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Sumatra guards the strait and can be called an important place in the South China Sea.
Since Zheng He¡¯s first voyage to the West, this has been the focus of his attention, so much so that he used Shi Jinqing to control the strait.
The rainforest here is dense and the sky is so blue that people think the world should be blue.
The rolling green mountains are dotted with lakes and rivers. The river continues until it flows into the sea and returns to deep blue.
Boom!
The waves hit the rocks violently, flying beads and splashing jade.
There was not one wave, but three consecutive waves, one after another hitting the coast.
More than three hundred people stood on the beach, listening to the sound of waves hitting the rocks, quietly.
Most of this group of people were shirtless, and the leading man was wearing a Mingren robe. He looked at the dense forest in the distance and gritted his teeth and said: "Does that fishing boy only dare to hide in the dense forest?"
The man sneered and said: "I killed that old fisherman. The young fisherman was as timid as a mouse, but he actually dared to rebel. Someone was instigating or accomplices! Go kill them all and set off!"
A group of people rushed into the dense forest aggressively. Their goal was the top of the mountain, where the old fisherman, or the son of the old king of Sumatra, was on top.
And the man leading here is naturally the son of the former king who killed the old fisherman and was almost killed by the Ming army. In the end, Fang Xing deliberately let him go for some purpose and let him take over the throne of the king.
Back then, the old fisherman avenged his father, and then his mother kept her promise. From then on, there was a fisherman here.
As an abandoned prince, the man naturally refused to give up, so he looked for an opportunity to kill the old fisherman, and then obtained Ming's permission to take over.
But although the old fisherman is gone, his son is still there.
The two sides fought for a long time. In the end, the old fisherman's son, the former prince, was defeated and fled to the mountains, preparing to recharge his batteries and start all over again.
But the current leader of the country wants to eradicate it, so today he gathered the most elite warriors in the country, preparing to kill this enemy in one fell swoop and unify Sumatra.
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The dense forest is rich in vegetation, including pine trees, ebony, camphor trees, sandalwood trees the birds chirping on the trees are crisp and sweet.
Occasionally, a red-haired orangutan suddenly appeared above, roared at the intruders, and then quickly disappeared.
More than 300 people walked up with murderous intent, and even the most ferocious Sumatran tiger could only avoid it.
When we reached the halfway point of the mountain, a scream suddenly came from the front. The king waved his hand and said proudly: "He can't bear it anymore, he can't bear it anymore! Kill him! Whoever kills him will be rewarded heavily!"
The big reward here is not only wealth, but also food for women, so these short but nimble sergeants rushed forward carrying simple long knives.
The king put his hands behind his hands and walked up slowly, as leisurely as climbing a mountain. He even stared for a moment at a tapir rarely seen in the mountains.
The tapir was startled by these people. Its nose stretched and contracted. Then it looked at the king for a moment, then turned around and ran down the mountain.
It will return to the water, then hide in the water and stick out its nose to breathe.
The king smiled. He would reach the top of the mountain and judge the traitor.
Just over a hundred steps above him, two groups of people were fighting desperately.
?Hateful eyes, heavy breathing, sharp screams
The number of people on the mountain was smaller, less than 200, but they were using bows and arrows from a high position to torture their opponents below.
When the king stepped forward and saw this scene, he couldn't help but said angrily: "Kill them! Kill everyone who retreats!"
So a tall sergeant on the side of the country rushed forward. He held a knife in his right hand, blocked the arrows, and rushed into the enemy group very quickly.
The long swords were waved, and the archers in panic could only use their long bows to block, but it was in vain.
The archers were in chaos, and the morale of the country's leader was greatly boosted. They rushed forward one after another, and the two sides started a melee.
The king's people are all elites, but the men of the little fisherman prince are a mixed army.
In just a quarter of an hour, the little fisherman's men were defeated, cleanly.
The king has been watching with his hands behind his back, reserved and contented. Seeing this, he also drew out his long knife given by the Ming army and rushed forward.
As the leader of a small place, you must learn to use both soft and hard tactics. Of course, leading by example is the best way to establish authority and inspire.
And a battle of this scale will not happenThere was no possibility of reversal, so the king "fearlessly" rushed into the midst of the fleeing enemy troops. The sharp long knife cut through the muscles and broke the bones.
Blood was splattering, and everything in his sight was red.
An enemy slipped and fell to the ground. He struggled to get up, but a bare foot stepped on his back. Then a sergeant grabbed his hair with his left hand, pulled hard, and lifted his head up. .
ah!
The sharp pain from the friction between the joints in the back of the neck made the enemy scream, and then the sergeant who stepped on him grinned ferociously and swung his knife like he was killing a tapir.
The king stopped and panted, nodded with satisfaction when he saw this scene, and then shouted: "Kill him! Kill the fisherman!"
The sergeants cheered, but the enemy troops began to flee in panic.
The king followed closely, and he vowed to kill the little fisherman who humiliated him today with his own hands, in the most cruel way!
The defeated troops were in disarray, and most of them scattered to both sides.
As long as the little fisherman is killed, these people are not enough to rely on, and they will most likely die on the mountain in the end.
The king sneered contemptuously. When he saw an enemy in front of him on the left, he hit a big tree and fell to the ground in a panic. He couldn't help laughing, and then walked over.
He needs a head to demonstrate his martial arts, and then with the head of the little fisherman, he can even annex the newly built place in the old port after Akito weakens.
Thinking of the brand new port and the castle, the king kicked the enemy who was hit with stars in his eyes, and then glanced in the direction of the old port.
Then he swung the knife!
The enemy on the ground shook his head. Everything he saw in his sight was blurry, but he still saw the light reflected by the long knife.
He desperately reached out and scratched on the ground, and accidentally touched an arrow, so he held it in his hand. As the long knife fell, he stabbed it from bottom to top with all his strength.
The long knife fell, and the arrow pierced smoothly from the lower part of the king's head.
"ah¡¡"
There was only one scream, and it came from the mouth of the king.
Those sergeants who were chasing the defeated enemy turned around and took a look, and they would never forget this scene again.
The king stood there, with a separated corpse at his feet. It was as if something was born in his lower part. As he knelt down, with a pop, the arrow penetrated into his abdomen.
When people stare, some of them look very cute, such as girls. But the glare before death has no sense of beauty at all, but makes people feel frightened.
The king¡¯s subordinates stared blankly at this scene. They couldn¡¯t believe that the king would die in the hands of a stupid fool who bumped into a tree.
Seeing that no one was pursuing them, the fleeing enemy troops also looked back, and then began to be filled with ecstasy.
At this moment, someone shouted: "The traitor is dead!"
Yes, both sides regard the other as a traitor. Now that the king is dead, who is the traitor?
"Kill!"
Morale was suddenly reversed, and the enemy began to counterattack.
The little fisherman prince who was waiting for death on the top of the mountain also saw this scene. He was dumbfounded and looked strange, and then he could no longer control his ecstasy.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
With the laughter on the top of the mountain, the king's subordinates began to fight back, condescendingly driving down their demoralized opponents.
The little fisherman slowly walked down the mountain and walked in front of the king. He stretched out his hand to touch his wide eyes and couldn't help but look up to the sky and roar.
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