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On Lusong Island, the largest island, two forces clashed in a fierce battle that raged across the land.

The easy capture of the second and third islands had made Hussein underestimate the first island, and the intense fighting he was facing now was something he hadn't anticipated.

First, they bombarded the first island. During the bombardment, the enemy was powerless to fight back. The Hussein thought that with the addition of cannons and muskets, it would be easier to take the first island.

At first, there was nothing unusual when they arrived on the island, and they didn't even encounter any significant obstacles. However, as they went deeper into the island, Hussein suddenly realized that something was wrong.

After they realized what was happening, they found that their men were surrounded, and the enemy's forces outnumbered them several times over.

"Establish defensive positions."

Hussein shouted, and his men immediately formed a circle with their supplies, all inside holding muskets and guarding the area.

Although Hussein had purchased muskets from Zhou Wu, his men were mostly local natives who had not received much training in muskets, making it difficult for them to fully utilize the advantages of the weapons.

The enemy natives, seeing the childish defenses, all wore mocking expressions. At their leader's command, the enemy launched their charge.

"Hurrah~~~~Hurrah ah~~~Hurrah la~~~~"

The indigenous people, wielding all sorts of cold weapons, charged towards the Houthi camp.

"Calm down, wait for the enemy to get closer before attacking."

According to the training manual, the enemy should be positioned at about half the firing range of the musket. This would prevent the enemy from harming the musketeer and allow as many enemies as possible to be eliminated while they are fleeing.

However, these locals were not the well-trained soldiers under Zhou Wu's command. It is unclear whether someone accidentally fired or was too nervous, but as soon as the enemy entered firing range, someone fired a shot. After that, as if they had received an order, the others began to fire continuously.

Although the enemy began to fall, Hussein was not happy.

"Uluru~~~"

As expected, after witnessing the power of the muskets, the enemy did not hesitate to retreat.

The two sides were briefly locked in a stalemate.

The other side sent out small groups to charge again, and after several repetitions, they finally quieted down completely.

"Your Highness, the other side is afraid of being beaten."

Hussein's subordinate said with a look of delight, but Hussein did not think so.

"They were clearly testing us just now; I reckon they're about to launch a large-scale attack."

While muskets have the advantage of long range, their biggest problem is their rate of fire. If the enemy charges recklessly without regard for casualties, our men will surely perish here. We must find a way to break through.

"What! When did these natives become so smart?"

Clearly, his men hadn't expected these natives to possess such wisdom.

"We're stuck here now, unable to move forward or backward."

"Sir, there is a high ground over there. If we can occupy the high ground, we can effectively restrain their charge from a superior position."

Hussein looked at the high ground in the distance. His subordinate's suggestion did make some sense. The high ground was not far from him. He might be able to succeed if he took a gamble.

"Everyone, take turns providing cover and move to a new position."

Hussein did not order his men to charge all over the high ground. To prevent being ambushed during the transfer, he left half of his men in place to provide cover, and then waited for the first group to reach the designated position before covering the transfer of the rest.

"Yes."

. . . . . .

On the high ground, the natives kept launching attacks. The Houthi forces had already suffered losses, but the natives had suffered even greater losses, with corpses piling up all over the high ground.

"Your Highness, this is the third time the enemy has launched an attack, and we are running low on ammunition."

The enemy still has many, but the Houthis are running out of ammunition.

"Now it's just a matter of who gives up first."

Now, Hussein has no choice but to gamble. He bets that the enemy will be the first to retreat. If he wins, he can escape, regroup, and come back to fight. By then, the natives will have experienced the power of firearms and will surely scatter and flee. If he loses, then Hussein will perish here, and his dream of restoring his kingdom will become a reality.

The indigenous people continued their relentless charge, and just when everyone on the Hussein's side felt despair, a sudden drumbeat rang out.

The already exhausted natives began to retreat.

"what's the situation?"

"Have they retreated?"

"The drumbeats just now were their signal to retreat."

"Great, they've retreated."

A sense of relief at surviving a catastrophe welled up within them, and the Houthi men began to cheer. They had finally made it through; the enemy had felt fear before they had.

After the enemy retreated, Hussein quickly led his men to the seaside, where his fleet provided protection, so they no longer needed to fear the natives.

"Send word to take a break and resupply as soon as possible. We must press on without delay."

"Yes."

The natives were already terrified of the muskets, so Hussein was prepared to press his advantage, otherwise it would be another fierce battle once the natives recovered.

. . . . . . .

After only half a day of rest, Hussein was ready. This time, just in case, he even removed some of the cannons from the warship.

"Set off."

With a wave of his hand, he ordered his fully equipped troops to advance into the heart of the island where the natives lived. This time, he was determined to decide the outcome in one battle.

They encountered no obstacles along the way, only occasionally seeing abandoned wounded soldiers.

"Your Highness, it seems they are completely terrified."

The fact that wounded soldiers were abandoned is a good sign, indicating that chaos has begun to break out within the indigenous community.

"Speed ​​ahead."

Fortunately, the island is relatively flat, and the road is not too difficult to travel.

The further they went, the more wounded were abandoned. These people had been shot and were in so much pain that they were not dying immediately.

Upon reaching the enemy camp, the enemy also discovered Hussein, and both sides were once again on high alert.

"Bring out the artillery."

This time, Hussein was smarter; since he had brought artillery, he naturally wanted to make the best use of it.

Seeing that the other side did not attack, the natives did not dare to act rashly, and a tacit understanding was formed between the two sides for a short time.

However, when the artillery appeared in front of both sides, the natives began to chatter and become restless.

Although I don't know what this big iron pipe is, it doesn't feel very friendly.

"All artillery ready."

"Reload."

"put."

"Boom~~~~~~"

Although they only brought a dozen or so cannons, the noise they made was enough to make these natives never forget it.

The muskets they had used before had already caused the natives a lot of trouble, but now there were even more powerful ones.

The next moment, all the natives offered no resistance and knelt down in surrender.