"Listen to this rhythmic explosion, Dutch colonists, for it will be your nightmare night, but our joyful festival." Liang Pengfei flicked the cigar head into the sea and laughed heartily. The sound of explosions, as if a tall giant, with his heavy steps, trampled the earth out of one deep pit after another, causing the lava to erupt from the ground.

Jakarta, which had been silent, boiled instantly, as if countless volcanoes were spewing hot magma wantonly, and at this moment, the southwest corner of Jakarta suddenly bloomed with the bright light of the night, and the whole Jakarta groaned in pain in this huge explosion, and the terrible mushroom cloud mixed with flames rolled into the sky, making people have to look up at this terrible power beyond human power.

At this moment, the city of Jakarta is in chaos, with cries, explosions, gunshots ringing everywhere, and the fear that continues to tear people's nerves through the city of Jakarta is tightly choked by the residents of the city.

"Order the troops, suppress all the disturbances, send someone to put out the fire, go quickly, and you, go over immediately, see if those robbers have destroyed the arsenal, how much can be saved, try to save it, tell the soldiers at the north gate, let them be on alert, and guard against their sudden sneak attack......" Groening, the governor of the Dutch colony, who was wearing a set of pajamas inside, hurriedly draped in his coat outside, and holding a short fire gun inside, and didn't even have time to put on a wig, stood within the high walls of the governor's palace, surrounded by many guards of the governor's palace, Orders were given quickly. Even the Governor's Palace Guards were sent by him to send two teams of fifty people to strictly inspect the buildings around the Governor's Palace to see if there were any suspicious people, and to check whether there was any gunpowder that had not exploded.

Before the violent explosion woke Groening from his sleep, Groening was having a nightmare, but when he opened his eyes, he realized that he was far luckier in his dream than in reality.

Just opposite the Governor's Palace, the tall building had collapsed, and the buildings on the left and right were also ignited, and that's not all, when he hurriedly put on his clothes and rushed out of the door, he heard again the explosion that shook the whole of Jakarta sounded in another place, and it didn't take long for it to explode again, as if he had woken up from himself, and the explosion had not stopped, and there were explosions and fires everywhere, screams and cries all over Jakarta, just as he gave the order to make people crush, As a terrifying mushroom cloud rose from the southwest corner of the city, Groening felt his soul tremble.

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The arsenal, the only arsenal in all of Jakarta, has now become a terrible, thick cloud of flames floating into the sky, at this time, Groening does not even have the energy to curse the damned thugs sent by the British or the annihilation, only thinking about how to keep Jakarta from becoming a ruin, just like back then, more than a hundred years ago, to be exact, in 1619, the Dutch and the British colonists fought a very tragic battle in the city because of the battle for Jakarta, Nearly 10,000 soldiers were put in from both sides, and as a result, the British finally surrendered, but the whole of Jakarta was reduced to ashes.

History is repeating itself. Groening's hand pressed tightly to his somewhat dizzy forehead, he didn't know what the British would do, but if it continued like this, the whole of Jakarta would surely become the grave of the Dutch, as it had been in 1619.

Dense gunfire suddenly came from the direction of the east and south cities, and this sudden change made Groening's expression even more ugly. "Your Excellency, what the hell is going on, my God......" An Eastern India Company executive, who had just arrived here in a horse-drawn carriage, could not help drawing a cross on his chest when he saw the tragic state of the building in front of the Governor's Palace.

At this time, the high-ranking personnel of the Dutch East India Company also rushed to the governor's palace as fast as they could, and before they could begin to discuss how to deal with it, a nobleman living in the east of the city, escorted by a group of gun-wielding attendants, stumbled over.

"Governor Groening, go and save Dongcheng, send troops to rescue Dongcheng!" The nobleman, Earl Nelson, pushed aside the guards and rushed in in stride.

"The gates have been opened, and the armies of the natives, from the south and east gates, have stormed into Jakarta, and are burning and looting in the neighborhoods of the east and south cities. With only a nightgown wrapped around his body and a bloody wound on his arm, Earl Nelson, who was extremely embarrassed, could be described as crying with a handful of snot and tears.

"How many of them are there?!" The bloodshot in Groening's eyes almost burst, and his roar was like that of a howling wild dog in the wilderness.

"It was too dark to see clearly, but there were natives everywhere with bird feathers on their heads, and if it weren't for the twenty or so attendants around me who were desperately protecting me, and their main force hadn't arrived yet, I wouldn't have been able to escape. My wife and son are now hiding in the cellar, Your Excellency the Governor, please hurry up and send troops. ”

"Send troops...... What other soldiers can I send in my hands, there are 600 soldiers at the east gate and the south gate, and now I have less than 300 guards from the governor's palace with me, can I solve the problem if I send them? Groening almost sat down on the ground, and there was nothing but despair in his eyes.

"Governor, Your Excellency, this is not the time to be in jail, you should think about how to keep Jakarta and protect our people in the Netherlands." Van Persie, who had arrived at the governor's palace on horseback instead of in a carriage, rushed forward, shook the already collapsed Groening vigorously, and roared loudly.

"Is it too late? Van Persie, you don't have to comfort me. We're done......" Groening grinned bitterly at the corners of his mouth. In exchange, it was a slap in the face of old Van Persie's beard. The resounding slap not only woke Groening, but also stunned those who were still panicking.

"Your Excellency, please forgive me for my rudeness, but now is not the time to give up on ourselves, we still have a chance, do you understand?!" Van Persie Sr. roared and silenced the scene.

"Do you have a way?" Groening's eyes lit up.

"Look at the north, there is no movement there at all, the first time I heard the explosion, I rushed to the north gate, and those pirate ships moored on the periphery of the harbor except for the lights are still on, the battleship has not moved at all, at this time, your Excellency the governor, it is time for you to make up your mind, immediately transfer the heavy troops of the north gate, and slaughter all the native pigs that should go to hell. At the North Gate, we have 2,000 elite infantry and 3,000 recruits, enough to drive the timid and cowardly natives out of Jakarta. ”

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"But if they also want to attack, won't Jakarta be finished?" Sneijder cautiously offered his opinion on the side.

"That's right, so Your Excellency the Governor, send someone to negotiate with the mastermind behind the pirates now, and hold them down, so that the tens of thousands of Dutch in Jakarta can escape. Otherwise, if those robbers of the sea also move, then in the whole of Jakarta, there will definitely not be a single Dutch who will survive, think about Makassar and how they did it, you should be clear. Van Persie's words made the executives of the Dutch East India Company, who were qualified to know about the tragedy in Makassar, shiver instantly.

Now, if anyone has a better way, ask him to speak. Otherwise, please make your decision quickly. It's not just about your life and death, it's about the lives of tens of thousands of Dutch people in Jakarta! "This sixty-year-old, weathered old man looks more like the governor of the Dutch colony at the moment, if it weren't for the fact that he was not a nobleman, perhaps, this position really wouldn't be Groening's turn to sit, even so, the first thing Groening did after taking over as the governor of the Dutch colony was to hire the old Van Persie as his confidant, at this time, this resourceful old guy really lived up to his expectations.

"Yes, Your Excellency the Governor, this is the best way at the moment, not only for ourselves, but also for the Dutch in Jakarta, Your Excellency the Governor, make a decision quickly, it will really be too late now." Sneijder was the first to step up and agree with Van Persie Sr. Soon, all the executives of the Dutch East India Company agreed with this decision, after all, it was the only solution to the problem at present.

"Well, as you mean, my friend, if you live, you will be a hero to all of us, dear Mr. Van Persie." At this moment, Groening's eyes finally began to sparkle with hope.

This veteran in his sixties and over a long period of time looks more like the backbone of everyone at the moment.

"Young master, why don't we take advantage of this time to fuck the hell and just kill all these Dutch." Liang Pengfei's side, a group of muscular and simple-minded pirates were all itching, eager to rush up and fight happily.

"Nonsense, you don't make trouble for the adults, if we send troops at this time, the adults' previous plans will be in vain, do you know it?" At this time, Sun Shijie, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but shout in a deep voice.

"Brother Shijie is right, if we send troops at this time, this Jakarta will probably become a ruin, and there are probably not a few Dutch left. In this way, what is the point of us occupying this place? Ni Ming also shook his head.

Here, these guys still want to talk crookedly, at this time, Liang Pengfei, who has been observing Jakarta City, spoke: "I didn't think there were really smart people, originally I thought that these Dutch people would really have to wait until tomorrow morning to wake up, but that's fine, anyway, it's either the indigenous or the Dutch who died, of course, now, the more indigenous people die, the better it is for us." ”

In the distance, a clipper boat was rapidly cutting through the water, rushing towards this side, on the boat, a silver-haired old Van Persie held a white flag, looking up at the tall battleship, gray eyes full of mixed emotions......

(To be continued)