Just as Chen Anmin was annoyed and angry, and was about to whip up the old club to clean up again, a black cavalryman rode all the way on a tall horse.

The local Malays are generally darker because they have a lot of Negritan genes.

But it was clear that this cavalry was superior.

The cavalryman who came was not a Malay soldier, but a San.

Judging from the complexion and appearance of this Ah San, he is a high-ranking Ah San from a low caste in the southern part of the Deccan Plateau.

He stopped his horse, gave a British military salute, and in curry-flavored English, with a shaking of his head, reported to the British officer who was enjoying the shade under the plantain tree: "Mr. Ensign, the latest order of Mr. Governor, please gather all these Chinese on the dock and load the ship." ”

"Oh?"

Hearing the words "concentrated", "loaded", British Second Lieutenant Howard smiled meaningfully.

He has an older brother who works for the Metropolitan Police in London.

In a previous letter, his brother gave details about how the House Police and Border Guards in London arrested Jews and put them in a centralized manner.

"Treat these damn Chinese the same as Jews!"

Howard nodded, not doubting the identity of the other party and the authenticity of the order.

If the other party is a Malay, Howard may go the extra mile to further verify the identity of the other party.

But the other party is an Indian.

In Sarawak, what other sources do these Indians have besides working for the Governor's Palace?

What's more, it is even less common for Indians like this to speak English.

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The road from the Chinese school to the pier is not far.

Under the pressure of the bayonets of the Malay puppet army, Chinese men, women and children were driven to the docks like cattle.

Along the way, it is not that there are no young people who want to rebel, but they simply do not have the capital to rebel.

Only then did they regret why they did not have weapons in their hands, they did not have rifles.

"Friends come with wine, jackals come with shotguns!"

This is a folk song that has been sung all over the South Seas with the rise of Oriental Studies, and it has a special charm.

It's a pity that I don't know the meaning of the song when I sing it for the first time, and I am already a person in the song when I sing it again.

Oriental students who were active in Penang and other places have come to Sarawak to promote Oriental studies, and many Sarawak Chinese people also agree with their ideas.

Building a Greater China that can rival or even surpass the Caucasian race is indeed a fascinating vision.

It's a pity that the Chinese in Siwu and other cities in Sarawak are resistant to fighting and killing because of their commercial success.

Like Mr. Chen, there are many people who donate money and materials to the Ming Dynasty, but there are almost no young people who respond to the call of the Dongxue Party and form their own armed forces.

In their opinion, it was too dangerous to engage in armed struggle under the noses of the British.

If you don't get it right, it will cause you to catch fire.

If you do business honestly and make money, you can also succeed.

It was only now that they realized that they had been so wrong.

It is too naïve for the Chinese to endure hardships, be good at business, and like to accumulate wealth, but they do not seek political rights, do not form an armed force to protect themselves, and pin their illusory sense of security on the mercy of foreigners and the so-called "spirit of contract".

Contrary to Sarawak, they have also heard about some things in Penang.

After the Ming declared war on the British, the Anglo-Malaysian government immediately dispatched the military and police to take control of Penang, an important rubber producing area.

However, when more than 100 British GIs, with more than 2,000 Malay puppet troops, were ready to use a tea time to bring the Chinese to their knees, they were beaten in the face.

Under the resolute blows of the Chinese guerrillas in Penang, the British and Malaysian troops suffered heavy casualties and withdrew from the Penang area in disgrace.

This guerrilla detachment was well-armed and well-trained.

The leaders were a pair of siblings named Wu Peng and Wu Xiaomei (see Chapter 401).

Both siblings are rubber plantation workers and senior cadres of the Dongxue Party.

They also have a young man thousands of miles away, who is Gu Hongming, a famous scholar who lives in Edinburgh and is engaged in the creation of the "Death of the Sea" series of literature.

Gu Hongming and Wu Xiaomei are still a pair of childhood sweethearts.

However, Gu Hongming is a big pig's trotter, and when he arrived in Edinburgh, at a young age, with the manuscript fee for creation and the aid of the Ming court, the Scottish shepherdess who have slept have slept with more than double digits.

Wu Xiaomei was disheartened, but she was determined to learn from Concubine Yin, who did not like red makeup and loved arms, and personally killed several Malay devils in the defense of Penang.

The story of Penang has inspired the Chinese people throughout the South Seas, but some have blamed them for the Anglo-Malaysian government's manhunt for the Chinese in Sarawak.

It was said that someone resisted the British, so the British and Malaysian authorities searched for the Chinese.

For this statement, Old Man Chen scoffed.

If you don't resist, won't the foreigners go under the knife?

The Jews did not resist, so wouldn't the gas chambers of the Ansars be opened?

What's more, Nanyang Tuhua, why not this time?

Not only Old Man Chen, but most of the Chinese in Sarawak, after the education and influence of Oriental Studies over the years, although they may not be able to have a firm determination to follow His Majesty Zhu Fugui, they still will not believe such stupid remarks.

It's a pity, whether you believe it or not, now that people are swordsmen, and I am fish and meat, it's too late to say anything.

No matter how god Zhu Fugui is, he can't save the Chinese in Sarawak.

Moreover, this great tomorrow is rich all over the world, will he still care about us little outcasts in the South Seas?

In the memory of the Chinese in Nanyang, in all the massacres, whether it was Wanli or Kangxi, there was never a Chinese emperor who really administered justice for them.

The hearts of the people were like ashes, dragged by ropes, and they walked forward step by step, waiting for the judgment of fate.

When it came to exhaustion, the team finally stopped.

On the pier, there are more than a dozen Western-style wooden-hulled boats.

In Malaya, ironclad ships existed, but wooden-hulled ships were not eliminated.

After all, this is the South Seas, and it cannot be compared with Europe and North Yinzhou, which have already preliminarily completed the second industrial revolution.

The wooden-hulled ship docked was old, but it was large, with many masts and flags flying all over it.

These sailing giants symbolize Europa's absolute force half a century ago.

Of course, in this day and age, these broken ships are still treasures for the poor Spanish ghosts, and even the Anglo-Malaysian government does not expect them to be used for military purposes.

However, transporting prisoners is a good option.

Howard noticed that not only Sibu, but also other towns in Sarawak were all concentrated here.

Their faces were covered in blood, and they were gathered in one place like pigs and dogs, and they were held on the spot.

After greeting his colleagues in charge of several other cities, Howard found the Indian who had brought him and asked, "What about your chief?" Hurry up and hand over! Speaking of which, what are you going to do with these Chinese and sink them into the sea? These ships are not enough, are they? Is it ...... on the spot?"

The Indian shook his head and said, "Yes, yes, there are a lot of people dying on this beach!" ”

Howard took out a cigarette, put it on his finger, and said with emotion: "Hey, what a beautiful white sand beach, it's about to be stained red with blood, it's a pity to think about it!" ”

The Indian continued to shake his head and said, "Yes, yes, it is indeed about to be dyed red!" ”

The cigarette was clipped to his finger and waited for a long time, but Howard didn't wait for Ah San in front of him to light his cigarette, and couldn't help frowning.

I, an officer of the British Empire, as soon as I stretched out my finger in the Crimea, the Turks would nod and light a cigarette, and in Hong Kong, the pigtailed Chinese would light a cigarette, and in India, the Indians would light a cigarette.

How?

When you arrive in Malaya, won't you light a cigarette for my noble English lord?

Or is it simply a lack of eyesight?

Looking at the stupid Ah San in front of him, Howard felt that the latter was more likely.

He rebuked loudly: "Don't you have eyes? Your noble master needs to light a cigarette! ”

Ah San still shook his head and said, "Yes, yes, let's smoke another cigarette, you should smoke another cigarette." ”