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Chapter 1475 Witchcraft and Cannon

More than a dozen Matalan men with mud paint on their bodies came to the front of the two sides, dancing strange dances in front of everyone, including a wizard with a grass crown ringing a bell, chanting words.

Huang Degong watched the strange performances of the enemy wizards, and frowned a few thick lines: "What are they doing? Exorcism?"

The officers at the bottom level also fell into a brief confusion: "Corps commander, I heard that they believe in gods from the Ottoman Empire, but isn't this kind of witchcraft a primitive belief?"

A few low-ranking officers had a flash of inspiration: "Maybe one of their tribes or villages still retains primitive beliefs, and they want to lower our morale through this method."

In fact, he really guessed right. Agon Sultan, the "King of Java" who was defeated in the Battle of Batavia, was extremely afraid of this group of Chinese troops from the north of the sea, and tried his best to increase his chances of winning.Some elders proposed to him to use the witchcraft of some primitive tribes in eastern Java to weaken the opponent's morale.

When Huang Degong saw that the Matalan people tried to use witchcraft to destroy their morale, he couldn't help but sneered: "It's really ridiculous, this kind of thing is really useful, and it can be used by our professional soldiers?"

While Wizard Matalan was performing comically, Huang Degong's soldiers set up the battle line, with Japanese warriors who were good at hand-to-hand combat in the middle, with musketeers on both wings, each deploying a machine gun and a light field cannon.

They only have 2000 people, while the Mataram Kingdom army on the opposite side has 50000 people!
However, neither the musketeers of the No.12 Corps nor the Dongying warriors holding Japanese long swords showed any fear in the face of these natives.

The No.12 Corps did not know how many indigenous armies of this size had been suppressed, and defeated them time and time again, forming absolute confidence.

Most of the samurai and ronin recruited from Japan have experienced the baptism of war, and usually fight fiercely. In their eyes, these natives are just sheep that can be bullied, and they can get a lot of spoils from the Matalan people.

Miyamoto Musashi, who used to be a Japanese swordsman, was already one of the musketeers at this time. He abandoned the samurai sword he used and used a numbered Dreiser rifle instead.In his opinion, being an ordinary musketeer of the empire is more honorable than a samurai, because it was the musketeers from the empire who easily and cruelly destroyed the confidence of the samurai near Osaka.

Compared with other young soldiers on the front line, he is already an old man, but he has witnessed the complete transformation from cold weapons to hot weapons in this era, and he has no regrets in this life.

"Look, what's their wizard doing?"

The soldiers on the front saw an unbelievable scene-the wizards of the Matalan Kingdom asked them to bring several large wooden barrels, and splashed dirt with wooden spoons!

"That's enough..."

Huang Degong saw such a scene through the binoculars, and couldn't help but feel that the other party was simply messing around. Is this to make the battlefield stink?
"Fire cannons to demonstrate against them, and blow their spirit!"

Although I don't know if the opponent's stupid behavior on the battlefield really has any effect, Huang Degong doesn't want the opponent to continue such funny and stupid behavior after setting up the battle line.

"Load the shells!" The artillery crews on the two wings saw the waving flags of the Chinese army, and the gunner personally issued the order.

The artillery crew skillfully loaded ammunition, while the gunner determined the shooting angle and wind direction.

"fire!"

boom! !The sound of two cannons sounded one after another, and a large wooden barrel on the opposite side was directly exploded, splashing the wizards all over with filth!
Another cannonball didn't hit the wizard and the big wooden barrel, but fell on the ground beside it, making a dent. The cannonball with its remaining power rebounded and jumped up on the ground, killing a horse-fighting blue warrior on the opposite side. !

Frightened by the sound and power of the artillery, the wizards who pretended to be ghosts fled back to their own lines in a panic, leaving behind the stinking big wooden barrels in front of the battle!
"No...doesn't it work..." Sitting on the throne made of diamonds and gold, Mata Lansudan couldn't help but feel even more desperate when he saw the wizards fleeing in fear of the artillery.

As the "King of Java" who led the Matalan people to conquer almost the entire Java Island, Agon Sultan had exchanges with businessmen and sailors of the Ottoman Empire. He was not so primitive and ignorant.However, in the face of an overpowering enemy, there was a little luck in his heart, and he hoped that the witchcraft in the primitive tribe would be of some use in blocking the enemy.

However, when the cannon was fired, these clumsy tricks were exposed at once, making Agong Sultan even more desperate.

In front of the cannon, all ghosts and snakes are vulnerable!
"Advance the battle line by half a mile!"

When the Matalan army was overwhelmed by the power of the artillery, Huang Degong ordered the front to move forward!

The battalions and formations were ordered, and the musketeers marched forward slowly and neatly with their muskets in their hands. The artillery and machine gun crews also pushed the artillery and machine guns weighing several hundred kilograms to a further forward area.

The cannons and machine guns they brought were all lighter models, and the iron wheels and platforms weighed less than 1000 kilograms. It seemed that the heavy ones over 1000 kilograms were more powerful, but they were not practical in expeditions.

The expeditionary force advanced step by step, causing enormous psychological pressure on the Matalan army!

Firstly, they lack medium and long-range weapons. The range of their bows and arrows is not as far as the artillery, machine guns and Dreiser rifles used by the opponent. Secondly, they are behind the royal city, and they have no way to retreat!

30 meters, 50 meters, 80 meters, 100 meters...

The expeditionary force marched forward step by step, making the Matalan warriors frightened!

Almost all Matalan people were sweating profusely. They held the spears, bows and arrows, and muskets in their hands.They themselves doubt whether they can compete with advanced civilizations capable of producing artillery.They were severely taught by the opponent during the siege of Batavia.

The elephant soldiers entrusted by them with important tasks are also ineffective in front of muskets and artillery, and witchcraft is also shattered by cannons, so they can only deal with the offensive from advanced civilizations with rather backward weapons.The two sides have not yet formally confronted each other, and they have already seen hell.

"The elephant soldiers are in the middle army, the infantry follow the elephant soldiers to attack, and the cavalry turn around the opponent's flanks!" Agong Sultan drew out the gleaming golden saber from his waist, knowing that he could not let the opponent get closer, otherwise his army would enter The opponent's range.

As for stepping back to avoid the edge? Once the 50000-strong army retreats, it will be a landslide-like retreat, and there is no luck.

"Lord, bless us to defeat the evil enemy in front of us." Agong Sultan could only pray before starting the battle.

(End of this chapter)