No matter how determined the Dutch were to fight, the fact that from the moment the walls were breached, it basically meant that Batavia was about to fall. Romance debutant?? Eight?one?? Chinese Literature Network??? ?.?Although the existing defenders of the city still held the barricades of the city, it was obviously only the wishful thinking of the Dutch to rely entirely on such rudimentary fortifications to organize the advance of the Matalans when the enemy had already entered the city. Both in terms of strength and desire for victory, the Dutch were now completely at a disadvantage.

The defenders who did not have time to evacuate the defense line of the city wall, except for a very small number who insisted on fighting to the death, a considerable number of them chose to surrender to save their lives. In particular, the temporary troops who were forcibly conscripted into the city defense army in the later stage of the war were almost all ordinary people who had never been on the battlefield, and they had neither a strong will to fight nor skilled enough combat skills to protect themselves, and soon gave up resistance after being surrounded by the Matara Blue Army.

However, these poor men who chose to surrender were not forgiven by the Matarans, who were immediately escorted en masse to the front lines after their weapons and armor were confiscated, and the Matarans drove the prisoners with spears and swords to the barricades erected by the defenders in the city. It is clear that the Mataran do not want to waste precious food supplies to feed these prisoners of war, and they do not even have the patience to build a prisoner of war camp to hold them, but they intend to fill these people directly into the battlefield as cannon fodder.

If the defenders were not able to deal with the prisoners of war, the Mata Blues who followed closely behind would be able to storm the barricades and advance towards the center of the city. If the defenders continued to fire indiscriminately, there would be no real losses for the Matar Blues, but it would have consumed some of the defenders' ammunition and continued to shake their faith in battle.

"Fire!" Faced with these unarmed cannon fodder, Bart's voice gave the order without the slightest sign of wavering. For him, his own people who have already surrendered to the enemy are of the same nature as the enemy, not to mention that any mercy and hesitation at this juncture will only lead to the complete collapse of his own camp. As a high-ranking officer who can still command operations on the front line, he will never allow such a thing to happen. As for whether he will be infamous after the war, Bart doesn't care - let's live until after the war.

The musket bullets knocked down the front row of prisoners, and the rest of the men retreated in panic, but there were still swords and guns waiting for them on the way back, and it was wishful thinking to save their lives. The first batch of prisoners of war, who were used as cannon fodder, survived on the battlefield for less than two minutes before they all fell under the attack of the warring parties.

Barth's determination bought the defenders precious time to regroup, and when the defenders retreated back to the barricades, the entire defensive surface was greatly reduced, and the limited number of troops could be gathered on the defensive nodes of several major blocks, so that the Matar Blues who had already stormed the city had to pay a greater price to conquer these rudimentary street fortresses.

After the Matara Blues were not in a good attack, they were not as anxious as before, and now that they had entered the city, it would be difficult for the exhausted defenders to expel them again. So-in-law Sokol said that the most famous Yanqing girl said that the Mata Blues set up camp on the front line of the city wall and began to clean the north gate - as long as the gate passage was cleared, then the heavy cannons could be transported into the city to fight the stubborn Dutch. Most of the artillery in the Matar Blue Army was sold to them by the British, which was more than enough to deal with the six-pounder guns on the barricades in the city.

Of course, in addition to dredging the city gates, the Matara Blue Army that had already entered the city was not idle, and the few artillery pieces on the city wall that could still be used for combat were quickly counted, and then a lot of manpower was used to hoist them into the city.

Before the sun set, two heavy 12-pounder city defense guns were erected on the street through the city directly opposite the north city gate, although the defenders of the opposite barricade made a timely judgment on the intentions of the Matara Blue Army and opened fire to stop it, but the Mataran army used a large number of dirt bags to build fortifications in advance before the artillery entered, and the fire output of the defenders only slightly slowed down the movement of the Matara Blue Army, and did not really play a role in stopping it. The first shot fired by the Matara Blue Army smashed a masonry fortification about 200 meters away, and more than a dozen defenders stationed behind the fortifications were either killed or wounded, and immediately lost the ability to continue fighting.

The night had saved the defenders once again, and instead of braving the darkness to continue their assault on the city, the Matarans concentrated their manpower at the north gate to clear the main access to the city. The defenders, on the other hand, were reinforcing the barricades and fighting to the death in the dark of night against the Mataran pioneers who had infiltrated the city with a small number of houses.

For the defenders, who had been fighting for many days and were exhausted, the Mataran Vanguard, wearing a black cloak and covering their heads and faces with black cloth, was simply a demon in the night, and it was unknown which corner they would suddenly emerge from, or jump off the wall and cut their comrades or their own throats with their short knives. These fellows were not in love with war, and they were always repulsed with one blow, leaving the battle so quickly that the Dutch could not pursue. So much so that the Dutch officers had to order a reduction in the area of their arming and patrols, and to concentrate their manpower as much as possible, so as not to be found by the Assassins lurking in the dark.

The people in the Dacheng rice store were also uneasy this night, although the Dacheng rice store in the western part of the city was not located in the place where the enemy troops entered the city, but the enemy army had already come to the door before dark. Thankfully, as Bart had predicted, the Matarans did not try to embarrass Cheng Dapeng and others, as they needed to continue to maintain Batavia's normal operation after the war, and a steady supply of food was an indispensable part. As one of the largest grain merchants in the Batavian grain market, Dacheng Rice's stock can partially solve the food gap that the Mata Blue Army cannot fill.

The man who visited Cheng Dapeng was an army officer named Sukarno, but his name had nothing to do with the family of Su Minggang, a Chinese in the city of Batavia, who was a native of Nanyang. After Sukarno met with Cheng Dapeng, he immediately proposed a proposal that Cheng Dapeng could not refuse at all: "Our commander hopes that Dacheng Rice Store can immediately organize a batch of grain from Champa or Annam to be transported here, and we will buy this batch of grain from you at a reasonable price." ”

Cheng Dapeng was overjoyed in his heart, but on the surface, he still had to pretend to be bargaining: "I don't know what the reasonable price the adults said? After all, these grains come from the north by sea, and the freight must also be recorded in the cost." ”

"It's okay not to be lower than the local food price before the war?" Sukarno didn't intend to bargain with Cheng Dapeng slowly, and directly gave a standard, but there was already a little impatience in his tone.

"Of course, of course. I am willing to do so. Cheng Dapeng changed the topic and said: "But several ships of Benmi Xing were docked in Batavia Port before, and after many days of fighting, I don't know if they are still there at this time." If there were no ships, the villain could only sigh with admiration. ”

It is true that there were three Cantonese ships anchored in the port before the war, but because the Dutch had only evacuated their own armed merchant ships before the war, a large number of civilian ships were not notified in time, and the port had already fallen. It is unlikely that the Matarans were a civilized man, and the ships docked in the port of Batavia had probably been requisitioned long ago. After all, they need to maintain tens of thousands of people here for a month's operations, and the transportation pressure on the sea logistics supply line should also be considerable.

Sukarno did not deny Cheng Dapeng's speculation: "All the ships in the port are currently requisitioned by us, and we will try to find Dacheng Mixing's ship and return it to you after the war." But until then, we'll provide ships, as long as you send people to help us buy food from other countries. ”

Sukarno's condition mentioned this, so naturally Cheng Dapeng was not allowed to find an excuse to refuse. Cheng Dapeng could only pretend to nod helplessly and said, "Okay, the villain will send someone to take a trip...... It's just that after the grain is bought, the adults don't forget to pay. ”

Sukarno snorted and said, "As long as the grain is bought, your money is indispensable! Take this token, after dawn, let your people report to the West Gate, and someone will take him out of the city and on the ship." ”

Cheng Dapeng reluctantly sent away Sukarno, who looked impatient, but his heart was happy. This month has been a headache how to send the high-value information collected recently to the north, and I can't imagine that it is the Madalan people who finally help me. Although the war seems to be coming to an end, if this information can be sent back one day earlier, it will certainly be of great use.

The most southerly intelligence post of the Haihan Security Department on the Indochina Peninsula was at Vung Tau Port, which was previously under South Vietnamese rule but was later occupied by the Occupy states during the civil war. After that, the two countries also fought several times over the ownership of this port, and in the end, the Annanites, who could not take advantage of it, simply promised this place to Haihan as part of the plan to open the four ports in the south - I can't get it back anyway, if you want to take it, just go to the trouble of Zhancheng.

Although the relationship between the Haihan and the Champa states was not as close as that of Annam, and it was not possible to obtain the right to govern the port of Vung Tau on the same terms, it was still possible to set up a merchant house and official institutions in the area. Prior to the occupation of the Ambuna Islands, the intelligence collected by the Security Service in Batavia and the South Seas was sent to the port of Vung Tau for processing. However, the distance between the two places is nearly 2,000 kilometers, which is really far, so after Haihan took the Anbuna Islands, the intelligence station of the Ministry of Security was able to continue to move south. In addition, because the port of Ambuna is stationed with travelers, it is equipped with radio stations and information transmission tools of the era, so the timeliness of intelligence is even stronger.

If the Mataran people want to use Cheng Dapeng's purchase channel to buy grain in the Champa city, the fleet will definitely pass through the waters of the Guò Ambuna Islands on the way, and when the time comes, they can find a reason to make a short stop in the local area, and complete the handover of information by the way. This requirement of the Mata Blue Man is simply a sleepiness and a pillow for Cheng Dapeng, and the timing could not be more perfect.

The information that needed to be sent back to the base camp had already been sorted out, and it was transcribed into several small rolls of paper in secret language, which were easy to conceal whether they were carried close to their bodies or placed in the mezzanine of wooden boxes. In order to be safe, Cheng Dapeng decided to let the three of them go together, but he himself still had to stay in the city and continue to wait and see the changes in the local shape.

Perhaps worried that something would happen to Cheng Dapeng, the next morning, as soon as it was dark, Sukarno came with people again, claiming that the current war situation inside and outside the city was not stable, and in order to prevent accidents, he specially came to escort Cheng Dapeng's people out of the city and on the ship. However, Cheng Dapeng thought that the other party was worried that the grain merchant would bring cash out of the city, which might cause unnecessary trouble, so he specially sent someone to escort him.

However, this worry is a bit unnecessary, the three people on Dacheng's side of the rice store only have one suitcase of luggage, which can be carried by themselves, and there are not several boxes of gold and silver as Sukarno imagined. Sukarno couldn't help but ask Cheng Dapeng: "Guimi doesn't even bring any silver, is it planning to go to Zhancheng to buy on credit?"

Cheng Dapeng smiled and said, "That's not true, but we have a more convenient way to buy and sell locally." ”

After that, Cheng Dapeng took out a piece of paper with a beautiful pattern and showed it to Sukarno: "This is the cash check of the Haihan Bank, you only need to take it to the local place to pay the cash." However, the villain is familiar with the local rice merchants, and it is okay to directly trade with the other party with this cash check. ”

This Sukarno not only speaks Chinese, but also knows Chinese characters, and when he saw that the piece of paper was indeed marked with the words "silver one thousand taels", he couldn't help frowning and said: "Such a piece of paper, if it is snatched away, it will not be a thousand taels of silver?"

Cheng Dapeng explained: "This thing is named, and when you go to redeem the cash, you need to report an exclusive password to get the silver." Just having a check, no password, is also in vain. ”

Sukarno said stupidly: "If this silver trumpet is not sure to be paid, then what should it be?"

Cheng Dapeng said: "This can rest assured, Haihan Bank's reputation is excellent, and there has never been a situation where the procedures are complete but cannot be cashed." If that is the case, how can the merchants like us rest assured that the silver will be deposited with them?"

Cheng Dapeng actually has a sentence that he didn't say in his heart - this is the silver number opened by my family, how can there be a situation where it cannot be paid.

Although Sukarno was a little unsure whether Cheng Dapeng was bragging or really something, but looking at his convincing appearance, he didn't insist on letting him take the cash on the road anymore.