The journey starts from the Titanic

It is also very likely to be the Hanyang Arsenal, China's largest arsenal. Except there, this gun has been eliminated all over the world.

"Damn it!" Van Basten cursed, throwing the gun on the table.

"Damn the Chinese, the kingdom is so kind to them, let them come to the Spice Islands to do business and let them have food, but only occasionally charge a small amount of compensation, how dare these greedy guys smuggle weapons?

Also sold to the rebels of the kingdom?It's really bold!Heavily sinful!

All arms dealers should be hanged, all the yellow-skinned monkeys should be driven out of the kingdom's territory, and their property should be confiscated!"

Van Basten was furious at the discovery, and he drank the liaison officer.

"Go! Take this gun back to Jakarta and tell the yellow-skinned monkeys in the Governor's Mansion that they are very restless. The Governor must take decisive measures!" Van Basten roared.

At this moment he almost forgot his current enemy Acehnese.

In his impression, the Chinese are timid, nasty, dirty, rude, and barbaric. Apart from being able to work and endure hardship, they have almost no value worthy of existence.

Now the sheep raised by these kingdoms dare to bark their teeth, how can you not make Colonel Van Basten angry?

He had just transferred from Amsterdam to the Spice Islands three months ago, and he wanted to make a big business and have a good future.

After a while, he took a sip of wine, slowly fell silent, and drafted a report to report this important discovery to Jakarta.

Huh?Since those Chinese have the ability to sell weapons to Acehnese, don't they also equip them with a large number of weapons?

Yes, they should and can be equipped with more and more advanced weapons, as long as they wish.Will they really do this?

Van Basten's brows deepened, he felt that things were getting more and more complicated, and he also faintly felt that the spice islands, the last colony of the former sea coachman, had become more frequent.

Putting aside the pen, Van Basten handed the report of the wet ink to the guards, demanding that it be transmitted back to the Jakarta Governor's House as soon as possible.

After discovering this, he had no intention of sleeping, so he walked out of the tent and visited the barracks.

It was late at night, except for a few tents, there were faint lights, and the huge camp was silent and dark.Except for the guard sentry, the soldiers fell asleep in peace. They are replenishing their strength and fighting for tomorrow's victory.

Although the combat effectiveness of those black skins is condemned, Van Basten believes that under his wise command, they will fight the enemy bravely and calm down the Acehnese.

Then come to pick up those yellow-skinned monkeys who are restless and guarding themselves.Well, let those black-skinned monkeys play yellow-skinned monkeys, the Dutch are the best to watch monkey shows.

Thinking of this, Van Basten smiled slightly, and looked back at the Langlang starry sky, feeling happy, as if he saw a scene of great achievements.

He didn't know yet, as soon as he returned to the tent, a group of dark shadows appeared in the forest not far away. They quickly jumped out of the woods, swept across the field, and approached the unconscious military camp from behind like ghosts. .

Behind the barracks is a dense virgin forest. Not to mention the army, it is difficult for hunters in the forest to pass. The Dutch would never think that a group of death gods would appear behind them through the vast virgin forest.

They hurriedly sent a sentry, and there was no secret sentry. In the afternoon, Nightingale and Leopard had already thoroughly investigated the situation here.

"Enough for the Dutch to drink a pot this time!" Dai Chuanxin smiled as he looked at the defenseless barracks. At this moment, the thick camouflage on his body almost melted into the hazy night, so the Java sentry could not find under his nose. A sneer of death.

In the dark night, several dark shadows were wriggling, like a gust of wind blowing across the field, and the dense weeds swayed obediently.

The Java sentry shuddered suddenly, feeling something behind him, he turned his head reflexively, but saw a pair of wolf-like eyes!

There was also a touch of white that split in the darkness, flashing lightly, almost infiltrating the pupils of the Java sentry.

So neat, like a row of teeth?

This idea suddenly appeared in the mind of the Java soldier.Well, it should be the last thought.

Almost at the same time, he felt a cold in his neck, as if he had been scratched by something, uh, it seemed that something was ejecting from his body.

He instinctively wanted to yell, but his mouth was tightly covered by a pair of big hands. The big hands were very strong and lifted him up so that he couldn't use it. A stubby leg fell weakly after kicking around in the air. .

The black dog carefully put down the dead sentry and leaned against it.

All this was done in a few breaths. The Dutch didn't know that they had just lost a lovely sentry, let alone that Death was knocking on the door.

In the silent night, there are crisp cricket calls from time to time, which adds a bit of coolness and makes people fall asleep.

The Delta detachment passed the guard post quietly and went straight to the tent with faint lights, where the Dutch high-ranking commander lived.The humble natives cannot live with Dutch officers. They live in another defensive zone, but they are also taken care of.

puff!

There was a slight shock, as if something had fallen on the ground. If a certain Dutch officer who was in his dream went out and took a look, he would find that the two guards at his door had been killed one by one, and he was now paralyzed. on the ground.

Dai Chuanxin opened the tent, stepped in, and walked carefully to the bed of the unknown Dutch officer.

With the faint light, he covered the Dutch officer's mouth, and thrust his other hand down.

With a flash of cold light, a sharp dagger plunged into the enemy's chest, and then twisted hard, crushing the enemy's heart.

After the Dutch officer in his sleep was attacked, he was unable to resist and died in his sleep.He rolled his eyes instinctively, but his pupils were already dilated and dull.

Dai Chuanxin had no nostalgia, took out a smart flashlight from behind, and checked the official documents on the desktop.After finding a few important documents, he smiled slightly, stuffed it into his pocket, and went out quietly.

One in and one out, less than ten seconds before and after.At the same time, the two team members who remained at the door also dragged in the body of the guard at the door.

In front of Dai Chuanxin's finger, he led the team members to the next target.

This scene was staged in several Dutch tents at the same time. When the Dutch were unprepared, a group of death gods suddenly came to their bedside and stabbed them to death in a dream with a dagger, almost effortlessly.

At night, quietly, a whirlwind of night blew through the camp of the Dutch officers, and the air was tinged with blood.

The Dutch officers who were still asleep might feel uncomfortable. Their red rosacea squirmed slightly, turned over and went back to sleep, and finally fell asleep forever, because they either had their throat cut off or their heart pierced.

The night got deeper, and the strong smell of blood in the air grew stronger.

Colonel Van Basten seemed to feel his heart tightening in his daze, and a chill spread all over his body. He opened his eyes suddenly and saw a scene that made him creepy--

Chapter 73 Jungle Warrior (3)

Colonel Van Basten opened his eyes abruptly and saw a tall black figure coming in from the doorway, almost entirely covered in a mysterious black.

Near, near, he saw a ghostly face and a shimmering sharp blade, walking towards him.

All this was going on quietly. Facing a group of black "plagues" that almost rushed over, Colonel Van Basten's soul was trembling for a moment, and every expression and every tiny movement of the other party was open to him. The pupils were infinitely enlarged, and he almost instinctively picked up the pillow under his head and threw it over.

Dai Chuanxin seemed to be a little surprised by Colonel Van Basten's sudden awakening. He was slightly taken aback, and his momentary hesitation made him miss the opportunity for assassination.

When he flew again, the other party threw the pillow over, Dai Chuanxin instinctively tilted his head, avoiding the pillow, leaning forward, with his knees slightly bent, holding a sharp blade, and leaping toward the prey like a cheetah.

Van Basten stood up with a carp, jumped up from the bed, held the pistol under the pillow in his hand between the sparks, and shot the man in black instantly.

"Keng!" The sound of metal clashing, resounding through the night sky, shocked people's hearts!

"Boom!" There was a sharp gunfire, deafening and utterly drowsy!

The entire barracks woke up at once, and countless soldiers stood up blankly, panicking, and the days of fighting left their spirits on the verge of collapse.