Chapter 1907: The Reversed Prince

Sumatra guards the strait and can be called an important place in the South China Sea.

From Zheng He's first voyage to the West, this was the focus of his attention, so much so that he used Shi Jinqing to clamp down on the strait.

The rainforest is densely covered here, and the sky is so blue that people think that the world should be blue.

The verdant mountains are rolling and rolling, occasionally dotted with lakes and rivers. The river stretches until it flows into the sea, turning dark blue.

boom!

The waves beat against the reef violently, flying pearls and jade.

The waves are not one wave, but three consecutive waves, one wave after another hitting the shore.

More than 300 people stood by the sea, listening to the sound of waves beating against the rocks, quietly.

Most of the people in this group were bare-chested, and the leader of the man was wearing a bright robe. Looking at the dense forest in the distance, he gritted his teeth and said, "Does that fisherman only dare to hide in the dense forest?"

The man sneered and said: "I killed the old fisherman. The young fisherman was as cowardly as a mouse, but he dared to conspire against him. Someone is instigating and accomplices! Go and kill them all, let's go!"

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 it.

The man who is the leader here naturally 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 former king's son.

Back then, the old fisherman avenged his father, and then his mother kept her promise. Since then, there has been a fisherman king here.

As the abandoned prince, the man naturally refused to give up, so he looked for an opportunity to kill the old fisherman, and then got Da Ming's permission to take the throne.

But although the old fisherman left, his son was still there.

The two sides fought for a long time, and finally the former prince, the son of the old fisherman, was defeated, so he fled to the mountain, preparing to recharge his energy and start all over again.

But the current lord of the country wants to kill the grass and roots, so today he gathered the most elite fighters in the country, preparing to kill this enemy in one fell swoop and unify Sumatra.

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The vegetation in the dense forest is rich, such as pine, ebony, camphor, sandalwood... the birds chirping on the trees are crisp and melodious.

Occasionally, a red-haired orangutan suddenly appeared above and roared at the intruders, then quickly disappeared.

More than 300 people went all the way with a murderous look, and even the most ferocious Sumatran tiger could only avoid it.

When we got halfway up the mountain, there was a scream in front of us. The king waved his hand and said triumphantly, "He can't take it anymore, he can't take it anymore! Kill him! Whoever kills him will be rewarded!"

The reward here is not only wealth, but also women's food, so these short but nimble soldiers rushed up with simple long knives.

The king slowly climbed up with his hands behind his back, as leisurely as climbing a mountain. He even stared for a moment at a tapir, which is rarely seen in the mountains.

The tapir was alarmed by these people. It stretched and retracted its nose, then looked at the king for a moment, then turned around and ran down the mountain.

It will return to the water, then duck into the water, sticking out its nose to breathe.

The king smiled, he will reach the top of the mountain, and then judge the traitor.

Just over a hundred steps above him, two gangs were fighting desperately.

Hateful eyes, heavy breathing, sharp screams...

There are fewer people on the mountain, less than two hundred people, but they are condescending and using bows and arrows to abuse the opponents who are attacking from below.

The king stepped forward to see this scene, and couldn't help saying angrily: "Kill it! Kill everyone who retreats!"

So a tall sergeant from the king's side rushed up, holding a knife in his right hand, blocking the arrows, and rushed into the enemy group at an extremely fast speed.

Swinging the long knife, those archers could only helplessly block with their long bows in a panic, but it was in vain.

The archers were in chaos, and the morale of the king's side was greatly boosted. They rushed up one after another, and the two sides began a scuffle.

The king's men are all elites, but the men of the little fisherman prince are a motley crew.

In just a quarter of an hour, the little fisherman's subordinates were defeated, and they were defeated cleanly.

The lord of the country has been watching with his hands behind his back, reserved and complacent. Seeing this, he also pulled out his long knife sent by the Ming army and rushed forward.

As the lord of a small place, you must learn to act both hard and soft. Of course, taking the lead by example is the best way to build up your prestige and encourage you.

And there is no possibility of any reversal in a battle of this scale, so the country's lord "fearlessly" rushed into the middle of the fleeing enemy army, cutting open muscles and breaking bones with a sharp long knife,

Blood was splattering, and everything in sight was red.

An enemy slipped and fell to the ground. He struggled to remember, but a bare foot stepped on his back. Then a sergeant grabbed his hair with his left hand and pulled his head up. .

ah!

The sharp pain from the rubbing of the joints at the back of the neck made the enemy scream, and then the sergeant who stepped on him smiled grinningly, swinging his knife like killing a tapir.

The king stopped and panted, nodded in satisfaction when he saw this scene, and then shouted: "Go up! Kill that fisherman!"

The sergeants cheered, but the enemy army started to flee in embarrassment.

The king followed closely, and he vowed to kill the little fisherman who humiliated him with his own hands today, in the cruelest way!

Those routs were in disarray, and most of them scattered to both sides.

As long as the little fisherman is killed, these people will have nothing to prove, and most of them will die on the mountain in the end.

The king sneered contemptuously and saw the front left

An enemy ran into a big tree in a panic and fell to the ground. He couldn't help laughing, and then walked over.

He needs a head to show his martial arts, and with the head of the little fisherman, he can even annex the newly built old port after the Ming people weaken.

Thinking of the brand new port and the castle, the king kicked down the enemy who was hit with gold stars, and then glanced at the direction of the old port.

Then he swings the knife!

The enemy on the ground shook his head, everything in his vision was blurred, but he still saw the light reflected by the long knife.

Desperately, he stretched out his hand to scratch the ground, and accidentally touched an arrow, so he held it in his hand, and at the same time as the long knife fell, he stabbed vigorously from the bottom up.

The long knife fell, and the arrow also worked hard to stab it smoothly from the lower part of the king.

"ah……"

There was only one scream, which still came from the mouth of the king.

Those sergeants who were chasing the defeated enemy turned around and glanced at it, and they could never forget this scene.

The king stood there with a detached corpse under his feet. And his lower part seemed to give birth to something, as he knelt down, after a puff, the arrow pierced into his belly.

When people stare, some people look very cute, such as girls. But the stare before death, there is no beauty in it, but it will make people feel horrified.

The king's subordinates stared blankly at this scene, they couldn't believe that the king would die at the hands of a stupid idiot who hit a tree.

Seeing that no one was chasing them, the fleeing enemy army also looked back, and then began to be filled with ecstasy.

At this moment, someone shouted: "The traitor is dead!"

Yes, both sides regard each other as traitors, now that the king is dead, who is the traitor?

"Kill!"

Morale was suddenly turned upside down, and the enemy began to fight back.

The little fisherman prince who was waiting to die on the top of the mountain also saw this scene. He was dumbfounded, with a strange expression on his face, and then he couldn't stop his ecstasy.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Accompanied by wild laughter on the top of the mountain, the king's subordinates began to counterattack, condescendingly driving the demoralized opponent down.

The little fisherman slowly descended the mountain, walked up to the king, reached out his hand to touch his wide staring eyes, and couldn't help but cry up to the sky.

"ah……"