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Volume IV: Prosperity 63 The Wind Rises (3)

Banda Aceh, a Dutch name, is called Kota Raja in the Muslim world. This important city in the northwest corner of Sumatra is rich in natural resources, rich in pepper, rubber, gold and silver, as well as oil and gas resources, but it has not yet been developed.

Hundreds of years ago, Muslim traders came across the sea, and their descendants founded a great kingdom of Aceh there, which for a time ruled the Malay Peninsula and controlled the pepper trade in the South Seas.

Today, the glory of the past has turned to the clouds, and the flag of the Kingdom of the Netherlands flying high above the municipal building of the colonial government reminds those who pass by from time to time that there is no Kota Raja here, only Banda Aceh, and that you are all subjects of the queen and must accept the queen's rule.

Hassan's heart ached slightly, he looked at the two sentries at the gate of the city hall, his little hat crooked to the side, a little sloppy, his eyes were scattered, and he was not vigilant, chatting with a lewd smile on his lips.

Hassan couldn't help but shake his head, a little puzzled why the land of the Kingdom of Aceh was ruled by these garbage scum.

The Dutch never stood guard, and the people who stood guard were natives.

Although Hassan looked no different from the two natives standing guard, Hassan hated to shoot the two filthy fellows with one shot.

Because they were Javanese, the most ferocious doglegs of the Dutch colonists, they followed the Dutch from the island of Java to come here, and in the course of decades of conquest, the Dutch and Javanese slaughtered at least half a million Acehnese and destroyed the Kingdom of Aceh, and the two sides were already unfathomable enemies.

"Let's go! Hassan. Seeing that the two guards came over with an unkind face, the attendant next to him pulled Rahassan by the arm.

In 1913, the Dutch and Indian colonial authorities defeated the resistance led by the Sultan of Aceh, which had been persisting in the mountains and forests for more than 30 years, and completely occupied Aceh and incorporated Aceh into their colony.

Although the kingdom of Aceh was over, Hassan's group of independent elements who did not resist the enslavement still persisted in the struggle. In the past few years, their career has fallen into a low ebb, but in the past two years, the Free Aceh Movement has been revitalized again with the assistance of the Nanyang Chinese.

"Let's go! Hassan. Time is running out. The attendant next to him urged.

"Hmm." Hassan nodded, looking at the flag of the Kingdom of the Netherlands fluttering in the air. After a while, they came to the port of Simawe, one of the two great ports of Aceh.

Late at night, Hassan's figure appeared in the harbor, and there were a dozen more stocky youths around him. The group quickly climbed onto a fishing boat and headed out to sea by the light.

Half an hour later, a fast freighter approached from the sea, and a beam of light shone through, flickering and dimming.

"It's coming! Hit the signal! Hassan ordered.

As usual, after confirming with the other party, Hassan boarded the freighter that hid layers of shady scenes, the ship was not big, only a few hundred tons, but it brought Hassan surprises again and again.

It's said to be a pirate ship, but who cares?

"My friend, are you alright?" A white man with a beard walked over with a smile.

This man's name is Hill? Ki'an, a free ship owner from Medan, often foraged for food in the Java Sea, robbed many merchant ships, and was an extremely vicious pirate.

In the past two years, I don't know why I specifically fought against the Dutch and hijacked many Dutch merchant ships. The Dutch fleet looked for him several times, but did not find him, but he did not expect him to run to Banda Aceh.

"Well done last time, congratulations on taking out that damn Dutch soldiers, my boss is happy." Kean enthusiastically pulled Hassan into the cabin.

The entourage next to him tried to stop him, but was stopped by Hassan with his eyes. He knew that Kean would have some secrets to tell him, so maybe he would get any benefit from this pirate this time?

Sure enough.

"This time I want good things to be cheap for you. Before I do it again, I have something to say to you. Kean whispered.

"Medan wants you to make a big move! For example, attacking the city hall or the port barracks or something. Kean looked at Hassan with some sternness, feeling a little relieved.

This young Acehnese was single-handedly selected and nurtured by him, and after a few beautiful actions, he has matured.

Kean is not only a pirate, but also an agent sent by Medan, attached to the newly established Military Intelligence Agency, and the big boss is a smiling man, Thomas. Medan was about to move, and the guerrillas in Aceh needed to make a big move to attract the attention of the Dutch.

"Assault on the city government barracks?" Hassan's brow furrowed, it was too difficult. He shook his head, "We lack weapons and ammunition, and we don't have enough manpower, so I'm afraid it will be difficult to attack the city government." ”

"I've got the weapons ready for you, 1,000 rifles, 20 machine guns, 20 mortars, it should be enough to deal with the more than 1,000 Dutch troops."

Kean said with a smile, he knew that there were now five or six hundred warriors under Hassan, and there were tens of thousands of people in the tribe he controlled, and he could pull up a team of thousands or hundreds of people at any time.

"Our men are not well trained, and they are not sure about the Dutch army!" Hassan hesitated, feeling a little stiff in his tone, and he added. "At least after a period of training before you can fight."

"Nope! No, you don't. I really can't think of what kind of waves can be stirred up by the Dutch and Indian colonial forces that have been attacked in the early morning or evening. Unless you can't even deal with a few Javanese! Then don't try to defeat the purebred Dutchmen. Kean looked at Hassan, who was prevaricating, with a slightly displeased face.

The Dutch army stationed in Aceh was mainly lazy Javanese soldiers, and Dutch officers often drank the blood of soldiers, so such an army had little combat effectiveness. Otherwise, several actions of the guerrillas of Free Aceh would not have been successful.

Looking at Kia's contemptuous attitude, Hassan's face turned red and he felt a little angry in his heart. He was a little tempted, and felt that there was some truth in Kean's words.

After several attacks, Hassan found that the colonial army was too disciplined and would likely be overwhelmed in an instant if it were attacked by a powerful force.

"Who says we can't even deal with the Javanese? I'll teach them a lesson right away. "Hassan can't refuse Kean's kindness after all.

"Hmm. That's the attitude. I'm sure you'll succeed. If you destroy the Dutch and Indian armies and defeat Banda Aceh, I will increase my support for you. Next time the number will be this! ”

Kean opened his palms and moved his five fingers, it was obvious that he was ready to support Hassan's weapons of five thousand men, provided that Hassan made achievements and proved his strength.

As if impressed by Kean's temptation, Hassan took a deep breath and nodded intently.

Looking at Hassan's righteous appearance, Kean was a little amused, and said, "Your attitude is very good. To help you succeed, I'm willing to offer more help. Intelligence, money, and if you can't handle it, we can also shoot some troops to help you. ”

Hassan's words startled Hassan, and he nervously asked, "Is there going to be a move over there?" ”

Two years ago, Hassan had trained in a security company in Medan, and when he returned, with the support of Kian, he reorganized the Free Aceh Movement and raised guerrilla units.

He knew that if Medan made a move, the consequences would definitely be turned upside down, unlike the small fights in Aceh.

A keen sense of smell!

Kian commented on Hassan in his heart. He smiled, noncommittal, and looked at Hassan sincerely.

"If Free Aceh wants to overthrow the Dutch and Indian colonial government and restore the Kingdom of Aceh by itself, we must also strive for freedom and equality and freedom from slavery, so we are allies and are closely related.

Now is a good time, why not give it a go? Do you want to see forever the flag of the Kingdom of the Netherlands flying high over Aceh, while the Javanese still swagger and bully you Acehnese at will? ”

Kean was kind and seductive.

A few hours later, before dawn broke, Hassan and the others' fishing boats quickly sailed back to port. The young man of Aceh, who had been waiting on the shore for a long time, suppressed his joy and carried boxes of munitions from the ship.

For them poor haha, even an old gun with a smoothed rifling makes them happy.

Hassan looked at the elated young people of Aceh, his heart was a little heavy, and his heart immediately became excited when he thought of the next war.

Hassan clenched his fists. "Revenge! Kill the Dutch, kill the Javanese! "There's a voice in my heart that screams. ?????

Dawn breaks.

Banda Aceh, Simawi Harbor, the morning light is faint, a faint ray of morning light shines from the sea and falls on the tranquil harbor.

A Javanese sentry looked at the road in the distance, and behind him was a camp of several hundred people. After a night of frost, the sentry's spirit was a little dazed, sleepy-eyed, and his face was like a leaf covered with dewdrops, heavy and lifeless.

He looked at the woods in front of him blankly, and said in his heart: The guard will be changed in another hour, and at noon I can take time to comfort the Aceh girl at the entrance of the vegetable market.

The sentry thought in a daze.

Thinking of the delicate Aceh girl, he couldn't help but squint his eyes, leaned on the wall and fantasized beautifully, thinking of the wonderful, stinky and sticky saliva dripped down from time to time after a night.

Apparently this lovely soldier has failed in his duties. However, considering that the Dutch governor had given orders to be vigilant these days, but the Dutch were still drunk at night, and they didn't get up until three o'clock the next day, the little distraction of the Javanese sentry was really not harsh.

After a while, there was a rustling sound in the woods, and something was coming, and the footsteps were hurried and dull, interrupting the reverie of the lovely Javanese sentry.

He reluctantly opened his eyes, and saw a row of dense shadows flickering in the haze, and hurriedly rubbed his heavy eyelids, and a look of shock crept up his face in an instant.

Not far away, less than fifty meters away from him, a group of ragged armed men with weapons in their hands rushed over,

The faces of these uninvited guests were tense, and their faces were strict, as if they were suppressing something?

Murderous! They suppress their murderous spirit!

Approaching the camp and seeing that the enemy did not react, the armed men of Aceh showed an excited smile on their faces, and it was clear that the conspiracy had succeeded.

The murderous aura woke the Javanese sentry, his eyes wide open, his dilated pupils full of horror.

He wanted to shout, but his voice had not yet come to his senses, and after a slight pause for a few tenths of a second, he finally let out a scream that broke the silence of the barracks.

Hassan flew over and slashed at the unscrupulous and conscientious Javanese sentry.

"Kill!"

With a wave of his hand, the murderous Aceh soldiers rushed up from behind, smashing into the unsuspecting enemy camp like breaking into their own vegetable garden, which was full of blank cabbage at their disposal.

The Dutch and Indian troops were caught off guard, unprepared, and were subjected to a bloody massacre, and screams resounded through the barracks.

Dutch officers and indigenous soldiers lived separately.

The Javanese soldiers, without the guidance of Dutch officers, were like a flock of dazed lambs, scurrying with their heads in their hands, unable to fight back.

Well, while sleeping their weapons were chained together, on the grounds that the Dutch officers were afraid that they would complete the rebellion.

There is indeed a rebellion, but it is not the cunning and perverse Javanese natives, but the vicious and hateful Acehnese.

The leaderless Javanese soldiers were slaughtered, and the Dutch were not spared. In this barracks of several hundred people, there were more than a dozen Dutch servicemen, all of whom were high-ranking officers.

A Dutch officer saw several Aceh soldiers coming to the door and hurriedly opened fire, knocking down the Acehnese soldiers who were about to rush in. The other Dutch officers in the house also came to their senses and drew their weapons and shot out.

This was the height of the battle, and the Acehnese soldiers, who were not very good at marksmanship, rushed several times, but did not rush into the Dutch officer's quarters.

Apart from this, the Javanese soldiers were either disarmed or died at the guns of the Aceh soldiers, unable to organize an effective counterattack.

"Hey, hey! City government? This is the port camp, we have been attacked by the enemy, send troops to help?????? Hey, what? You've been attacked—"

A clever Dutch officer yelled into the phone with a look of horror.

Boom!

Suddenly, several grenades flew in from the window next to them, blowing the people in the room to pieces, the phone stopped abruptly, and a section of the microphone fell from the air and landed on the floor with a corpse.

After a while, the elated Acehnese soldiers walked in and cleared out the corpses inside, and several of the Dutch officers were not yet dead, and the benevolent Acehnese immediately mended them.

A similar situation played out elsewhere in Banda Aceh, where the Acehnese forces suddenly attacked and annihilated the Dutch-Indian army that had caught them off guard.

The city hall, the military barracks, the Dutch banks, the vaults, and the companies all fell into the hands of the Acehnese, and at the city hall in Banda Aceh, Hassan was overjoyed at the results of the report.

In this battle, they captured 810 rifles, 15 machine guns, 1,200 grenades, and three old 75 mm mountain guns.

In addition, there were 100,000 guilders and $200,000 worth of supplies, which had been expropriated from the Aceh by the Dutch colonists and were now back in the hands of the Acehnese.

The capture on the battlefield is enough to double the strength of the Free Aceh Movement, and if Kian can deliver the 5,000 weapons and equipment provided by the Free Aceh Movement after the occupation of Banda Aceh, it will not be long before the Free Aceh Movement has tens of thousands of troops. At that time, it will also have the strength to fight against the Dutch. If you can--, preferably too-

Hassan thought hesitantly, and his ambition swelled unconsciously.

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