There is a rubber plantation in the outskirts of Batavia where Javanese rubber workers are hired to take care of the rubber trees, and Japanese warriors are hired to protect the forest from the surrounding tribes to prevent malicious damage to the rubber plantation.

These rubbers carry the future of local industry. The second industrial revolution has a large demand for natural rubber. Tires, conveyor belts, gloves, weather air balloons, etc. all require a large amount of natural rubber as raw materials.

Although investors in these rubber plantations may not know what the government encourages the planting of rubber trees and huge sums of money to acquire natural rubber, as long as it is profitable to plant rubber trees, they will flock to it.

Japanese warriors who were fooled from the Japanese province inexplicably became forest rangers of the Nanyang Plantation. They have worked diligently as protectors of the rubber plantation for commissions in the past two or three years, expelling several groups of natives who tried to enter this rubber plantation.

After all, Japanese warriors are forest rangers who are loved by the rubber plantation employers here. They are more professional than the indigenous people in Nanyang, fierce and willing to use force, and some people can barely recognize a few Chinese characters.

Miyamoto Musashi, who was in his early fifties, stayed in the rubber plantation outside Batavia after coming to Nanyang. He originally wanted to become a regular musketeer in the empire with his military achievements, but the rubber plantation has been calm in the past two years.

The two most powerful indigenous kingdoms on Java Island - the Banten Kingdom in the west of Java and the Madalan Kingdom in the central and eastern regions, succumbed to the pressure of the officials of the Nanyang Province and did not dare to take any action.

The provincial government office of the Nanyang Province is located in Batavia, which has several government offices including Batavia, Malacca, Medan, Brunei, Manila, etc. In addition to some police officers who maintain public order, there are also the 12th Corps responsible for assisting defense.

Among them, Batavia has an infantry battalion defended its troops, and several fortresses built by the Netherlands.

In such a calm environment, Miyamoto Musashi never found a chance to make contributions.

"In addition to the irritating rainy season and the ubiquitous snakes, insects, rats and ants, we can still survive."

"There is also a chance to drink here every other month. We are afraid that drinking will make mistakes, so we can't buy alcohol with our own money."

"When can I save enough money to return to Osaka? I miss the cherry blossoms in my hometown."

A dozen Japanese warriors set up bonfires at night, gathered together to chat.

They have been in Nanyang for a long time, and their rebelliousness as warriors has been worn down a lot and have become the thugs of the owner of the Nanyang plantation. The thugs and professional soldiers are far from each other.

Miyamoto Musashi held a musket in his arms, looked at the swaying bonfire, and felt his eyelids weighed down and took a nap in a trance.

"Hey, Miyamoto, I heard that when you were young, you met swordsmen from various sects. You competed more than 60 times and never failed. Why don't you let us see your swordsmanship!" An Japanese warrior suddenly shifted the topic to Miyamoto Musashi, who was famous among the young and famous among the crowd.

Miyamoto Musashi was awakened and realized that he was dozing off just now. He smiled helplessly: "I am old and useless. I don't know how many years I have to live."

"What was the process of the duel between you and Kojiro Sasaki back then? Some people say that Kojiro Sasaki was over 60 years old at that time, and you were in your thirties at that time, and you deliberately set the duel time at noon. You came late during the duel and wanted to consume his physical strength." A Japanese warrior asked.

"That's been more than twenty years..." Miyamoto Musashi seemed to be trying to recall what happened before.

"Well!" A Japanese warrior let out a painful cry, his chest was penetrated by an arrow, and his eyes gradually lost their spirit.

"Enemy attack!"

Miyamoto Musashi and several samurai who had been to the battlefield immediately grabbed the weapons around them, dragged their companions who were caught in the arrow and hid in the fortress they set up in the rubber plantation.

During the two years when there was no war, these Japanese warriors liked to build forts for defense, just like them on Honshu Island. They built a fortress with civil engineering on a higher part of the rubber garden.

But no one would have thought that the fortress would work at this time!

At this time, there were more than twenty Javanese residents who were caring for rubber trees in the fortress. They were awakened by the movements of the warriors. When they knew there were enemies in the dark jungle, all Javanese residents looked panic.

"The horse beats the blue man, it must be the horse beats the blue man again!" the Javanese shouted.

"The horse beats the blue man? Is it the most powerful kingdom in central Java?" Miyamoto Musashi and other samurai were able to basically understand their words when spending time with these Javanese residents.

"They besieged Batavia for two consecutive years ten years ago and wanted to drive away the Netherlands there. This time, maybe they made a comeback!" said the Javanese inhabitants in a trembling tone. "They have a lot of people and carry very little food. When there is not enough food, they will go to the nearby tribes to loot and search for food in the jungle!"

Miyamoto Musashi and the samurai looked at each other and saw each other's uneasiness. There were only a dozen Japanese samurai and twenty Javanese residents here. Can they defend this fortress under the offensive of the horse-dreading blue men, which rumored that the local natives were afraid of?

"I don't know if the forest is their main force. We must find a way to inform Batavia!" Miyamoto Musashi looked into the forest through the gap in the fortress, and saw that there was silence in the rubber forest without any fire.

Only the bonfire that the warriors had been born before was still burning with crackling sounds.

For the soldiers of the Mada Blue Kingdom who live in the heart of the tropical rainforest, they seem to be like hunters silently in the jungle, making it impossible for Miyamoto Musashi and others to distinguish the number of each other.

"It's not necessarily the soldiers of the horse fighting against the Blue Kingdom, or it may be members of the tribes nearby... In any case, we need to send someone to ride a horse to Batavia for help!" said Miyamoto Musashi.

"There is no moonlight tonight, so it is impossible to ride a horse!"

"Then tomorrow it will be dark, so we choose one person to ride a horse to break through Batavia, and the rest will guard it. If their main force enters the rubber plantation, then so many of us will go out with only one horse but it will be a dead end!"

More than a dozen warriors quickly finalized the plan.

Just as the people in the fortress used sandbags to block the gate in the fortress, a rain of arrows fell in the rubber forest, covering the fortress.

"Fortunately, we are usually careful. If we don't have this fortress, we will not be able to escape tonight." Miyamoto Musashi and others hid in the fortress, and they could hear the sound of bows and arrows inserted into the soil outside the fortress.
Chapter completed!