The warm winds of March have only brought a touch of greenery to the Jiangnan region, but further south, in Surabaya on the edge of the equator, the heat haunts every Chinese worker like the ubiquitous air, water and dense forests.

Surabaya, the largest port on the island of Java, is an important distribution port for rubber, tin and gold and silver mines in Indonesia, especially the rubber produced here, which is a world-renowned brand.

On the outskirts of Surabaya City, countless laborers are toiling in the lush rubber forests, and the camps deeper, under the watchful eye of bamboo fences, vicious dogs, and balemin knives in the hands of natives, are the stations of the suffering Chinese laborers.

Ma Zijian, a veteran of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, when he swept Fujian, he was an excellent herald under the army of the king, he was proficient in the flag language of the army, a snail horn can blow out thirteen kinds of military orders, and his straw shoes were on the Wuyi Mountain through the mountains and mountains like walking on the ground.

At that time, he was young, full of strength, his eyes were full of energy, and when he visited the enemy camp at night, he once cut the throats of three Qing demons with a dagger, and he was always the most beloved stick guy in the women's camp.

But now, lying on the bamboo bed, his eye sockets are sunken, the ribs in his chest are emerging one by one, and there is a hollow coughing sound between the ups and downs of violent breathing.

Malaria was raging in his body, and he felt like his days were running out, and it was as if he were walking through two hells, and sometimes he wished he was dead.

There was a bowl of porridge on the table, it was already cold, flies and many unknown flying insects were hovering over it, according to the rules of the rubber plantation, if you can't work, you won't have food, and if you don't have food, you can only wait for death.

This bowl of porridge was left over from the brothers in the house one by one, and for the sake of the friendship of the brothers, he could not give up, he had to live.

Struggling to sit up and leaning against the bamboo wall, the hot wind outside penetrated through the cracks, the sky was so blue, and the free seabirds flew here as if they were in heaven.

Dispersed the flies and flying insects, he grabbed the cold porridge with his hand and stuffed it into his mouth, when the salty taste filled his mouth, he was stunned, he didn't expect that someone would add a lot of salt to his porridge, which is the guarantee of people's strength.

Tears flowed down, and he saw a corner of the camp where his little brother Luo Dog was being hung up by the security guards of the rubber plantation, and the leather whip was slammed on his body, and the two black dogs around him were barking arrogantly.

His brother has no other way to save himself, there is no doctor in the whole camp, let alone medicine, and the pig food he eats is not nutritious.

The brother was afraid that he would die, so he actually stole a small handful of salt from the kitchen and sprinkled it in his porridge. If I want to live, I will also live for my brother who was whipped for me.

Ma Zijian had a fire in his heart, the flames seemed to burn out the germs and toxins in his body, he had to defeat the disease, he decided to take his brothers out to kill, just like the brothers in Lombok and Jakarta last month, kill the security guards and take away their weapons, and there are places for guerrilla warfare in the tropical jungles of the South Seas.

This thief, God, if you don't let us live, then fight to the death.

"Pig ...... Pigs...... Qing Guonu ...... Braided Pig ...... "The black and thin Nanyang indigenous monkey scolded back and forth with only a few words of Chinese, and Luo Gou had been drawn into a bloody man."

"I ...... No braids...... I'm not a slave of the Qing Kingdom!...... "A mouthful of bloody spat flew from Luo Gou's mouth to the face of the indigenous monkey.

As soon as the ghost screamed, the indigenous monkey raised the Baleng knife, he wanted to kill this bold Chinese, and he must use blood to deter these Chinese slaves!

Luo Gou raised his head and looked at the eldest brother on the bamboo floor with a smile, and muttered to himself, "My road has come to an end...... Big brother, take care all the way!"

"No......" Ma Zijian's anger stimulated the full potential of his body, and he jumped down from the three-meter-high bamboo building with a loud roar, still holding a broken bamboo spear in his hand, and stabbed at the black monkey with a sharp stubble.

No one expected that the damn sick ghost on the bamboo tower would dare to attack violently, and the cold light of the baleng knife turned around and cut the bamboo spear into two pieces.

He thought he was safe, but he didn't expect the bamboo gun to cut off a sharp stubble, and the shot stabbed directly into his shoulder blade, almost breaking the artery in his neck.

"Ah......h You read that right, it's the oldest kind of smoothbore gun, not even rifled guns, and they can't hold Mini rounds.

Maybe in the eyes of these black monkeys, they don't need good weapons to suppress pigs, and a few baleng knives can make them succumb with peace of mind, but they are wrong This group of people is an unruly Taiping veteran, they are not refugees from Fujian and Guangdong who were abducted, they are not good ordinary people.

Ma Zijian threw away the bamboo gun and swept the injured monkey to the ground with a sweeping leg, rolled forward and picked up the baleng knife on the ground, and threw it out with a whoosh.

The native guard who was facing him pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew out a foot high from Ma Zijian's scalp, but he didn't have a chance to fire a second shot, and the tumbling baleng knife stabbed him in the stomach, and the guy screamed and took a step back and fell to the ground.

One dead and one wounded, the guards were all frightened, and the other guards in the bamboo building also rushed out, but the gunfire was the signal, just when they were hurriedly loading ammunition, fifty or sixty big men suddenly rushed out of the rubber forest, and the sharpened bamboo spears in their hands flew over, and the rubber plantation guards were killed and injured.

"Grandma, it's because I can't go back to my home, not because I'm afraid of you savage monkeys......" Ma Zijian picked up the baleng knife and walked towards the black monkey who was pleading with his wounds in fear.

At this time, he was still a little arrogant, he never thought that someone would not be afraid of foreign guns and dare to attack in the face of bullets.

"Don't kill me...... Don't kill me......" No one could understand the language of the monkey, Ma Zijian cut the rope on Luo Gou's body with a knife and stuffed the knife into him.

"It's been a long time since I've killed anyone, come on...... You'll have a great time too!"

What is a veteran? A veteran is a veteran who takes killing people as a kind of pleasure, and not only does he have no fear but also finds happiness in it.

Luo Gou licked the blade with his tongue, and the stinky blood lifted his spirits......, "Grandson!" Remember, you have to hide from Lao Tzu in the next life!"

The knife fell in his hand, and a dirty head rose up all over the sky, and the blood in the cavity sprayed Luo Gou's face.

"Taiping...... Taiping...... "There was a source fire in the camp, and the rubber plantation was full of fires.