Chapter 617: Gunshots in Surabaya
"No, no. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE。 infoYou can't bring that many soldiers into the city. This stimulates the sensitive nerves of the local residents. ”
"Security in Surabaya is very secure, I swear to you. We'll keep you safe! ”
"We are more than capable of keeping all of you safe. You can't bring so many soldiers! ”
Zhao Yan transferred an entire team of soldiers from the ship in front of the returning clerk. These soldiers of the Marine Corps, with neat uniforms, nimble steps, and polished weapons, flowed down from the top of the warship, and a hundred people seemed to be a small army! They even carried a cannon.
The faces of several Dutch officials on the dock were blue and red, they were extremely angry, but they still had to swallow their persuasion.
Zhao Yan didn't insist on entering Surabaya City with a team of marines, and he didn't know anything, this was a game.
No matter what the Dutch's idea is, his line of work is destined to see blood.
The situation in Surabaya City can not be stopped until now, and the Chinese Guards assembled in various parts are ready to go, and the Military Intelligence Bureau has made a lot of efforts in it. It's just that the Military Intelligence Bureau never expected that the group of natives would be so ruthless, and they directly killed so many people, and the consequence of the death of many Chinese before and after was that their medals flew away.
Zhao Yan did not insist on leading a team of soldiers into Surabaya City, but the marines of that team did not return to the ship, but stationed in the nearby port.
Zhao Yan was followed into Surabaya City by a squad of soldiers, as well as a freelance writer, Huang Dingyou.
This guy had already agreed with an immigrant ship bound for Nanmingzhou that he would follow to see and see. But he was scared after all. When the migrant ship left Pancheng [Belitung Island], he did not rush to the ship, and he was a deserter. Since then, he has been wandering around Pancheng, Singapore, and Penang, writing many articles introducing the customs and geographical products of Nanyang and sending them back, but he has made a name for himself.
The newspapers where the manuscripts were delivered were no longer limited to Nanjing, but also Shanghai, Guangzhou, and Fuzhou. Although the income is unstable, it is not small. It can't be said that he is rich and expensive, but he doesn't have to worry about eating and drinking, and he saves a little money outside, and he has a good life.
"Fellow villagers, I am very honored to receive great love. However, everyone has also seen that Zhao is now going to have an interview with the supervisor of Surabaya, and he can't have a drink with you at noon. Then put it in the evening, everyone will not see each other, and they will rest when they get drunk. ”
"It's a long time coming. It's a long time to come! ”
Zhao Yan would not be stupid enough to express his disdain for the Nanyang Chinese. Whatever one may say, they are all one country. This is the same as Nanjing people looking down on outsiders, but when facing foreigners, they are all on the same side.
The fleet was moved from Pontianak to Surabaya, the journey was very short, and there was no need to supply a large amount of fresh water, vegetables, fruits, meat and other things, but the local Chinese leaders still organized a large number of meat, fresh vegetables and fruits to labor the army.
If Zhao Yan didn't want to see Rokusen, he would be quite willing to be intimate with these people. Because he himself is very optimistic about this place in Surabaya, Jawa is too rich in products, as long as a little management, large quantities of cane sugar, coffee, tobacco, teak, cassava, rubber, spices, vegetable oil, etc., will develop rapidly. Surabaya is located in the heart of the sea east of Batavia, and its future development prospects are worth looking forward to.
The streets of Surabaya Castle have the hustle and bustle and vibrancy that is unique to a colonial port city.
Everywhere there was an influx of people of all colors, European sailors in thin clothes, crooked hats, rampaging through the streets. White or mixed-race policemen, dressed in shorts, with batons or guns on their shoulders, wandered around lazily, not cheering up even the sudden arrival of a Chinese fleet outside the harbor. The air was filled with the strange smell of fruit waste mixed together.
Sometimes it makes people vomit, sometimes it is very sweet, and there is a smell of alcohol.
Zhao Yan walked all the way, observing the many shirtless locals here with a very careful look. Many of them were men of their right age, with dark skin but a lazy demeanor. Staying in the corner of the wall and basking in the sun, I can't see a trace of diligence from my body. But looking at their group, their eyes were full of greed, and there was a hint of imperceptible fear.
Some people will have a knife hanging from their waists, and the vicious eyes of Zhao Yan will make these monkeys look a little fierce.
The surrounding streets are full of all kinds of shops, look at the signboards, most of them are in Chinese and Western, and the shops of the indigenous people do not even have signboards. Almost all the Chinese shops have been locked, and in front of those that are closed, there are many indigenous hedgehogs gathered in front of the shops, squatting there talking and laughing, not knowing what to talk about in the local language like bird calls.
But Zhao Yan could imagine that if a fight really broke out between the Chinese and the natives, these Chinese shops would either be looted or burned to the ground.
As their group gradually deepened, the dock was left far behind, and Zhao Yan's brows gradually furrowed. Because more and more aboriginal men with sabers appeared around their group. The vicious and cold gaze of those natives looking at his group made his heart churn with murderous intent.
That kind of look at the prey made Zhao Yan feel that his dignity had been violated.
He glanced at the soldier squad leader behind him, who had already gathered his spirit and became nervous.
Even Huang Dingyou smelled something wrong, and the surrounding atmosphere made him feel furious. Huang Dingyou's hand unconsciously reached into his back pocket, and there were two short guns in it, which was a benefit after he became a war correspondent, and he had a gun license.
He should have hung these two muskets on his waist, but he didn't expect that there would be danger, so he threw the muskets into his back pocket early, and Huang Dingyou regrets it now.
Halfway down a street, the corners of Zhao Yan's mouth grinned, revealing his white teeth. He watched as the clerk who had invited him to see Rokusen ran away with a group of Dutch military policemen who were with him, and turned into an alley. Then at the intersection in front and behind suddenly there was a group of indigenous monkeys with knives.
These people stared at Zhao Yan and his party with a look of anger on their faces, indifferent and murderous eyes. The contrast between the swarthy skin and the white teeth made the monkeys' teeth as cold as those of the beasts before they devoured people.
"Are the Dutch going to war with the Empire?" A layer of cold sweat broke out on Huang Dingyou's forehead, he couldn't believe what he saw with his eyes, the Dutch ran away, without concealment, without any disguise.
Leaving a group of twelve of them surrounded by indigenous monkeys, this is the murder, the murder of the red fruit.
No, it's not. The Dutchmen hadn't run yet, they were in that alley. Huang Dingyou just met the eye with a foreigner who stretched out his head to look.
"The axiom is only within the range of the cannon!" Zhao Yan said coldly. The emperor's words don't mention the appetite for their sailors.
"As long as we're all dead here. How can I say it, isn't it just a random Dutch making it up themselves? "As for whether the Dutch will be trusted by everyone if they make up their words, it depends on whether their barrels are thick or not, how many are more.
"Smack!" Crisp gunshots rang out. Zhao Yan was not timid at all in the face of the evil image of the natives, and took the lead in taking out a pistol and aimed it at a machete-wielding native-wielding monkey in front of him, and shot his head with one shot, instantly splattering his brain and blood.
The sound of the whole street was clear.
The Dutch officials and military police hiding in the alley shouted in surprise that God was hallucinating in their eyes. When did the Chinese become so arrogant and domineering? Before the natives could rush up, they pulled out their guns and killed people? These barbarians are really not the cowardly Chinese in their impressions.
"Oooh......"
A beastly howl rang out. The natives all over the street glared at Zhao Yan and the group with scarlet eyes. The Chinese team, which has a total of only 12 people, really has no deterrent effect. And the six warships in the harbor are definitely not a problem in the eyes of the monkey-like natives of Surabaya.
Because Surabaya was the territory of the Dutch, and the Dutch had a fleet far more powerful than the Chinese.
The Chinese only defeated the Dutch pirates in Sulu, how dare they fire at the Dutch city? It was going to war with the regular Dutch fleet. You know, the regular naval fleet of the Dutch is really strong. The tall sailboat was much bigger than the small boats on the dock, and there were many more guns!
What is really the natives who don't know the truth at all, use their 'ignorance' to make up for the killing in Surabaya City, which was coincidentally fueled by the Chinese and Dutch choices.
In the eyes of these ignorant indigenous monkeys, the bigger the sailboat, the better, and the more guns on the ship, the better.
The six Chinese naval warships that sailed from Pontianak really fought, and the entire fleet of the Dutch in Batavia did not dare to be negligent, and it can be evaluated from the eyes of the monkeys, but these Chinese naval warships were far from being the opponents of the Dutch fleet.
They are 'small' and they have very few blast holes.
So what are they afraid of?
The strength of the Chinese is only against the pirates, against their strength, and they have the powerful Dutch behind them.
Soekarno and Akbar are two frogs who sit in a well and watch the sky, taking the sky they see with their eyes as the real sky.
The next moment Zhao Yan made his move, all the soldiers had already taken off their muskets from their backs, and crackled at the natives in front of them.
Bullets cut through the flesh, blood splattered, and screams erupted, accompanied by the explosion of grenades.
The indigenous monkeys fell in a large area, and immediately fell in a large area.
Although Zhao Yan and the others were blocked in the middle of the road, the stupid indigenous monkeys only rushed from the ground, instead of sending people to climb onto the roof. This made Zhao Yan and them much easier to deal with.
The sound of gunfire and explosions caused the monkeys to fall in an instant, and then a group of people immediately broke down the side door and hid in the house.
Instead of a rifle, the double-barreled short-barreled gun continued to fire, as well as the grenade.
Even Huang Dingyou could hold a grenade and throw it outward, and the bloody qi immediately washed away the taste of the fruit. A broken toe hit Zhao Yan's chest, leaving a red mark on the white navy uniform.
A native whose stomach was blown open, blood mixed with internal organs flowed out, and blue-yellow feces in it, stained the ground beneath him red, screamed bitterly. But the next moment, shrapnel from another exploded grenade was inserted into his temple.
The gunfire was drowned out by the cries of the indigenous monkeys, but the explosions could not be stopped. Riots immediately broke out in the city of Surabaya.
This important port city, which was only taken by the Dutch from the then divided Sultanate of Mataram 35 years ago, has not been without indigenous riots and revolts for more than 30 years. But as soon as these indigenous monkeys were shot, they ran away, and even the Dutch cannons could not provoke them.
Now there was a sudden explosion in the city, and the natives and Dutch, who did not know how many of them, were startled.
But the Chinese in Surabaya reacted quickly. Over the past 200 years, the Nanyang Chinese have suffered more than one massacre and more than one persecution. That's all ready-made examples, ready-made teaching materials. The emergence of Chen Han unified everyone's 'thoughts', and it was easy to unify 'rules'.
"Bang Bang Bang ......"
The 2,000-strong Chinese Guards went into action. This number accounts for almost half of the young and strong Chinese in Surabaya. This Chinese-built city is home to the highest density of Chinese living in the city.
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Surabaya City Hall is actually a small castle, inland from Surabaya City, because Surabaya City is a city built on a swamp, and the area too close to the pier is not suitable for building a castle.
This is also Rokusen's residence, and when you walk back from the office building, you will find a large lawn at the entrance. Several indigenous florists dressed in Western-style slave costumes are watering. In such a tropical place, it is not difficult to cultivate such a lawn!
Looking at the past, the courtyard is spacious and the buildings are neat. Coconut groves dot the lawns around.
It's like an unfolded parasol, shading the sun overhead.
A group of neatly dressed merchant ladies were already chatting and laughing on the lawn.
No matter how long or short the conversation between Zhao Yan and Rokuson is, after the end of the conversation, Rokusen will have a friendly dinner.
Now that the connected tables have been set up, the chefs in white top hats are standing with their chests and bellies protruding. Plates of fresh and delicious fruits, plates of sweet and delicious snacks, and a lot of wine have been placed on the table. On the left and right stood a column of native servants dressed in white, waiting quietly.
The arrival of the Chinese fleet by the Dutch was absolutely unwelcome. But for the sake of the six warships in the harbor, Supervisor Rokusen had to hold a grand banquet to express his friendly attitude toward China. Even if the Batavia detachment arrives in Surabaya, for God's sake, no Dutch is willing to start a war with the Chinese at this point in time.
Rokusen also invited British businessmen in Surabaya, as well as local businessmen, to the luncheon.
There is no way, the style of Surabaya is only so high now. If you are in Batavia, there are business representatives or business managers from Spain, England, France and other countries that can be invited, but at the moment, Surabaya is still a businessman except for a businessman.
Then everyone here was startled by the sudden burst of gunfire and explosions.
One of them shivered and spilled a glass of wine all over the lady across from him, and the red liquor seemed to enter the torrent of the deep valley and slide down the snow-white furrow on his chest.
No one paid attention to the anecdote at this moment, and everyone looked at the place where the gunshots and explosions were coming from, and their mouths grew in surprise.
"Did war break out?"
An Englishman suddenly felt dizzy in his head.
He couldn't help but get dizzy. If the war breaks out, it will be a disaster for him personally, whose business is in Surabaya.
Suddenly, he wanted to pick up a wine glass and slam it on some fat man's face.
"Where is there so much gunfire?" The recent burst of gunfire sounded from the city, and Rockusen felt like it wasn't even more than a kilometer away from the town hall.
Gunshot.
A lot of gunfire.
There were also explosions.
Surabaya, the whole of Surabaya was annihilated by the sound of gunfire.
This is definitely not the hundred-man team of the Chinese on the dock.
"Your Excellency the Supervisor, Your Excellency the Supervisor, it's not good, it's not good. The Chinese, it is the Chinese in Surabaya who are shooting. I don't know where they got so many muskets, and now they are encircling Sukarno and Akbar. ”
"They shoot and kill people with impunity. I've seen them kill at least a hundred indigenous ......"
Just like Governor Rokusen, who fell into the ice cave in the cold sky and was still suspicious a moment ago, he only felt cold to the bone marrow all over his body at this moment.
"Phillips, go find Phillips. Let him calm all this at once, calm it all. Take control of the city! ”
Rokusen's brain was booming, and palpitations swept through his body and mind, and he knew he had screwed up. Chinese was definitely prepared, and they suddenly appeared in large numbers of musketeers, and they appeared in large numbers from different Chinese neighborhoods......
They were prepared, or rather, they were premeditated.
It's really going to be bad!
Surabaya Port.
Groups of marines rushed down into the cabin, and the Dutch and Indian troops stationed in the harbor were about to collapse. Do the Chinese fill every cabin with soldiers? There were too many soldiers pouring out of these modest sailboats.
A battalion? No. This is at least one regiment! 【European system】
One of the sailors stationed on the pier, with the cooperation of another crew of marines who landed, easily captured the Dutch and Indian troops at the pier. In the middle, except for two indigenous policemen who were killed when he was in Liwei, there were no bullets or blood.
The soldiers then began to advance towards Surabaya Castle with the cooperation of their guides.
Several rockets, guided by the Mastplate Lookout, landed on the native monkeys, sending flesh flying and a loud roar that caused the monkeys to flee in panic. There were no shore forts in Surabaya, and the port fell into the hands of the Dutch more than thirty years ago, when their rule in the East Indies was already strong. The symbol of their rule here is the castle-like city hall, and according to the evolution of the indigenous monkeys, even if all the monkeys in Surabaya riot, they can't break the city hall at all. Then the Dutch had a small barracks at the port, but now the Dutch-Indian troops in this barracks did not have the courage to pull the trigger on the Chinese sailors. (To be continued.) )