Burning torches gradually lit around the street, and a heavily armed Chinese soldier gradually emerged from the darkness around the street, repeating the phrase loudly in their native accents, with enthusiastic smiles on their faces.

The familiar faces of the Chinese were revealed in the eyes of the Jakarta Chinese who hid in the window and looked out in horror, first surprised and incredulous, then confused, and finally surprised, because among those soldiers, there were many Chinese who came to this grass shop two months ago to make a living in various ways.

"They...... Who are they? A restaurant owner, stunned to see his former shopkeeper, actually equipped with the kind of musket that the Dutch are equipped with, dressed in a straight military uniform, standing on the street not far away, loudly signaling that the Chinese in the grass shop street do not need to be afraid, nor do they need to panic, they have no malicious intentions, they have come here to protect the safety of their compatriots.

"It should be a good person." The six-year-old son of the restaurant owner, staring at a pair of big black eyes, looked curiously at the shopkeeper who suddenly disappeared this morning, he still remembered that he had bought snacks for himself, and when the children on the other side bullied him, it was he who stood up and protected himself behind him.

"Good guys?" The owner of the restaurant took a deep breath, tightened his hand around his hand, and then handed him over to his wife, and pushed the closed door open with her worried eyes.

"Wu Jinshui, who are you kid?!" The innkeeper stepped on the doorstep of the restaurant, and shouted loudly at the empty street, where only the shopkeeper who had suddenly disappeared this morning and now suddenly appeared.

"Boss? Hehe, I'm sorry boss, I didn't mean to deceive you, my name is indeed Wu Jinshui, but my real identity is a soldier, a soldier. The soldier, Wu Jinshui, smiled at the boss and replied aloud, the smile on his face so relatable.

"Whose soldiers are you?" The restaurant owner's footsteps slowly descended the steps, but his voice was full of doubts. He could see that Wu Jinshui did not have the slightest malice.

Although the two of them were the only ones answering each other on the street, almost every pair of ears in every house was now held high, and their hearts were also full of the same doubts as the restaurant owner.

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"We are the Liang family's army, and we are Young Master Liang's soldiers." Wu Jinshui tried hard to make his body more upright, and replied loudly in the proudest tone. "Do you know Lan Fangguo? The Dutch in Jakarta want to occupy Lan Fang Country, and want to turn us Chinese into their laborers, their slaves, Luo Fangbo, the general manager of Lan Fang Country, found our young master. So, here we are, the Dutch fleet has surrendered to us, and the Wanjin army they sent to invade Lanfang has been completely annihilated by our Liang family's army!

We just want those Dutch people to understand that we Chinese are not a nation that is bullied at will, and we are an army that exists to protect all Chinese compatriots, and we are the children of all Chinese compatriots in the world. ”

"Zidi Soldier ......" The restaurant owner chewed on this rare word, and looked at this man with a musket on his back, a knife pinned to his waist, the clothes on his body open in the middle of his body, beautiful metal buttons, and the eyes that were still full of kindness and affinity under the iron-gray steel helmet.

"Uncle Jinshui......" At this time, there was a childish call on the steps of the restaurant, Wu Jinshui turned his face and saw the fat son of the restaurant owner waving his fat little hand to Wu Jinshui in the arms of the restaurant owner's wife.

"Hey, little shopkeeper...... Come, Uncle Jin Shui brought you something good today, do you want to eat it? It's toffee. Wu Jinshui put his hand into his arms and took out two candies wrapped in tin foil.

"Mother, let me down, let me down!" The little guy's eyes lit up, and his hands pushed hard against his mother, who had tightened his floor.

"Aning, let him come over." The restaurant owner sighed softly and said. The restaurant owner's wife was a little hesitant, but she still listened to her husband's words and put her son down, but the anxiety and worry in her eyes could not be erased.

Wu Jinshui opened his arms, bowed his body, and at the moment when the little guy rushed to him, he picked him up, and pricked his short lips and whiskers to the little guy, and then handed the toffee into the little guy's hands.

"Are you really here to help us?" The restaurant owner was still a little unconvinced, he looked at his son who was chewing milk candy beautifully in Wu Jinshui's arms, and even called his delicious son, and muttered quietly, as if he was asking himself, and as if he was asking Wu Jinshui in front of him.

Lan Fangguo, of course, the restaurant owner has heard that Luo Fangbo, the general manager of Lan Fangguo, is the pride of almost all Nanyang Chinese, and the name of Lan Fangguo not only curses those Western colonizers, but also makes those Chinese compatriots who have fallen into the abyss of suffering in Nanyang as a symbol of hope.

Some time ago, the Dutch in Jakarta sent a large army to attack the country of Lan Fang in Borneo, and at that time, almost every Chinese in the grass shop street fell into a kind of dullness and worry, as if the last glimmer of hope in their hearts was about to be extinguished.

However, just a few days ago, there were suddenly some rumors circulating in Caopu Street, saying that the huge fleet sent by the Dutch to North Borneo and nearly 10,000 soldiers had been completely wiped out, which had made the Dutch panic, although they couldn't believe that this was the reality, but they also faintly prayed that this rumor was the reality, and this ambivalence existed in the hearts of almost every Chinese in Caopu Street, Jakarta.

And now,

"Of course, we are all Han Chinese, we are all from the same situation, if we don't help you, will we still help those damn Dutch, or those filthy natives?!" Wu Jinshui couldn't help laughing.

"Uncle Jin Shui, there's still sugar, right?" At this time, a timid voice sounded from Wu Jinshui's side, startling Wu Jinshui, who was patronizing and laughing, and then noticed that there was a delicate and lovely little girl beside him.

"It turned out to be Xiuying's little girl, why did she come quietly, scaring you Uncle Jin Shui, of course the sugar is there, come, this is for you." Wu Jinshui happily took out the candy from his pocket again, and as a result, several closed houses opened the doors again, and many little guys were a little timid, and some rushed over, anyway, one sentence: Uncle Jinshui, we also have to eat toffee...... －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－

Seeing that the heavily armed Wu Jinshui surrounded a group of children and surrendered again and again, the restaurant owner subconsciously grinned and wanted to laugh, but he felt that he shouldn't laugh, but when he saw Wu Jinshui begging for mercy with his pockets in embarrassment, he couldn't help laughing heartily, laughing so much that even tears came out, slapping his thighs and shaking his head again and again.

At this time, many adults also came out of their families, and almost every street in the grass shop street was repeating such a story, and the original fear in the hearts of the Chinese people in the grass shop street was gradually dispelled by the innocent laughter of the children who snatched the candy, and was replaced by a simple and timid, but with a joy of hope.

"Soldiers...... In the world, the children and soldiers of all Chinese compatriots, this sentence is really good. The owner of the restaurant took a deep breath of air, and at this time, the sound of explosions and gunfire came from the direction of Jakarta again, but he no longer had the urge to run away, he was curious, almost all Chinese were curious about a question.

"Brother Jinshui, what happened to Jakarta?" The restaurant owner cleared his throat, and there was a hint of respect in his tone. "Why is it like that, one moment it is an explosion, another moment it is a gun, isn't it your brothers who are fighting those Dutchmen?"

"There, it has been used by our young master to make those Dutch and those Javanese natives commit suicide. Our young master said that in the future, this will become our own Chinese home, and there will be no more Dutch people riding on our heads, and we will not let those natives bully our brothers and sisters at will. Wu Jinshui finally used the last two candies to exchange his steel helmet back, and after putting it back on, he quickly fastened the strap tightly, saving these reckless little guys from snatching it again.

"Brother Jinshui, you mean that the Dutch are fighting with the natives in Jakarta?" A sturdy and even a somewhat fat middle-aged man asked Wu Jinshui with some caution.

"Of course, hehe, our young master made people pretend to be British, promised countless conditions that would not be fulfilled at all, to instigate those natives to attack the Dutch, and now in the city of Jakarta, there are twenty or thirty thousand natives who are fighting with the Dutch." Wu Jinshui had a wicked smile on his face, but in the eyes of these Chinese people on the grass shop street, he looked so amiable and cute.

(To be continued)