Coming out of the Li ancestral hall, with his father's instructions, Wang Wenshan followed behind the two soldiers, mounted a war horse, and ran towards the suburbs.

As the sturdy horses galloped through the streets, Wang Wenshan endured the bumps and soon left Jakarta and continued along the main road that had only been built in recent years.

But after a bag of cigarettes, a small town appeared in front of him, and Wang Wenshan knew that this town was the first big town on the main road out of Jakarta to the south.

There are a dozen Dutchmen in the town, there are telephones, and there are thousands of Dutch East Indians living in the town.

There are more than a dozen large plantations in the vicinity, all of which belong to the Dutch Chamber of Commerce, and these Dutch people manage these plantations, and the thousands of Dutch East Indians in the town depend on these plantations for their livelihood.

The previous governor, who was a pragmatist, requisitioned hundreds of thousands of Dutch East Indies to widen roads on several large islands in the Dutch East Indies, from Jakarta to several larger cities in the interior.

This was the preparation of the Dutch in preparation for the use of trucks to speed up the flow of goods within the colony.

Eight years ago, German car companies produced their first trucks, and trucks are no longer a rarity in Europe, with several trucks in Jakarta dedicated to transporting important goods.

Wang Wenshan has also seen trucks, but compared to the long queue of trucks parked on the road in front of him, the only few trucks of the Dutch are garbage.

Heavy tires, a thick skeleton, a fully enclosed cab, glass, doors, and an all-steel cabin are far from comparable to today's humble trucks.

Wang Wenshan didn't understand this, he just felt that the Kawen in front of him was very powerful and beautiful, and he would definitely be able to transport more goods.

But what really caught Wang Wenshan's attention was the artillery towed behind these trucks, one by one hanging behind the trucks, and there were heavily armed soldiers standing in line on the trucks, as well as a large number of iron boxes.

What puzzled Wang Wenshan was that there seemed to be no one else in this town except for these soldiers.

What about the Dutch East Indians and the Dutch?

Wang Wenshan was not a stupid person, riding a horse and following the two soldiers who led the way, through the town, he saw a group of soldiers, standing on the edge of a burning pit, thick smoke billowing up from the pit, with a pungent smell.

On the edge of the earthen pit, bloody corpses were piled up, and several soldiers carried the corpses into the fire pit from time to time.

It doesn't need to be understood, so the picture says it all.

Burn the corpses, and those corpses are the inhabitants of the town.

Looking at the situation, there seems to be no life, Wang Wenshan did not feel the slightest discomfort in his heart, but had a kind of comfort from the bottom of his heart.

After passing through the town, Wang Wenshan saw four large pits in the burning procession, more corpses, and the end of the long procession.

Here, many women in military uniforms are caring for a group of babies, all under the age of three, who are fed with milk.

Following the two soldiers dismounted, someone stepped forward and saluted and asked, "This gentleman is the guide." ”

"Yes, in Xia Wang Wenshan, Wang clansmen, I will take you to Bandung, there are my clansmen in Bandung, I will inform them to cooperate with your actions." Wang Wenshan hurriedly said, the person in front of him who asked was very elegant and polite, which surprised him, and he thought that these soldiers were all the same cold.

"Then please ask Mr. Wang to get in the car."

Hop on the first truck, and the convoy sets off immediately, with a prepared breakfast, milk, jerky, and bread.

This was prepared for Wang Wenshan, and the soldier who drove the first truck let him eat with confidence.

Last night a. I didn't sleep at night, I came here on horseback early in the morning, my stomach was empty, Wang Wenshan was not polite, and ate all the breakfast he had prepared for himself.

Wang Wenshan looked left and right in the car curiously, but he didn't seem to see anything famous, so he asked the soldier driving the truck: "This military master, did everyone in the town die just now?" ”

"You don't have to be afraid, we won't hurt any law-abiding Chinese compatriots, and we don't need to be so polite." The soldier driving the car did not answer Wang Wenshan's question, but clarified the relationship between the two sides.

But there was no need to answer, as I passed through the village in front of me, and I saw dozens of soldiers, all the corpses in the village, all of them were put together, and all the men were killed, leaving only young women and children.

"You'll get used to it quickly." The soldier driving the car, spoke.

"I'm used to it now." Wang Wenshan nodded and said.

Along the way, all the villages, without exception, were cleaned, and all the people they met on the road were also killed.

However, in two hours, Wang Wenshan found that he was really numb, and these soldiers did not show any mercy when they killed people.

On the contrary, Wang Wenshan has seen a lot, and he is faintly a little unbearable, and he is also afraid of these soldiers who kill people without blinking.

The most terrifying thing is that the killing efficiency of these soldiers, along the way, every time they pass through a village, that village is already full of corpses.

Only then did Wang Wenshan know that not only the roadside villages along the way, but also the villages in other places would also be cleaned up.

Can't understand this killing. Killing, the only thing that made Wang Wenshan feel a little relieved was that these cold soldiers were not in a hurry, not only would they not kill those ignorant children, but they would also give them food and take care of these innocent babies who were still nursing.

Such images are played out all over the vicinity of Jakarta, where corpses are burned in the pits dug out one by one, and in this era, killing people is really simple.

And the closed message makes this kill. The killing became quiet, and no one knew about it unless it was encountered with their own eyes.

In just a few hours, most of the villages along the way from Jakarta to Bandung were all killed. Kill the empty and let the marching troops feel like no one.

The deepest feeling is Wang Wenshan, who saw all this with his own eyes, if it weren't for being among these soldiers and listening to their laughter, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to kill these cold people. Killers, connected with normal people.

For those Dutch East Indians, the cold side of these soldiers is terrifying, and on the other side of the coldness, these soldiers are the big brother next door, optimistic and positive, and very kind.

The two extremes made Wang Wenshan even feel that these soldiers had a blood feud with these Dutch East Indians, otherwise, would it be just an order that would be carried out so thoroughly?

Wang Wenshan didn't know, and he was afraid to know.

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