Almost instantly, all the windows on both sides shone at the same time, and the stormy bullets that erupted from the muzzles pierced the air with a piercing whistling sound, easily penetrating the bodies of the women and children, and splashing fire on the stone streets.

These poor people, who had just come out of the concentration camp, their skeletal bodies swaying like sandbags under the powerful impact of bullets, and one by one they fell in pools of blood with the smiles on their faces for the first time in four years.

"Fight back!"

The lieutenant held a Stern's submachine gun, and while firing frantically at the opposite window, he shouted at his slightly flustered subordinates, and the familiar voice of the 38 Dagai made him feel like he was in the jungle of Honsavady again.

Dozens of British and Indian troops who were suddenly attacked entered the battle state with extreme speed, and in the final analysis, they were all over the battle, and then the submachine guns in the hands of those squad leaders also spewed flames, and the infantry in the more ideal position directly took out grenades, and under the cover of their companions' fire, they threw MK2 grenades into the nearest window one after another.

But at this moment, the window of a small building diagonally opposite the front suddenly pushed open, and a striking flame erupted against the dark background.

The sound of the Type 92 heavy machine gun made the lieutenant let out a desperate scream: "Woodpecker! ”

In the open streets, no infantry could stand up to a heavy machine gun, even if it was a Type 92 with a reputation for performance garbage.

Behind that deadly window, Matsumoto, a former Japanese soldier, roared hysterically with a happy grin, watching the Anglo-Indian soldiers and Dutch civilians on the other side fall under his guns in pieces, while next to him, a soldier of the Javanese People's Security Army, somewhat flustered, kept pushing a plate of bullets into the supply port.

"Surrender, quick, we surrender!"

Modi, who was so hard to look up from the heavy machine gun, huddled in a corner and shouted loudly to his companion opposite.

He is a Muslim, he is a Tianzhu man, and he is also looking forward to being able to stand up, and he has no interest in fighting to the end with the Javanese who are also Muslims for this reason.

The other surviving soldiers also lost the courage to fight for the same reason.

"Bastard, don't forget our duty..."

The lieutenant's angry shouts came to an abrupt end, for their duties were no longer meaningful, and the women and children who had been escorted had all fallen in pools of blood, and some of the seriously wounded were still screaming and squirming there, but then they were bloodied by heavy machine gun bullets.

"These bastards!" He scolded indignantly.

But at that moment, his head shook violently, and then blood spurted out of the back of his head.

"We surrender!"

As soon as the lieutenant died, Modi did not hesitate to pull out a handkerchief and stick it out on the bayonet.

The gunfire on the opposite side gradually stopped.

Modi and the two dozen surviving soldiers raised their guns above their heads and walked out of hiding, while the Javanese also poured out with bayonets on their bayonets, stabbed them into the bodies of the struggling Dutch women and children, and then quickly surrounded Modi and the others, and then directly seized their weapons.

"You can't take our weapons."

A British and Indian soldier said with some dissatisfaction.

The Javanese officer opposite him suddenly showed a strange smile.

"What are you going to do? We are the Anglo-Indian Army. ”

Modi looked at the muzzles of the guns pointed at him and shouted in horror.

The Javanese officer sneered and waved his hand, and the dense gunfire rang out again.

"Look, inferior goods are inferior goods, to slaughter women and children, and to kill captives who surrendered, this is simply outrageous, and it is obvious that it is not only irresponsible to give the East Indies to the rule of such a group of bahoots, it is simply a crime, so follow my condemnation statement and hand it over to the radio station, and let them be inserted in the middle of every program."

More than ten hours later, Yang Feng sneered and said on Ambuna Island, and then handed over the condemnation he personally drafted to Lao Huang, his little butterfly wings did not change history, and what should have happened was the same.

Now his Ming Empire Radio Station has become the most popular channel in Southeast Asia, including those white people can say that they must listen to it every day, and even in southern China, some people with conditions must open this channel every day.

Quite simply, this channel is rich in programming.

From Aunt Wang, Grandma Deng, Granny Qi to Celine Dion, Adele, Taylor Swift, and even Alain. Jackson and dozens of other kings and queens across different histories, different countries, and even different races joined in, and then to the simulcast storytelling, opera and even Pavarotti's tenor, John. Lennon's rock music, and even the outrageous excerpts of the ghost blowing lamp, under such an all-round carpet bombardment, it is indeed difficult not to attract listeners.

"Sukarno is so stupid that he provoked the Britons, and now he will inevitably be whipped up."

Lao Lin gloated.

"Sukarno? I'm afraid he may not know about this ambush, of course, even if he does, he may not have the ability to intervene, he is just a tablet that has been enshrined by various forces. The Socialist Workers, the radical religious elements, the bandits, and now there is no mess in the Javanese army around Surabaya. These people look forward to war, only war can give them a chance to develop, they will not have any chance in a peaceful world, what they like is chaos, even if they don't mess up, they will be chaotic, they are like catfish in the river, muddy waters are their favorite. ”

Yang Feng said with a sneer.

Of course, muddy waters are also his favorite.

"This is your weapon, take these with ammunition for the time being, and then ask for it if you don't have it, you should already be very clear about my requirements, in short, do what I tell you, I will not forget your loyalty."

Pointing to a large box of Remington 870 and bullet-filled cartridge belts, he spoke to Mahathir and the ten cronies he had brought with him, as well as two members of the island's Malay Baath Party.

"Your Excellency, just wait for good news!"

Mahathir picked up a handful of Remington 870 and said with a sinister smile.

He and the ten cronies had already sent their whole family to the island, and immediately after that they were assigned housing, and when he walked into his house on the fourth floor, he looked at the walls that were as white as jade, looked at the silver glittering glass windows, the electric lights overhead, and the speaker boxes installed on the walls, and felt like a dream. He will never forget the scene when his wife collapsed directly to the ground when he walked into the house, although he scolded this woman who had never seen the world to disgrace him, but he himself was not weak in his legs.

Such a mansion is that white people have to be rich to live in, for such a house, let alone let him kill a few Javanese, that is, kill his own compatriots, or even kill white people without frowning.

His ten subordinates are in the same mood now, because the house they were assigned is no different from Mahathir's, God is pitiful, these people have never thought that they would have such a house since they were born, even in the most absurd dreams, it is not a house, it is simply heaven.

Well, in fact, at this time, most of the Malays didn't have any real houses at all, they just made a grass hut to protect them from the wind and rain, and then spread mats inside, and the adults and children of the family were on the mats, and they were considered to be living.

Yang Feng nodded with satisfaction, and then personally brought a bullet to him and hung it on his body and said, "Do a good job, I will be the introduction to you when you come back." ”

Mahathir trembled with excitement, and kowtowed to him directly on the ground, and several others also kowtowed, and then stood up one by one, with a resolute expression, and returned to Pontianak with pride and loyalty, to let out the roar of the people of West Borneo against the Javanese invaders.

Looking at their backs, Yang Feng smiled with emotion, at this time, people are easy to buy, a two-bedroom apartment of fifty square meters can let a person die for himself!

The houses he built on the island are all according to a template, a six-story unit building, a small apartment with two bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen and a bathroom, and so far more than 500 citizens of the Ming Empire have moved into the new houses, but because some supporting facilities have not yet been completed, they have to eat in the public canteen.

However, the supply of water and electricity has already been completed.

Although his power plant was never built, it was easy to use diesel generators from Hyundai to light hundreds of homes.

As for his real power plant, it will take a while, although the Ambuna Islands are the most famous natural gas fields in Southeast Asia, but the problem is that they are all offshore, even modern times are only small-scale development, with his current ability, there is definitely no hope, so he can only choose other ways. One is hydropower, the island is building a dam upstream of a major river to generate electricity, the original island of Ambuna also depends on this, and there is also a thermal power plant, which is certainly not something that can be completed by the migrant workers under him, and it is necessary to hire real engineering companies from Europe.

But this is not possible, at least in the short term.

He also had the easiest way to do it, but it would require a little else.

"Among the immigrants on the island, are there any who originally lived in Surabaya?" He asked Lao Lin.

"Yes, there are quite a few, I remember that there are more than 100 in the National Defense Force alone, not only in Surabaya, Batavia, Semarang, Bandung, there are many in these places, there are millions of Chinese on the island of Java, and there are more than 200,000 in Batavia alone." Lao Lin said busily.

"Pick out the army and let them go home, go straight home with their weapons, and bring back another radio station." Yang Feng said his army has expanded to a brigade and has even begun to be equipped with Type 86 infantry fighting vehicles.

"My lord, do you want to..."Lao Lin said suspiciously.

"Protect overseas Chinese, arm to protect overseas Chinese!"

Yang Feng said with a smile.

(Thanks to the book friend Yi Ge Yi Bo Yuntian, ☆ Reincarnation Dream ☆, Special Service 761 for the reward, I have received the signing information)