Daliman, an indigenous man, was one of the few natives who could make money with his mind, and now in the port of Batavia, he opened a small tavern that was not very large, but the business was very prosperous.

The tavern is crowded with people, because of the identity of the Dariman natives, so whether it is the sailors of the Oriental Han people or the local people who beg for a living, they are willing to come here for recreation.

Over time, it became a trivial but necessary communication station for the people at the bottom of the Batavia port to communicate and exchange information, look for jobs, and so on.

However, not long after Dariman opened for business today, a dark-skinned, skinny native walked in, walked straight to the bar, and nodded to Dariman, who was cleaning up the mess of last night.

"Manager, bring me a glass of mint-flavored rum, plus a portion of salted boiled peanuts and beef in sauce."

The native casually ordered a snack from the tavern's signature dish.

"I want peanuts to be tender and fresh, and I don't want beef with skin."

It seems that the request is very simple, but in Daliman's ears, he was stunned, and after looking up at the native in front of him, he asked quietly: "Does the guest still need to rest, looking at your tired face, etc., it is estimated that you stayed up all night last night, and there is a private room behind our small shop, you can take a rest." ”

"Okay, remember to send the things I ordered together, and by the way, send a pot of good tea, just a pot of Biluochun!"

The natives saw that Dariman was thinking about himself very wisely, and seemed to be a little tired, and needed a quiet place to stay, so under Dariman's guidance, he went into the private room in the backyard to rest.

Immediately, Dariman took a tray and took the few things that the native had ordered, and personally went to give it to the native, and handed over the hall to his men to take care of.

"Duobao, do you have any important information for coming here today?"

After entering the private room, Dariman put down the object in his hand and suddenly began to speak in a different tone.

The native who was called Duobao, whose real name was Shaon, was at least that name in his clan, and Duobao was just his code name for the Outer Guard's Jawa Branch.

"Yes, Team Leader, I suspect the Dutch will have a big move next!"

The native codenamed Duobao replied with a solemn expression and a somewhat worried face.

"All the adult males of our tribe have been gathered by the chieftain and arrived today in a Dutch farmstead ten miles southwest of the port of Batavia."

"Around the time we arrived at the farm, three more adult men from three other tribes arrived at the farm and joined our tribe."

"I managed to slip out of that farm, and I can't go back now, because from the moment I entered the farm, the movement of all the people was strictly restricted, and no signs of going out or communicating with the outside world were allowed."

"The thing I slipped out should have been discovered by the headmen, and they must be looking for my traces at this time."

Duobao succinctly recounted what he had and left it to their head in Jawwa, the tavern owner in front of him, Dariman.

"Do you know who the target is?"

After listening to the report of the treasure hunt, Dariman expressed his approval of Duobao's behavior with an approving gaze, and at the same time began to think about the purpose of the other party.

"I don't know, when we traveled all the way, we also found a few opportunities to knock on the side of the leader, but judging from their expressions, I'm afraid they don't know what the target is."

As a member of the Hongmen Outer Guard System, Duobao has a good understanding of the necessary skills such as observing words and feelings, so he can collect the necessary information in his daily life.

"How many natives are there in that Dutch manor now?"

Dariman continued to ask.

"Before I took it out, the total number of people from our tribe and other clans should have been more than 1,000."

Duobao was in too much of a hurry when he escaped, and he couldn't carefully check the number of them, plus he judged that something big would happen next, and he was in a hurry to report it, but he ignored a lot of important things.

“……”

The information given by Duobao made Dariman feel a deep sense of urgency, and even the intelligence officers at the grassroots level could perceive the emergency, let alone Dariman as the person in charge of Jawa.

"What exactly are they going to do? And who will be the target? ”

"Duobao, now you take a team of people to quickly rush back to the farm where you fled before, give me a close monitoring of the movements, and report any situation immediately."

While thinking, Dariman did not forget to assign tasks.

"Yes."

The intelligence officer, codenamed Duobao, walked out of the private room after receiving the order, and quietly disappeared into the street where the tavern was located like an ordinary customer.

After Duobao left, he sent someone to clean up the private room, but Dariman himself walked back to his bedroom, opened a wardrobe in the room, revealing the secret room behind the wardrobe, and then Dariman walked into the secret room himself, and the door of the secret room slowly closed again, and Dariman's bedroom returned to calm.

……

The oil lamp in the secret room was lit, but Dariman held the oil lamp and began to carefully observe a map, looking for the real goal behind the news brought by Duobao.

"There is no doubt that the organizers behind it must be the Dutch, otherwise it would be impossible for the indigenous people to enter a Dutch manor."

"But why don't they Dutch soldiers recruit soldiers in the port of Batavia?"

"Although more than ninety percent of the soldiers in the port of Batavia have been taken out to sea by Lincoln, there are still many subordinates of the Wyvern Gang and indigenous tribes in the port itself, as long as Dandell gives an order, there is no problem at all for the port to organize a team of more than 2,000."

"Unless, one of the targets that Dandel has in mind to deal with is to recruit indigenous tribal warriors from other places in order to avoid complications."

"Then, judging from the size of the requisition team, the target range of the other party's medicine can be used to exclude most of the small forces."

"Zada tribe? Although these tribesmen have formed an underworld force in the port of Batavia, since Lincoln's army did not deal with the Zada tribe when they were in the port before, then presumably the Netherlands will not take action against the gangsters of the Zada tribe when their strength is empty. ”

"Our out-of-home stronghold? Even if we expose our stronghold, but in the port of Batavia, the strength of our foreign guard is like this, there is no need to use such a large battle, Dandel only needs the existing Governor's Palace escort to wipe us out. ”

While muttering to himself, Dariman darkened the possible targets in the map mark, until his eyes shifted to the Wyvern Gang's Zheng manor, and all the doubts in Dariman's heart were revealed one by one.

(End of chapter)