"It's all ready, it's eight o'clock in the evening, and in half an hour it will be completely dark, and tonight happens to be the first moon, and it's very dark, and it's right for us to act." In the city of Jakarta, a group of people gathered in the office of Aroso's large dyeing workshop, the lit candles were burning, and the topographic map of Jakarta spread out on the table clearly showed the streets of Jakarta's city defenses, various important target points, and in a corner in the southeast of the city, there were red pen marks.

"I, and the other detonators, will arrive at the various detonation sites in an hour's time to infiltrate, and then, at ten o'clock sharp, start with this building near the Governor's Palace, and detonate each explosion point one by one from east to west......"

“…… Within half an hour of the explosion, Arrozo, you and your men must find a way to get rid of the guards here. Zheng Tianfang's finger pointed to the southeast corner of the city, where was the Dutch arsenal, in addition to guns, there were about 50,000 catties of gunpowder and other military supplies.

"That's fine, with our fighting power. Those Dutchmen simply could not be our opponents. Aroso nodded, and continued to wipe the brand-new revolver in his hand with love.

"I know, I mean, I hope you can be as careful as possible, with fewer casualties, and most importantly, capture and blow up their arsenal." Zheng Tianfang's young face looked so old and serious at the moment.

"Well, okay, we'll definitely finish it, but why don't we hold it after the occupation? You know, there are enough ordnance there to equip thousands of people. Aroso licked his lips, his eyes greedy like a thug about to break through the doors of a bank's vault.

"Those ordnance are quite useful, but do you think you can hold it with more than 100 of you? You know, what the young master needs is to make Jakarta City lose the courage and confidence to resist, not to make those Dutch feel that they still have a chance to turn over, so the arsenal must be blown up, first, you don't need to wait there to die, and second, even if the Dutch want to resist to the end, the weapons and artillery in their hands can't fire a few shots, and they can't fire a few shots. When the time comes, they will only have to defend the walls by spitting. Zheng Tianfang's analogy made these guys all laugh heartily.

"The important thing is that we need those natives, we need them to rush into Jakarta and do things for us, to do what the Dutch used to do, and they used to support the countless sins that those natives committed against us Chinese, and now, the retribution will be on them, I don't know if they will think of what it means to be clear in heaven and unhappy with retribution." Zheng Tianfang's hand slammed on the map, and next to him, several Chinese with the same black eyes and black hair as him were also full of happiness.

"May God forgive them." Aroso and the others just shrugged their shoulders, they really didn't have much say in this kind of national issue, but they also knew very well how many dirty and despicable things the Western colonizers had done in the colonies over the years.

"Let God forgive, but our young master will punish them." A Chinese pirate had a sinister smile on his lips.

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"How? Nothing, soldiers, cheer me up, and don't give the enemy a chance. Behind us are tens of thousands of compatriots, whose lives need to be protected. De Kohler patrolled the walls, cheering on the soldiers.

Although the Governor had been given a day to consider it during the day, De Kohler and the Dutch officials did not believe that the pirates, who had been recruited by the British East India Company, would abide by such a gentleman's agreement. To this end, the 2,000 soldiers stationed in Jakarta left 100 soldiers and 500 recruits at the eastern, southern, and western gates, and mobilized almost all the remaining soldiers to the north gate. After all, the opponent is from the sea, and if he wants to attack, he can only attack the city of Jakarta from the direction of the port terminal.

Of course, in order to prevent the occurrence of an internal attack like Makassar that would lead to chaos in the whole city, patrols were also placed in the city and a curfew was imposed.

"Sir, are you really sure that the gates will open when the time comes?" An indigenous general, who was almost completely **, adorned only with bird feathers on his head and body, and a strange pattern on his face, asked a Westerner beside him.

"Of course, I can assure you of that, but I hope that your soldiers will have the courage to storm into Jakarta like you, General, and raise your weapons against these Dutch who have exploited you." The Westerner glanced behind him at the sharpened sticks in the hands of the stupid native soldiers who were sitting on the ground in a daze with bird feathers on their heads, and felt that he had insulted the term by the name weapon.

"Of course, don't worry, the warriors of our Mataram Kingdom are the best at fighting on the entire island of Java, and our soldiers can even pierce the enemy with their spears. That one...... Mr. Edward, could you please send me another musket, it's powerful enough to kill people and glance at it. As General Mataran spoke, his eyes slipped back to Edward's.

Edward rolled his eyes covertly, but snapped his finger at the guard behind him, who muttered something disgruntled before pulling out the short torch from his waist and handing it to the native general.

After taking the firearm, the smile on the native general's face grew, and he even claimed that Edward was really a friend. "Friends like you, you won't want to kill Lao Tzu." Edward had a smile on his face, but he was actually full of contempt for these greedy and shameless natives. He turned his face and continued to look at the South Gate of Jakarta, about a mile and a half away from the jungle where they had been ambushed.

By the light of the torches on the head of the city, it can be seen that the Dutch defense of the south gate is not tight, within the range of 500 meters that Edward can see clearly, there is only a Dutch soldier patrolling about 50 meters, and looking at the clothes on their bodies, most of them are new soldiers, it seems that the Dutch have deployed heavy troops to the north gate, and Master Liang's plan is now half successful, and the rest depends on whether the brothers in the city can complete their task.

On the dark street corner, an indistinguishable figure moved slowly in the dim corner, at this time, there was a sound of neat footsteps from the street corner not far away, and the figure that was still moving just now froze instantly, and then stood still.

The light of the torches flickered only as the Dutch patrol passed through the street, and the gray-black garment on the man's body blended in well with the night, and it was hard to tell that there was a man standing there.

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As the patrol's footsteps faded away, a young face emerged from the darkness, it was Zheng Tianfang, who had been plotting in Arrozo's dye shop more than an hour earlier.

Wiping the sweat on his face, trying to make his breathing appear calmer, his eyes looked around vigilantly, and then quietly moved to the opposite side of the street, poking his head out to the corner of the street, which is only three hundred meters away from the Dutch Colonial Governor's Palace, but the Governor's Palace is brightly lit at the moment, and the surroundings can be described as three steps, one post, five steps and one sentry, and there is no way to get close at all, which makes Zheng Tianfang can't help but be glad that the explosion point he chose is the building opposite the Governor's Palace, not the Governor's Palace, otherwise, tonight, There is a good chance that the explosion signal starting from here will not be able to be completed.

After moving a few more steps along the corner, and finally came to the back door of the building opposite the Governor's Palace, Zheng Tianfang took out the tool from his arms, inserted it into the keyhole, and after pulling it out, he opened the back door very easily, and then got into the back door like a light civet cat.

Zheng Tianfang cautiously moved around the building, which was an office building of the East India Company, and after night, no one except a night watchman would come or go, but Zheng Tianfang still did not dare to be careless.

After going down the wooden staircase to the second floor, Zheng Tianfang's whole body was already soaked with sweat, and he was in a utility room on the second floor, where a full two hundred catties of bitter acid that they had managed to smuggle in were piled up.

Just when one of Zheng Tianfang's feet touched the floor on the second floor, he heard a faint snoring sound from the room next to him, Zheng Tianfang gritted his teeth, moved to the front of the room, and used the tool in his hand again to gently open the door of the room, inside, a Dutch night watchman in his fifties was leaning on a chair and dozing, in front of him, there was an empty wine bottle, and a bottle of wine that was half left.

Zheng Tianfang calmly walked behind him with light steps, and slowly pulled out a three-edged military thorn painted black from his thigh, which was about half a foot shorter than a standard bayonet, but it was easier to carry.

Zheng Tianfang took a deep breath, and suddenly covered the night watchman's mouth and nose with one hand, and the three-edged military thorn in his hand pierced the night watchman's left chest and heart with great precision, and then pulled out the military spurt as fast as possible, and heard a sound of spurting blood, and the blood gushing out instantly dyed the white wall crimson, and hideous, as if it was a sign that this would be a night of blood and killing.

"What time is it?" Liang Pengfei bit his cigar and stood at the bow of the battleship, thick smoke kept gushing out of his mouth, and the red cigar butt was as restless as his emotions.

"Ten o'clock in two minutes." Bai Shusheng took out his pocket watch and confirmed the time.

"Okay, wait two more minutes, I hope those bunnies don't disappoint me......" Liang Pengfei's eyes showed a cold light of gloom. Shi Xianggu pursed her lips, and a pair of eyes as bright as stars also looked at Jakarta that seemed a little silent.

The husband's plan can be said to be perfect, but no matter how perfect the plan is, if it is not completed, it is just a plan.

As if in response to the expectations of Liang Pengfei and others, a light suddenly lit up in the center of Jakarta City, and then a loud sound like thunder suddenly reached the ears of everyone who was anxiously waiting for news on the side of the ship.

(To be continued)