Chapter 167 Using a Borrowed Knife to Kill

Although they were far apart, the wizards Bramiden and Cacha, who were blocking the entrance to Lion City Port, could guess the outcome of the battle. The continuous rumble of thunder made their hearts leap into their throats, and when they opened their eyes wide and saw no firelight until dawn, they knew that the barbarians had failed; otherwise, given their nature, they would have already begun burning, killing, and looting.

A rowing sailboat swiftly arrived, bringing confirmed news: one of the two Vadanas was dead and the other wounded, and less than half of the more than ten thousand Raomanja Boyi's army had survived.

“Master Kacha, you said that the Great Xia people don’t breathe fire in the dark, and you also said that our people could just rush up and tear them apart. But what about now? So many of my men have died and I’ve gained nothing…” Bramiden asked the wizard Kacha through gritted teeth, his face grim.

"Did your warriors really charge forward? How many of them returned? If they truly obeyed your orders, why would they 'escape' back? Shouldn't they all have died in battle?"

"you....."

Bramiden was speechless. His order was indeed to fight to the death, but everyone knew it was almost impossible; even the king's most elite army couldn't do it. But he couldn't argue, because the wizard Kacha had ways to make people forget fear and pain, but that would make them lose their minds. People who lose their minds don't know how to seize spoils; they will only burn and destroy everything.

"Master Kacha, we both serve the prince, and I believe you understand the significance of this campaign. We can only succeed, not fail. Now... shouldn't you make your move?"

Bramiden now regrets it. He knows that there is a lot of wealth in the Great Xia camp. He didn’t want the wizard Kacha to interfere in the land war so that he could keep the spoils for himself. But in the end, he still has to rely on the wizard’s power.

"General, you brought nearly 20,000 soldiers in total, 5,000 of whom were boatmen. Last night you deployed 10,000 men but failed. How many are left? How much courage do they have left?"

"Then, as the master wishes, what should we do?" Seeing that the wizard Kacha had been asking questions one after another, Bramiden had no choice but to humbly ask for advice.

“We will no longer attack them, but let them attack us. They... have actually been waiting for us to attack them.”

After Kacha recited the tongue twister for a while, he finally made Bramiden realize that the number of Great Xia's elite soldiers was ultimately insufficient, and they were always waiting for him to walk into their trap.

"But... will the Great Xia people attack us?"

Looking at the impatient Bramiden, the wizard Kacha suppressed his contempt and said, "They naturally won't attack us if we stay here, but what if we go to Malacca? The people of Daxia are loyal and righteous, and they will surely come to our rescue. If they don't, then we will make the Malacca royal family cancel the Temasek deal."

"But... what if the people of Great Xia don't come to our rescue and refuse to leave Temasek?"

"General, if we capture Malacca, the prince's prestige will surely rise, and it will be only natural to send reinforcements."

Kacha, the wizard, wished he could strangle this brave but reckless general. He had been a follower of the prince for so long and had done so much for him, yet he was still a wizard without any real power. But this guy, who had nothing but bloodline, was being given important positions. How was this any different from when he was in Borneo?

Qin Mo is teaching the army's blacksmiths how to forge shackles, the kind the Americans use to lock up black slaves. Ten people tied together would be thrown into construction sites or mines and forced to work themselves to death; they would be an absolute weapon against escape.

"Your Highness, the barbarian fleet has headed west. Should we pursue them?"

Kaihime leaped down from the unfinished lighthouse and darted over to Qin Mo. With a look of anticipation, she asked Qin Mo if she could finally go hunting again now that the fleet that had been blocking the port had finally left, since she hadn't participated in the battle last night.

"Going west means entering the strait, but the water isn't wide enough for navigating and fighting. Your fleet only has three ships, so you should save your breath!"

"Your Highness, I know there are several wide bodies of water in the strait, enough for the escort ships to maneuver. I promise to fight and leave, and stop while I'm ahead." Kaihime had already prepared her excuses, just waiting to deal with Qin Mo.

"Kai! I must say you are truly intelligent, but unfortunately you still lack a strategic vision! Who in the west is worth Majapahit's attention? What benefits would we gain from such an attack?"

Upon hearing Qin Mo's words, Kaihime suddenly realized that she had overlooked something, but she couldn't quite recall what it was.

Parameswara was a prince who fled Palembang and later ended up in Temasek. After killing the indigenous chief of Laem, he incurred the wrath of the Majapahit army and was driven to Malacca. After many years of hardship, he finally established the Malacca Sultanate.

In Parameswara's heart, Majapahit was his lifelong enemy. He dreamed countless times of finally defeating Majapahit's army, recapturing Lamashid, recapturing Palembang, and finally capturing Surabaya, trampling the head of the Majapahit king under his feet.

So when Parameswara's men reported to him that the Majapahit army had landed in Malacca, he thought he was dreaming. Only after twisting his thighs twice did he realize that his dream had come true and the Majapahit people had really come to fight him.

Majapahit was cautious when attacking Temasek, but failed. When attacking the port of Malacca, he adopted a rough and ready approach, with more than two hundred ships rushing onto the dock and tens of thousands of warriors swarming up, venting all the anger that had been building up over the years.

The walls of Malacca City couldn't stop the Majapahit people, who were burning with pent-up anger. The city's soldiers, numbering only four or five thousand, were driven like stray dogs by tens of thousands of Majapahit soldiers, fleeing across the entire city of Malacca and then out of the city... heading north to San Thanh.

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