The wind blows from the South Sea

Chapter 27 The feeling of conquest (Please collect, please vote, and recommend.)
  The noble residence of the Yusuf family is a typical Javanese-style building complex. In the center of the building complex is a rather grand circular main building supported by a stone colonnade.

The roof is Borobudur-style like a bamboo hat, surrounded by various square and round houses, as well as many pavilions, hidden among the mountains, rivers and trees, paying more attention to the beauty of nature.

This kind of dome-shaped building often appears in ancient Javanese temples and Borobudur. It is also loved by the local fallen princes and nobles, and has become a distinctive Southeast Asian island style for building manor houses.

Judging from the gray-black round rock roof, this ancient mansion has a history of at least 400 years and has experienced countless vicissitudes of life.

On this day, we ushered in a bloody baptism.

As usual, the Nanyang Company's armed guards guarded the loaded mules and horses in the middle. On the left and right were a row of sword and shield soldiers walking forward, and soon approached the gate of the manor.

There is a clear river surrounding the entrance of the Yusuf family manor, and an ancient stone bridge is erected over the river.

Dozens of indigenous warriors armed with swords guard the stone bridge, which is completely invisible on weekdays.

Obviously, the Yusuf family was not unprepared, but had greatly strengthened their defense and vigilance.

But facing the aggressive Nanyang Company armed escort, these indigenous warriors were obviously a little confused. They didn't know what was going on.

There was no clear explanation from above, but they were asked to guard the stone bridge strictly.

The leading warrior leader quickly calmed down, led a few people away from the stone bridge and came up to him, shouting loudly;
  "Stop, don't go any further. You are going the wrong way. This is the territory of the distinguished Yusuf family, not a sacred place for you to set foot on. Bastard... leave now."

Hu Huhu, who was commanding the sword and shield soldiers at the front, had a bloodthirsty smile on his face. He pretended not to understand and spoke perfunctorily in Chinese while leading his men to approach quickly.

By the time the indigenous leader noticed something was wrong, he yelled angrily and wanted to draw out his sword. The sword and shield wielders around him had already swarmed up, slashing their swords together, and chopped them all to the ground in the blink of an eye.

This incident
  This caused the indigenous warriors who were still watching on the stone bridge to scream in surprise. Wu Laohu had already led more than a hundred sword and shield men to rush over, raising his swords and slashing and killing.

The indigenous warriors were caught off guard, how could they withstand it.

The equipment of the indigenous warriors was very simple. They wore bamboo hats and carried cold weapons such as swords and guns, but they were not equipped with shields and had no experience in using shields.

Facing the swarming sword and shield soldiers, a group of 5 people marched in with shields and struck with swords. It was a one-sided slaughter scene, with the winner decided in just a few minutes.

Most of the dozens of indigenous warriors were killed and injured, and the remaining ones dropped their weapons and rolled and crawled back, shouting desperately "The enemy is coming" as they fled.

"Come on, run forward and slaughter this place for me." Feng Guohui showed his ruthless side at this moment, waving his hand and leading the team behind to press forward.

In addition to a few scattered groups of sword and shield soldiers, the main force he led was composed of musketeers and archers, and was accompanied by more than fifty sword and shield soldiers, totaling more than a hundred people. They rushed in through the main gate without stopping.

For a time, a bloody storm enveloped this ancient Borobudur-style manor. Aboriginal men and women could be seen running for their lives like headless flies everywhere. It was already a chaos.

Irwandi Yusuf had just had breakfast in the main house. Last night, he entertained more than a dozen indigenous tribe chiefs for a banquet, singing and dancing until late, so he got up late in the morning.

This time, he planned to attack the Nanyang Company. He planned to summon 2,500 to 600 people. The remaining part would require these indigenous tribes to send troops to swallow up this large caravan of mules and horses.

The reason for this
  It was not just Huang Zonghan who secretly instigated it, but also provided money, effort, and arms, and needed to act as promised.

In addition, there are Nanyang companies that openly sell goods and operate transportation business on their own territory, coming and going freely as if there is no one around.

The weak and small and medium-sized indigenous tribes may know that they cannot afford to offend, so they will endure it as soon as they bite their teeth. This is the way of survival for the weak.

This is according to Irwandi-Yusuf;
  That is contempt for the majesty of the Yusuf family and stealing your own money, which will never be tolerated.

Death is the best destination for these pagans. Everything will eventually return to dust, dust to dust, and dedicated to the great Allah.

The planned time to start is these two days. After originally planning to host a sumptuous lunch today, the chiefs of the surrounding indigenous tribes will return one after another.

Then they led their indigenous warriors to join forces with the Yusuf family to completely kill this rampant Chinese mules and horses caravan...

Finally, there is another reason that cannot be explained to outsiders.

That was the huge wealth carried by the Nanyang Company's mules and horses, which made Irwandi Yusuf red-eyed. Wouldn't it be a pleasure to eat this piece of fat in your mouth?

Who would have thought that the enemy would take the lead in taking action.

Irwandi Yusuf staggered and rushed to the door of the main house with others. Standing in the colonnade, looking at the tragic scene of killings in front of him, he felt like blood spurted out.

It's so rampant, how dare they?
  Irwandi Yusuf watched his butler being kicked over by the sword-and-shielder who was chasing him, and then killed him with knives. He could no longer suppress the rage in his heart.

He shouted loudly: "Captain of the guard, bring me some people to resist. Sound the horn and sound the alarm bell. Quickly summon my family warriors to fight these madmen."

"Yes, my lord."

More than 200 indigenous warriors rushed out of the main house and surrounding houses one after another, and some tribal chiefs joined them and faced them with swords and guns.

Immediately, the melodious and loud sound of the horn came from the main house, and the alarm bell rang again and again. This was a signal to summon the tribal warriors, highlighting the critical situation at this moment.

Those lowly tribal warriors do not all live in the luxurious mansions of the Yusuf family, but are scattered in the surrounding streets and villages.

On weekdays, they work at sunrise and rest at sunset. They are just ordinary farmers working hard, no different from other people.

Only during major events such as tribal wars or sacrifices, they would gather together and go to the main house one by one to receive swords and weapons, and transform themselves into tribal warriors.

The Yusuf tribe under his control has a population of just over 15, including more than 45 males aged to , and more than strong tribal warriors. It is the largest indigenous tribe in and around Yanwang City. This is Irwandi Yusuf's greatest reliance on commanding the surrounding indigenous tribes, so when the alarm bell rang, the melodious voice spread in all directions.

The faces of many indigenous men working in the farmland suddenly changed. Those walking on the road, leading their cattle to the fields, and the indigenous men who ran out of the mud houses in surprise gathered together without knowing why, and then hurried towards the Yusuf family mansion. Directions converge...

In this traditional manor

"Bah bang bang..." After a burst of intensive gunfire, the musketeers turned around in an orderly manner and came to the back row and began to reload bullets.

"Pa, bang, bang..." After another burst of intensive gunfire, the indigenous warriors who rushed up fell down like wheat.

Feng Guohui waved his hand coldly again and ordered; "Archers fire volley, fire, fire again, fire again, fire again..."

After enduring two rounds of musket fire at a distance of fifty or sixty yards, these indigenous warriors were once again subjected to five consecutive rounds of fire by 20 archers, resulting in extremely heavy casualties.

Under the heavy firepower, less than half of the more than 200 family warriors had already laid down. The screams of pain echoed through the sky, and the path of the attack was littered with corpses.

The cruel reality gave them a blow, and the remaining people had a look of fear on their faces, and their steps became hesitant.

At this moment

A dark and strong chief stood up, waved the machete in his hand and shouted, "Come on! Kill these Chinese and you will be rewarded heavily."

Irwandi Yusuf also reacted in horror from the heavy casualties suffered by his men, and knew that the morale could not be dissipated at this time, and if it dissipated, it would be completely over.

He then shouted: "Kill a Chinese thief and you will be rewarded with 20 silver coins, no...30 silver coins. The alarm bell has sounded and reinforcements will be here soon."

Stimulated by the money, the remaining hundreds of indigenous warriors also went crazy. They screamed for their lives, screamed and killed them with red eyes.

Feng Guohui waited until they were close to a distance of about 30 yards, then calmly waved his hand and ordered all the musketeers to fire.

Only a burst of gunfire like exploding beans was heard, and the charging indigenous warriors felt as if they were being hit by an invisible giant palm in the air.

Blood splattered everywhere, and a large piece fell down in an instant.

But the blows still did not stop. Feng Guohui waved, and the archers immediately stepped forward, opened their bows and arrows again and fired a volley, one round, two rounds, three rounds...

The bows and arrows, which were as dense as locusts, were extremely lethal within a short distance of twenty or thirty yards, and their accuracy was also quite high.

After three rounds of bows and arrows were fired, there were only twenty or thirty people in the aboriginal house that could still stand in front of them, and each of them looked extremely frightened.

Feng Guohui gave an order with a sneer on his lips; "Listen to my order, the sword and shield men will come forward to clear out the remaining enemies. Be sure to kill them all."

The team of swordsmen and shieldmen, who had been holding shields to cover the musketeers and archers, immediately rushed towards the indigenous warriors and started a one-sided massacre in groups of five.

The smallest combat unit of a sword and shield bearer is a team, with an experienced veteran in the middle and two newcomers on each side, holding shields to cover their movements and fight in formation.

The so-called formation combat means that five sword and shield players are always close together. This is true for dealing with one enemy, and the same is true for dealing with 5 enemies.

Advance and retreat together, and never leave your position without permission unless you fall down.

This is a very simple and effective military formation. Faced with the mindless and ruthless indigenous warriors fighting on their own, this small shield formation is very efficient in harvesting lives.

The indigenous warriors always faced a shield wall, with swords slashing from above and stabs from below. No matter how brave they were, they could not withstand a few blows.

The remaining enemies in front of Feng Guohui were quickly cleared away. He led his men to stride towards the stairs of the main house. Irwandi Yusuf, who was standing on top, had a pale face at the moment. He took a few steps back in panic and fell to the ground.

He shouted in fear as he climbed; "No, no, no... you can't kill me. I am an official member appointed by the Governor's Palace. I am the chief of the Yusuf tribe, a distinguished noble..."

Feng Guohui walked forward with a knife and looked coldly at Irwandi Yusuf, who was extremely frightened. He smelled a foul smell at the end of his nose, and the guy actually peed in fear.

He stamped the knife down unceremoniously and cursed loudly, "Stop the Street, are you an official member, right? A chief, right? A noble, right? You should try to call another one."

With a few knives, the man was chopped to death.

Scarlet blood splashed on Feng Guohui's face. He straightened up with a happy expression and gave instructions to the guys around him;

"Now there are no large groups of enemies here. You should spread out in teams and kill all the men in this manor. I don't want any prisoners.

But remember to keep the woman. After the victory, brothers, you should vent well and know how to do things, right? "

"I understand, boss, I'm going to take the brothers to do something."

"Go on, go on, don't burn the house down, this is all my property, give me some snacks."

"Hahaha... Got it, boss."

The guys around him all burst into laughter, and then scattered away with swords and guns, continuing to chase and annihilate the remaining enemies.

Feng Guohui stood on the steps between the colonnades. There was a strong smell of blood and gunpowder smoke in his mouth and nose. The sounds of killing and screams came from everywhere in his ears. He took a greedy deep breath.

This feeling of conquest is so damn exciting!

(End of this chapter)