will retreat. The warriors of our tribe are not here to die. Let's go!" As soon as the head man said this, a large group of indigenous warriors rushed towards the city gate with a faster and more powerful momentum than the forward charge, but their figures were like a group of coyotes fleeing in a hurry.

"Okay, right?" Edward looked at his pocket watch nervously, looking at the situation at the city gate. Beside him were several companions who were nervously wiring.

"Don't worry, no problem, we can do it." At this time, a companion raised his thumbs up at Edward.

Just after they lit a lead and hurriedly evacuated the city gate for only two minutes, a large number of natives who abandoned their weapons, carried the spoils and even women on their backs were rushing towards the open city gate. The general of Wandan Kingdom was rushing to the front. Seeing that the city gate was empty, the British who volunteered to stay to guard the city gate and were waiting for British reinforcements had long disappeared. General Kasu was so angry that he cursed, but his steps were constantly running forward and he continued to work hard.

Kasu was able to run so quickly with a bag of gold weighing more than 20 kilograms and rush in front of everyone. He is indeed a general with the gloriously excellent traditional qualities of the indigenous people of South Asia, charging behind and retreating in front.
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