As night fell, the Dutch East Indians began to gather in large numbers towards Chinatown.

In the city of Jakarta, the whole city is completely darkened when homes are closed and lights are on.

Several streets near Chinatown were cordoned off, and Dutch troops marched in formation in these streets, lurking on the edge of Chinatown in order to ensure that the situation was brought under control in time.

In the silent night sky, there was a long howling sound of undulating sounds, and at the crowded Chinatown intersection, a group of Dutch East Indians wielding machetes climbed the barrier, followed by groups of Chinese men who were also armed with machetes.

At this moment, in the Li ancestral hall, all the Chinese patriarchs gathered here, and now, as Li Daolin said, they have no choice.

All the men went to the intersection to stop the crazy group of Dutch East Indians.

Li Daolin, who was in charge of commanding outside, stood at the front of the team, holding a pistol in his hand, and in the Chinese escort team, there were also some people who also held various firearms.

A long whistle came, the horn of attack had been sounded, Li Daolin lit the street one by one with torches, and the first Dutch East Indian climbed to the top of the obstacle, looked at the Chinese waiting below, jumped directly from above, and the machete in his hand slashed towards Li Daolin.

Li Daolin, who was dodging, was about to shoot, and the Dutch East Indians, who were still in mid-air, exploded their heads in an instant, and their brains and blood were scattered all over the ground, and many Chinese were all contaminated.

This made many Chinese all startled, only Li Daolin thought of Fan Yize and immediately settled down.

"Prepare for battle." Li Daolin shouted, and all the Chinese behind him clenched their weapons, and their eyes became firm again.

Behind him is his family, and he has to fight against the water.

At this moment, more and more Dutch East Indians climbed the obstacle and then jumped down, and the brutal slashing of hand-to-hand combat was staged.

Li Daolin, who was standing at the forefront, fired one after another, and the revolver in his hand killed several Dutch East Indians who jumped down, and he had no time to change the bullets, so he could only draw his big knife and block the machete that was chopped down.

In the attic, Fan Yize's muzzle was always aimed at the entire intersection.

The intersection was not wide, and the two sides were crowded together, and the swords had no eyes, but Fan Yize did not pay attention to the Dutch East Indians who had already entered Chinatown, but aimed his gun at the obstacle in front of him.

The Dutch East Indians were clearing the barrier made of wood, and a Dutch East Indian who was about to lift the wood suddenly exploded his head, and the two Dutch East Indians in front of him had a bowl-sized blood hole in his chest, and a third one. Leg blown up.

A 12.7 mm bullet is enough to turn a row of people into a string of sugar gourds, and if the angle is right, a shot is enough to penetrate seven or eight people.

Someone died inexplicably, which made the group of Dutch East Indians even more crazy, and the wood was broken one by one.

The tall barriers then dispersed, the logs rolled down, and the Dutch East Indians behind them all frantically flocked to Chinatown.

Just a sniper rifle, Fan Yize naturally couldn't stop these Dutch East Indians.

The Dutch East Indians who were rushing towards Chinatown, although there were people who were inexplicably killed in a row, no one stopped, and the Dutch East Indians on the streets of Zengge even crowded to the port.

The shouts of killing continued, and the Chinese who stood in front fell one by one, and there were no longer a few Dutch East Indies who died under their swords.

Gunshots, shouting incessantly.

Across the street, groups of Dutch soldiers, listening to the slashing and shouting outside, unconsciously clenched their rifles in their hands.

"There are Dutch East Indians, ah......" Suddenly, I don't know who shouted, in the dark streets, there was a Dutch voice, and there was a scream, as if someone had been killed.

"Damn, the Dutch East Indians are rushing over." Another shouted in Dutch, and at the same time the shots rang out, and other Dutch soldiers opened fire at the end of the dark street.

The place where the Dutch soldiers were hiding seemed to be attacked at the same time, and for a time there was a burst of gunfire.

One by one, the Dutch soldiers were shot and fell, and all sorts of Dutch shouts rang out everywhere: "Damn Dutch East Indian monkeys, they have rifles, are attacking us." ”

On the opposite side of the Dutch soldiers, too, there was a shout in Indonesian: "The Dutch army is coming, they are going to kill us all, fight them." ”

All kinds of shouts and shouts rang out everywhere, directly affecting Chinatown here, and a large number of Dutch East Indians who were storming Chinatown naturally could not understand Dutch, but they could hear the shouts and screams in Indonesian clearly.

The Dutch sent troops and were slaughtering them.

More and more Dutch East Indians ran towards the place where the screams were heard, and the Dutch troops, who did not know the truth, saw the figure in the distance and instinctively opened fire.

It's only a few minutes of effort, and there are gunshots everywhere, but here in Chinatown, Dutch East Indians are becoming less and less.

"Damn the Dutch, they kill people when they see them, they want to kill us all, don't care about the Chinese, kill the Dutch first......"

Among the Dutch East Indians, there were constant shouts, and in the darkness, many people rushed towards the Dutch, and the doglegs of Mahmud, just about to make a noise, the killers hidden in the crowd quietly killed them, and also learned their accents, and continued to guide these rioting Dutch East Indians.

And in the city of Jakarta, there are similar shouts everywhere, and in Jakarta at night, there are sounds of the Dutch massacring the Dutch East Indians.

At the intersection of Chinatown, all the Chinese were a little confused, looking at the rapid fading. I went to the Dutch East Indians, but I still don't know what the situation is.

Only Li Daolin thought of something again, but he wasn't sure.

"Brother Li, what should we do?"

The sound of inquiry from behind him pulled Li Daolin back, glanced back at the compatriots behind him, and said: "All the injured people went to the back to get injured, and everyone else is not allowed to leave, just wait here." ”

On the other side, on the small building where Governor Autrell was, listening to the dense gunfire around him, he turned around and asked angrily: "Hurry up and investigate, what is the situation?" ”

"Now is not the time to investigate, but all the rioters must be suppressed." Simon took a deep breath, although he didn't know why the conflict burned directly to his own troops, and it didn't matter why the patrols at the intersection didn't stop the Dutch East Indians.

Autrell was also well aware of the current situation, spit out a breath of turbidity, gritted his teeth, and said: "Kill all the Indonesians with weapons." ”

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