A dozen horses with mud-colored horses came to the formations of both sides and danced strange dances in front of everyone, including a wizard with grass crowns rattled bells and muttered words.

Huang Degong watched the strange performance of the enemy wizards and frowned several thick lines: "What are they doing? Exorcist evil spirits?"

The officers at the bottom were also in a brief confusion: "Captain of the Corps, I heard that they believed in gods from the Ottoman Empire, but isn't this witchcraft primitive faith?"

Some low-level officers flashed their inspiration: "Maybe they still retain their original beliefs and want to reduce our morale through this method."

In fact, he really guessed it right. Agon Sudan, 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 the probability of his victory. Some elders suggested to him that they used the witchcraft of some primitive tribes in the eastern part of Java to weaken the morale of the other party.

When Huang Degong saw that Ma Dalan tried to use witchcraft to hit their morale, he couldn't help but sneer: "It's so ridiculous. Is this kind of thing really useful or useful to us professional soldiers?"

While the horse beat the blue wizard was performing funnyly, Huang Degong's soldiers set up a front line, with Japanese warriors who were good at hand-to-hand combat in the middle, with musketeers on both sides, each deploying a machine gun and a light field gun.

They only have 2,000 people, while the horses on the opposite side have 50,000 troops!

However, neither the musketeers of the 12th Corps nor the Japanese warriors holding Japanese swords showed any fear in the face of these natives.

The 12th Corps has suppressed many indigenous army of this size, defeating them again and again, forming absolute confidence.

Most of the warriors and ronin recruited from Japan have experienced the baptism of war and are usually fighting fiercely. In their eyes, these natives are sheep that can be bullied. They can get a lot of spoils from the horses and fight the blue people.

Miyamoto Musashi, who was once a Japanese swordsman, was already one of the musketeers. He abandoned the samurai sword he used and used the numbered Dresse rifle. In his opinion, becoming an ordinary musketeer in the empire was much more honorable than a samurai, because the musketeer from the empire easily brutally destroyed the confidence of the samurai near Osaka.

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

"Look, what are their wizards doing?"

The soldiers on the front saw an incredible scene - this group of wizards from the Blue Kingdom brought several large wooden barrels and poured filth outside with wooden spoons!

"It's really enough..."

When Huang Degong saw this scene in the telescope, he couldn't help but feel that the other party was doing something random. Is it necessary to make the battlefield smell bad?

"Fire a gun to demonstrate to them and attack their aura!"

Although I don't know if the other party's behavior of such a stupid behavior on the battlefield is really useful, Huang Degong did not want the other party to continue such funny and stupid behavior after setting up the front line.

"Reload the shells!" The artillery teams on both wings saw the shaking flag of the central army, and the gunner personally issued an order.

The artillery team skillfully loads ammunition, while the gunman determines the shooting angle and wind direction.

"fire!"

Boom!! Two sounds of cannons rang out one after another, and a large wooden barrel opposite was blown up, and the filth splashed all over the wizards!

Another shell did not hit the wizard or the big wooden barrel, but fell on the ground beside it and smashed a pit. The shell with unreduced strength rebounded and then jumped up on the ground, killing a horse on the opposite side to fight the blue warrior!

The wizards pretending to be magic were frightened by the sound and power of artillery, and fled back to their front in panic, leaving behind a large stinking wooden barrel in front of the formation!

"No...is it no effect..." Madalan Sudan sat on the throne made of diamonds and gold. Seeing the wizards fleeing by artillery, he couldn't help but feel even more desperate.

As the "King of Java" who led the horse to defeat the Blue Man almost defeated the entire Java Island, Agonsudan had communicated with the merchants of the Ottoman Empire, and the sailors were not so primitive and ignorant. However, in front of the overly powerful enemy, there was such a trace of luck in his heart, hoping that the witchcraft in the primitive tribe would have such a little effect in blocking the enemy.

However, as soon as the cannon fired, these clumsy tricks were exposed, making Agon Sudan extremely desperate.

In front of the cannon, no monsters and monsters are vulnerable!

"Push the front half a mile!"

When the horse beat Lan's army was shocked by the power of artillery, Huang Degong ordered the front to move forward!

The battalions were ordered to line up, and the musketeers walked forward with muskets in slow and neat steps. The gun team and machine gun team also pushed the artillery and machine guns weighing hundreds of kilograms into the more forward area.

The artillery and machine guns they brought were lighter, and the iron wheels and platform were less than 1,000 kg. It was more powerful for heavy guys over 1,000 kg, but they were not practical in the expedition.

The expeditionary force gradually advanced, which caused great psychological pressure to the Ma Dalan army!

First, they lack medium and long-range weapons, the distance between the bow and arrow is not as good as the cannon used by the other party, the machine gun and the Deleis rifle have a long range, and second, behind them is the royal city, and they have no choice but to retreat!

Thirty meters, fifty meters, eighty meters, one hundred meters...

The expeditionary army advanced forward step by step, making the horse beat the blue warrior frightened!

Almost all the horses were sweating profusely, and they held the spears, bows, arrows, and fireguns in their hands. They themselves doubted whether they could compete with advanced civilizations capable of producing artillery. When they were besieging Batavia, they were severely taught a lesson by the other party.

The elephant soldiers who were entrusted with important tasks were ineffective in front of muskets and artillery, and witchcraft was also shattered by cannons, so they could only use quite backward weapons to deal with offensives from advanced civilizations. Before the two sides had formally confronted each other, they had already seen hell.

"The elephant soldiers are in the central army, the infantry follow the elephant soldiers to attack, and the cavalry deviate from the opponent's wings!" Agon Sudan pulled out the golden sword on his waist, knowing that the opponent could not get closer, otherwise his army would enter the opponent's range.

As for retreating and avoiding the edge of the situation? Once the army of 50,000 people retreats, it will be a retreat like a landslide, and there will be no luck.

"Lord, bless us to defeat the evil enemy in front of us." Argonsudan could only pray before the war began.
Chapter completed!