The soldiers of the Ming army, wearing gas masks and carrying bayonets and rifles, poured out of the open city gate like a torrent pouring out, stepping on dead bodies everywhere and emitting rancid blood and mud, and fiercely crashed into the yellow-green poisonous mist. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The next moment, the tucil killing began.

Those true Zhu warriors who struggled in the poisonous fog, screaming in horror and running away, had no ability to resist, and they did not have any courage to resist, when those strange-looking figures emerged from the poisonous fog one by one, holding rifles and stabbing sharp bayonets into their chests, they did not even have the ability to dodge let alone resist, they could only watch in despair as the bayonet pierced into their hearts, and they could only kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, but everything was in vain, and those Ming soldiers wearing gas masks had no mercy.

Their duty is to kill.

Kill all the enemies in their path.

With the bones of the enemy, for their children and grandchildren, to carve out an incomparably rich land, on this island covered with thick volcanic ash, there are countless plantations, spices, rubber, coffee, sugar cane, oil palm, and even a seed sown here will bear abundant fruits, there are also gold mines, iron ore and even oil and coal, and all this will be the wealth of their descendants.

As long as they can kill all these people in front of them.

The unbridled slaughter was carried out frantically around the coconut city, and the rifle in the hands of every Ming soldier in the poisonous fog kept stabbing forward, and each stab took the life of a Javanese, and the dead bodies kept piling up under their feet, and the blood kept gathering under their feet......

Next year there will be a good harvest in this land.

And the same killing is going on in Surabaya, in Langchuan.

Surabati, a Javanese hero who had fought against the Dutch since then, was similarly stumbled in both cities, with impregnable barriers formed by fortified concrete forts and barbed wire, and then cannons and breech-loading guns weaving a web of death. The Javanese warriors, led by the Ahou and shouting the slogan of the true zhu, fought for faith and freedom and dandandan, piling up mountains of corpses and blood outside these two cities.

Warriors have turned to mud, faith has turned to despair, and freedom is still out of reach.

More than a third of the death rate eventually collapsed the attacking Javanese in both places.

And then what fell on top of their heads, the same duke bombs.

In the yellow-green poisonous mist, those desperate true warriors fell powerlessly on the ground soaked in the blood of their compatriots, watching the enemies who were like demon gods, wearing strange masks pouring out of the poisonous mist, looking at their ruthless gaze behind the glass lenses, looking at the sharp bayonets that reflected the cold light in their hands, watching the bayonets pierce into their hearts, only then did they know that the gods could not save themselves, only then did they know that the scriptures were useless, and only then did they know that their piety could not be exchanged for anything.

They're just a bunch of mustards.

Live like mustard, and die like mustard.

There will be no gem-encrusted paradise, there won't be a whole bunch of grubbing girls, in reality they will only turn into a pile of maggot-eaten mud.

Of the 250,000 Javanese young men in the three battlefields, less than 70,000 escaped the killing spree, and 50,000 of them surrendered, only 20,000 actually hid in the jungle and mountains, and the other 170,000 were all reduced to maggot-eaten mud, along with their Sultan Amenggula III and their hero Sulabati. After the latter was gassed, along with several sons who had insisted on resisting the Dutch in history, they were all nailed to death by the Ming army with bayonets, and as for the 50,000 people who surrendered, they were divided up by the slave traders who couldn't wait, and what awaited them was the doomed fate of being cut into slavery.

It was a hearty cleansing, and after this time there were no more Javanese.

"Order all armies, pursue on all fronts, and target the port of Chiraza!"

Chen Tai rode his beloved Andalusian horse, stood in a sea of blood that seemed to stretch endlessly, and stepped on the corpse of a British advisor who was not yet fully dead.

"Also, destroy all the yin shrines along the way, burn all the evil books and apocryphal scriptures, from today there is only one god on the island of Java, that is our Emperor Majesty, from today on, anyone who dares not to worship His Majesty will be a capital crime, and all will be killed, and all things with non-Chinese character marks, books, signboards, and carvings will be destroyed as long as they are not Chinese characters, from today onwards, only Chinese characters are allowed to be used on this island, and no other scripts are allowed, and those who dare to teach other languages in private will not be killed!"

Then he commanded.

"Understood!"

The commander of the 31st Infantry Brigade immediately agreed.

As for the language, this will take time to solve, anyway, with the gradual demise of the Javanese people, the proportion of Chinese here gradually increases, and it won't take many years for no one to speak Javanese, after this war, Java Island is basically pacified, 250,000 young adults are almost equivalent to all of this island, even if there are few left, the others are nothing more than a group of old and weak women and children, these people are also useful, those who came to develop the Ming plantation owners also need to work, They forbade the use of native male slaves here.

They can only use women.

Fortunately, in this place of Java, in fact, the people who work are women, and these remaining women are not wanted by domestic slave traders, even domestic slave houses, which happens to be cheaper for local plantation owners.

The Ming army in the three places, which received the order, immediately began to sweep southward, and at this time, there were not many people in the land of Java who could take up arms to fight, and even the remnants of the young men who escaped from the battlefield no longer had the courage to face the Ming army. More than 20,000 Ming troops, plus temporarily conscripted reserves and reserves, a total of more than 40,000 troops, from north to south like a steamroller crushing all the old imprints, faithfully carrying out the orders of their commanders, destroying all the evil cults, burning all the evil books and apocrypha, smashing all the things with old words, and by the way, also burning all the little mantis that dared to block the car with their mantis arms.

At the same time, the news of the crushing defeat of the Javanese or the total annihilation of the army also reached the port of Chiraza.

"Retreat, retreat immediately!"

Admiral Bing did not hesitate to give the order.

Saying that, this result did catch him off guard, but it was not a big deal if he really counted it, anyway, his fleet had gained enough rest, all the supplies were well stocked, the soldiers had been recuperating for a long time, and even the bottom of the ship had been scraped clean, although some warships were missing, but he was confident that he was still an invincible overlord on this sea.

"Admiral, where are we going next?"

The commander of the Dutch fleet asked.

"To the east, if we encounter the main fleet of the Ming army, we will start a decisive battle, if we can't meet them, then we will go through the Lombok Strait, then go west into the Java Sea, and then go north to Annam, the Zheng family will welcome us, and then use Annam as a base to attack the coast of China to complete the mission of our trip!"

Admiral Bean said.

This is his backup plan, if they can't seize Java Island and go north, then it is undoubtedly very risky, because they will lose contact with the rear, so they must have a stable base, a base that can provide them with all the supplies including even ammunition, and Annan controlled by the Zheng family is their only choice, and it is a good move to arm Annan to strengthen the Zheng family, threaten Yang Feng from the southern front, and even kill his puppet Ruan family.

However, what he was looking forward to was that the main fleet of the Ming army would not allow him to pass, so that he could fight a decisive battle with the main fleet of the Ming army west of the Lombok Strait, as long as the decisive battle was won, the rest would not be worth mentioning.

However, he didn't know that he couldn't leave at this time!

"Ming fleet!"

Just as he had finished saying this, suddenly an officer rushed in and said somewhat excitedly.

"The main fleet?"

Admiral Bin hurriedly said.

"Yes, the main fleet, the cruiser Agile, reported that the main fleet of the Ming army was found thirty nautical miles away from the port, not one of their subfleets, but all the capital ships of the Nanyang Fleet, four second-class battleships, twenty-three third-class battleships, and forty three-masted cruisers, and they are heading here!"

The officer said excitedly.

"Immediately order all battleships!"

Admiral Bing shouted without hesitation.

The decisive battle, he finally waited for the decisive battle, happiness came so suddenly, the decisive battle he had been waiting for for months actually came, and then he only needed to defeat this fleet to completely seize the sea dominance, and then sail out of the Lombok Strait and go straight north to the coast of China, to bombard the cities, and cut off the connection between the Chinese mainland and the garrisons in Southeast Asia. At that time, all the natives in the land occupied by the Ming army would unceremoniously rise up to resist the rule of the Ming army, and then the Ming army's strongholds, which had lost their native supplies, would be attacked by countless natives because of the exhaustion of ammunition.

If the Chinese emperor did not want to lose all of Southeast Asia, then he had to give in and surrender Ceylon to England, the Spice Islands, and half of Australia.

In this way, he could also keep Luzon, Annam and the Malay Peninsula.

As for whether the naval battle could be won, this Admiral Bin did not have the slightest doubt, seventy battleships against twenty-three, although the latter had forty cruisers, but such battleships and battleships were not comparable, although the firepower was actually not weaker than that of small battleships, but the defensive capabilities were not of the same level, and a forty-two-pound flowering shell could hit hard.

In the port of Ciraza, the alarm bells on the battleships rang one after another, and the sailors on the shore immediately boarded their ships as fast as they could, hoisted their sails, put away their anchors, wiped their cannons, checked their ammunition, and sailed out of the harbor where they were anchored, sailed out into the blue sea, and sounded the horn of the decisive battle.

But they did not know that between them and the enemy there was a belt of mines a hundred miles long and five miles wide.

Three thousand anchor mines were also waiting for them. (To be continued.) )