Pontianak, Kadriya Palace.

"Your Majesty, give the order! Our people are ready, and Yang Yuan has also sent a team of brothers to help, and the more than 1,000 Javanese in Pontianak can be solved with one charge. ”

Carrying his beloved Remington 870, Mahathir said with a look of pride.

He really didn't take the Javanese people of the security team into account, so far his subordinates have expanded to more than 2,000 people, of which 200 are equipped with Remington 870 given by Yang Feng, and the remaining more than 200 use all kinds of firearms that were captured and given by some wealthy Chinese businessmen, of course, this is not important, the important thing is that Yang Feng directly transferred a company of elites to him, and the leader of the team was Han Xu, who was famous in Surabaya.

Hami II was still hesitating in front of him, although he was the prime minister, but in fact he didn't even have a cabinet, because it had always been the Security Committee in charge of management, so now it is the same members, but the name of the member has been changed, whether it is the Javanese parliamentarians who have developed hatred with the Malays, or those Chinese parliamentarians who are mainly leftists, are not ready to really hand over power to him.

"Your Majesty, the old Sultan is not as mother-in-law as you!"

Chen Kai, who was sitting under him, said lightly while blowing tea foam with a teacup.

"Chen Gong, can you be sure that the Chinese in the security team will not participate in the war?"

Hami II said.

This is what he is most afraid of at present, the Chinese members of the security team are not comparable to the garbage of the Javanese, they are all elites who have fought guerrilla warfare with the Japanese army in the jungle for many years, and there are more than 1,000 people in Pontianak alone, if these people really help the Javanese, even the Ming army has no chance of winning, as for those people under Mahathir, he grew up in Europe, and he never pinned his hopes on these people.

"I can't guarantee it, but I can guarantee that if they go to war, then I will stand in front of their guns, I have known the old sultan for decades friends since he was running around the streets with bare pi shares, he died at the hands of the Japanese people, and now help his descendants, I will throw out the old bones!"

The old guy said with a domineering look on his face.

Of course, the reason why he is so confident is because the people who came forward to block the muzzle of the gun with him, as well as the elders of the Chinese security guards' families, these old guys have deeply understood Yang Feng's purpose. To put it bluntly, it is to constantly consume the power of the Javanese and Malays, and let them kill each other as much as possible. When the number of Chinese is overwhelming here, the land is completely Chinese, even if there is a Malay sultan, it is not a big deal, he has played with these sultans for generations, and he knows very well the level of these guys.

"Okay, it's done!"

Hami II said viciously.

Chen Kai nodded approvingly.

Immediately after that, a plan of the streets of Pontianak unfolded in front of Han Xu and a Prussian officer who acted as an adviser, and the former combat staff officer of the mustachioed General Staff quickly formulated a battle plan based on various factors such as the strength of the troops, positions, combat effectiveness, and even the weather of both sides, and then began to act separately.

Pontianak, a major camp for the Javanese security forces.

Two sentries were standing lazily in front of the door.

"Cigarette seller, come here!"

A sentry shouted at the vendor who walked in front of him.

The vendor with the cigarette cabinet around his neck immediately said yes and walked up to him, and another sentry came over, one of whom took two packs of cigarettes, and then waved his hand very casually, signaling the vendor to get out of here.

"You haven't paid yet?"

The peddler said weakly.

A sentry glared at him, and made a gesture of picking the 38 big cover on his shoulder, and the peddler quickly turned his head away with great interest.

"Mada, there's so much to do with a pack of cigarettes!"

The sentry scolded and smoked a cigarette, and his companion took out a match, and they were looking down to light a cigarette, not noticing that the peddler with his back to them was smiling strangely, and at the same time had an extra Mauser in his hand, and opened the head of the machine in the stunned gaze of a Chinese passing by, and without hesitation, he shook off the cigarette cabinet and turned around suddenly.

The sentry who had just lit the cigarette looked up, and then a dense burst of bullets erupted from the muzzle of the peddler's gun, and the two sentinels who had gathered together were struck into a sieve by the bullets before they could barely react.

As the gunshots rang out, the Javanese who were doing nothing in the yard suddenly blew up the nest, and the dozens of people who reacted first immediately rushed to the gate with rifles, and just arrived at the door, an MK2 grenade fell directly on their heads, and the two nearest Javanese were blown up at once.

"Chase!"

The captain in the back, looking at the fleeing attackers, shouted angrily, although the Malay guerrillas often attacked them, it was the first time that they had been so arrogant as hitting the door.

After the grenade exploded, the Javanese security guards immediately rushed out, chasing them while firing their guns indiscriminately, seeing the attackers burrow into an alley, these guys chased into it without thinking, and just as dozens of people rushed inside, a group of Malay guerrillas armed with Remington suddenly appeared at the entrance of the alley opposite.

"Get down!"

The captain of the security guard screamed in terror, and in his shout, eight remingtons on the opposite side spewed flames at the same time, and in an instant the alley turned into hell, and seventy-two projectiles swept wildly, beating the Javanese to the ground. Taking advantage of the chaos, the gunmen stood there arrogantly, constantly reloading and pulling the trigger until all the bullets in the guns were gone, and by this time none of the thirty or so Javanese who had rushed into the alley were standing.

At the same time, a large number of Malay guerrillas armed with Remington emerged from the alleys, and the more than 100 Javanese who were pursuing them were immediately encircled, and fierce street battles began.

"Quick, request reinforcements!"

A Javanese officer who was lying in the corner with a gun raised and shooting shouted at his men.

Without his request, the whole Pontianak was already in chaos at this time, and a large number of security guards poured out of the barracks and began to surround the fighting positions, including those Chinese security teams also began to prepare for dispatch. Because the Malay guerrillas only attacked the Javanese and not the Chinese, the Chinese security forces and the Javanese were always stationed separately at the insistence of the local gentry.

But just as the Chinese security team was about to go out, strange teams blocked their doors.

"What are you going to do?"

In front of the gate of a security team, the captain who was leading his subordinates out looked at the pile of old men and old ladies in front of him in amazement.

"Go back, stay honest."

Standing in front of him was his own father, glaring at him sternly.

"Get out of the way!"

The captain roared angrily, he was not a fool, of course, he immediately understood that today was premeditated, and a trap must be waiting for the Javanese.

Before his father could speak, his mother ran out of the crowd, grabbed his arm, and pulled him away with a handful of snot and tears, and the captain squatted directly on the ground with his head in his hands in despair.

"We can't do this, this is betraying comrades, we must go and help them, comrades, rush out with me!"

An officer was still unwilling, brandishing a pistol to try to boost the fighting spirit of those security guards, but it was useless, and the people who were blocking the outside were the parents of these security guards, so how could they rush? The traditional Chinese thinking in Nanyang is particularly stubborn, far from the young people armed with progressive ideas in China, looking at their relatives in front of the door, listening to the increasingly fierce gunfire in the distance, no matter how encouraged the officer is, none of the security guards moved, they are all there, you look at me, I look at you, some helpless even sat on the ground like their captain.

The same scene is playing out in several other Chinese security camps.

But the Javanese security team that was being reinforced did not know this, and still rushed out of the military camp to kill the place of battle, and they also did not know that in the dense forest around the city, there were more than 10,000 armed Malays, of course, there were only a few firearms, most of them were balemon knives or bamboo spears and the like, but the huge numerical advantage was enough, and the main task of these guys was not to fight, they were cleaning, to completely clean up the Javanese people in the city.

"Don't leave a single one left, think about how we attacked them when we hid in the jungle, if they attack us instead, then we don't expect to live a stable life, except for women and children, all adult men don't stay!"

Next to Han Xu, Mahathir said viciously to his subordinates.

His subordinates nodded without hesitation, and their faces showed irrepressible excitement, killing adult men, the women and their property left behind must be their own, who doesn't like this kind of good thing.

Looking at these guys who were like wild dogs ready to grab food, Han Xu couldn't help but show a sneer of disdain.

At the same time, the radio next to him was constantly broadcasting the location of Javanese reinforcements.

Eight groups of scouts with radios on their backs had long been hiding in the small city.

After estimating the time against several ambush points marked on the map, Han Xu immediately said to Mahathir: "Do it!" ”

Mahathir waved his hand excitedly, and more than 10,000 Malays immediately howled and slaughtered into Pontianak.

At the same time, a group of Javanese security teams fell into the hell of death almost at the same time.

(Thanks to the book friend Youfeng, aidshe for the tip.) ）