Chapter 34: The Rise of the Invader's Two-Way Trader Tianxia Bookstore

  Ibn Saud, this name makes Yang's boss nervous, because he is the founding king of modern Saudi Arabia, who would have thought that he was hiding here, what a rare find!

  He stroked his nonexistent mustache, rolled his eyes for a moment, and then said to Hyde: "You go back and contact the respected prince, tell him that if he can help me solve Kuwait, I can fund him to take back what belongs to him."

  "Understood, Mr. Yang, I'll take care of this matter." Haid said with a sly smile.

  "Take care of this matter, and from now on you will be the mayor of Kuwait under my rule." Yang Feng nodded in satisfaction, anyway he had no interest in managing this broken place. A sly old merchant who had been mixed up here for decades must know how to play those Arab uncles.

  As for whether this guy can complete the task, it's absolutely insignificant to him. Even if the Saudi and Sabah families are added together, they will still have no chance of turning the tide. This small tribe with a population of tens of thousands, even if all the men are armed, is only a few thousand mobs, and there are hardly any guns. The era of Arab curved knives has long passed, and even if Saladin crawled out of his tomb, he would still have to kneel in front of the Maxim machine gun.

  At night, the Plunderer and Parrot exited Kuwait Bay and anchored tens of kilometers away at sea. This made Sheikh, who was trembling on the ruins of the city wall, extremely excited. Generally speaking, people in desperate situations often produce unrealistic fantasies. In his view, Yang Feng did not continue to roll, he must have been interfered with in some way. This made him full of expectations for his own fate, but unfortunately, his fantasy was shattered the next morning.

  Because the sun had not yet risen, that shameless scoundrel came back again, and he brought a huge fleet of ships with him.

  A cruiser, an armed yacht, and six large merchant ships sailed triumphantly into Kuwait Bay once again. One after another, small boats were lowered from the ships, clearly preparing to land. Sheikh Mubarak, who was already on the verge of collapse at this sight, ordered a cavalry force of several hundred men to be organized, then charged out of the city to prepare to annihilate the enemy on the beach.

  On the deck of the Parrot Shell, Mr. Yang almost poked his eye socket with binoculars, especially when he saw that those cavalrymen were still holding a long spear in each hand, and there was a kind of feeling as if time and space had gone wrong.

  "Don't be so funny?" he muttered to himself, of course there was no need to be polite to these Arab warriors. Funny or not, if they really charged with their long spears, it would still pose a great threat to the infantry who couldn't assemble during landing. There's nothing more suitable for dealing with cavalry than the twin 37mm high cannon. The five twin 37mm high cannons on the right side of the two warships aimed at the cavalry on the shore and fired simultaneously, instantly shattering them with dense shells.

  Sheikh on the city wall, watching hundreds of his own tribe's warriors being engulfed in a sea of flames almost instantly, countless shells exploding in mid-air, scorching shrapnel pouring down like a torrential rain on the cavalrymen's heads, and in an instant, blood and severed limbs covered the ground below. After more than ten seconds of bombardment, only less than fifty riders were left standing there, dazed and dispirited, before suddenly regaining their senses and fleeing back into the city with pitiful screams.

  "What a pain in the neck!" Yang Da Boss sighed shamelessly, and the little female slave kneeling at his feet was stunned, her delicate mouth open, letting him immediately recall the warmth of that place. Looking at this guy's lustful eyes, Ye Zi couldn't help but let out a cold hum as she looked at the commotion with a monocular telescope. This little girl couldn't withstand Caiyi's temptation and went to Western Australia with her. Now the two are tanned like twins. As soon as they returned with the fleet, they gritted their teeth at Mina, whose skin was so white and tender that it seemed to be dripping with water.

  The threat of the cavalry having been eliminated, more than twenty small boats that had been lowered from six merchant ships quickly landed with over two hundred soldiers, who then assembled under their officers and formed a defensive formation. Yang Feng shook his head, clearly his officers were still stuck in the era of lining up to be shot. The high-imitation lobster armor troops held Lee-Enfield rifles with bayonets attached, forming neat lines under the command of Colonel Ron, a former British army officer who had been hired at a high salary. They formed two wings on either side and placed six Maxim machine guns in the middle, with six 82mm mortars beside them.

  Those small boats then turned back and soon brought the second batch of soldiers ashore, 2,500 soldiers slowly landed in the whole morning, during which not a single Arab dared to come out in Kuwait City, all were scared by Yang Feng's twin 37mm cannons, no one dared to try again, even Muhammad Sheik could only hide on the city wall, gritting his teeth and watching more and more enemies below.

  After landing and taking a short rest, after eating and drinking enough, the first to launch an artillery attack were the 82mm mortars, followed by the Gruson 57mm cannons, and then four 75mm guns continuously pouring shells towards the distant city walls. At the same time, the attacking troops, lined up in neat formation under the leadership of officers wearing white gloves, advanced towards the city walls. It has to be said that these British guys are still very faithfully performing their duties, anyway if it were Yang Feng he would definitely not walk at the front himself.

  He was not prepared to correct these men in the intolerable tactical mistakes, on the contrary, under the suppression of the Maxim machine gun and dense artillery fire, the Arabs in the city did not dare to show their heads, even if there were losses, they would be very light. However, he had made up his mind that after this battle, he must reorganize the defense exercise again, so that these guys can learn how to fight the next battle.

  As they advanced to within two hundred meters of the city wall, those guys who had been making Yang Feng anxious finally charged forward. In fact, it couldn't be called a charge, as not even a single shot was fired. Very quickly, 2,500 soldiers rushed into the gaps in the city wall on foot, and immediately the sound of gunfire erupted.

  The Arabs are all waiting behind the city walls for a street fight!

  These militiamen, driven by the belief in defending their homeland, bravely resisted and burst out of the earthen buildings with firearms, curved knives, and even bows and arrows to attack the invaders. Then they waited for a cruel revenge. The ten-round Lee-Enfield rifle would not add any rate limiter, and suddenly a group of Arabs rushed out to give the invaders a fatal blow. First, they encountered bullets as dense as hailstones, and one by one, they were shot into pieces, their old-fashioned single-shot rifles, even muzzle-loading guns, looked very insignificant in front of the rapid-firing rifles, not to mention that they were also far outnumbered.

  In fact, the greatest reliance of these Arab warriors was their curved knives. They would charge forward and engage in close combat. Although the number of warriors who could reach close combat distance might be small, killing one invader was still a victory. These invaders, who relied on their advantage in guns and cannons to bully others, would tremble under the curved knives of the warriors.

  Unfortunately, they were wrong. The invaders did not flinch in the slightest, and the ferocity of the spear-wielding troops was immediately apparent in this environment. In the battle with bayonets and Arab scimitars, the spear-wielding troops fought fiercely as a family unit, their advantage in close combat evident from their martial training since childhood. Moreover, these mercenaries were mostly armed with two guns, long and short, although most of them did not realize this at first. After a few clashes, they quickly came to their senses, one by one pulling out the C96 pistols from their waists. At this point, the last hope of the Arabs was also lost, and the brave warriors wielding scimitars fell helplessly under the hail of bullets.

  The battle behind the city walls ended in less than half an hour, and the poor Sabah family lost at least more than half of their warriors. The remaining forces had to hide in buildings and use guerrilla warfare to block the invaders' advance, which also made the city a complete hell. The soldiers with hand grenades didn't have any interest in messing around with them anymore; after all, this wasn't their own country. Yang Da Boss had said it early on: here, nothing needed to be taken care of. Since that was the case, they just directly used hand grenades to greet them, without caring if there were enemies or not. They saw houses and threw hand grenades inside first; those who were addicted even set fires. Not only did they do this, but even the British officers were having a great time setting fires in other people's homes - it was notorious that these British guys were good at starting fires. A clear fire belt spread rapidly from east to west, and the sound of gunfire and explosions made Yang Da Boss feel delighted on the sea.

  Poor Muhammad Sheikh looked painfully at his city trembling under the iron hooves of the invaders, he knew that he had already lost this city, and now what needed to be considered was how to escape from Kuwait, rather than staying here to share life and death with his own people.

  The remaining members of the Sabah family were quickly gathered, and as for the women and children, they couldn't care less at this point. The big family that had been together for hundreds of years still had over a hundred people left, plus the Saudi family who came to take refuge, making up a team of nearly two hundred people. Then Muhammad looked painfully at the advancing fire belt, gritted his teeth and led the charge out of the north gate.

  Actually, at this time he didn't know who to turn to. He had a bad relationship with the Rashid family that occupied the central part of the Arabian Peninsula. If it weren't for that, they would have taken in the Saud family. Going to them now would likely result in being killed. After some thought, he decided to go to Basra and ask the Ottoman Emperor to uphold justice. Although the source of this matter was the Ottoman Emperor, he himself was innocent. Even if he couldn't get Kuwait back for himself, giving himself a way out wouldn't be a problem.

  After making up his mind, the respected Sheikh led his family members to head north, but at this time he didn't notice that the Saudi man who followed him had a somewhat strange gaze, especially Prince Saud, who was obviously thinking about something under twenty years old.