Chapter One Hundred and One: The Final Struggle

Mondrian sat in his office in a daze, throwing aside his favorite Cuban cigar, without the slightest interest!

His face was pale and he looked at the information he had just received on the table, which made him a little unbelievable for a while, "General, this is true, will our intelligence officers make a mistake, you must know that we have deployed more than 10,000 troops there, they are well trained and equipped with advanced equipment, how can they be all finished in five days, this is impossible!"

Pete looked at him and shook his head again and again, looking incredulous, and his heart was full of bitterness! He also did not understand why the enemy was advancing so quickly, only five days had passed since the beginning of the war, and they had already crossed the narrow island of Java and advanced their troops to a range of hundreds of kilometers from Batavia!

"Lord Governor, I didn't believe it at first, but the scouts we sent out have already found the enemy's forward troops within a hundred kilometers of Kalawang, Zhanyu, Langasberg and other Batavia!"

"So we're really surrounded?" asked Mondrian, whose voice trembled with paleness.

"Yes! The warships we went to sea to reconnoiter were also driven back by their advanced armored ships, and now we have no way to escape, whether at sea or on the road!" replied Pete, in a low voice and with a look of frustration.

Now their entire Dutch East Indies Governor's Office officials and soldiers have been surrounded by the enemy within a hundred kilometers of Batavia, and there is no way to escape!

"General, how many soldiers do we have in our hands now?" Mondrian asked in a low voice after a moment of silence, adjusting to the bad news.

"We still have 12,000 people in our regular army, and 500 people in Batavia, and together they are our last armed force!" Pete knew the number of soldiers under his command, so he quickly replied!

"General, with the troops we currently have, will we be able to hold back the attack of those Chinese?" asked Mondrian wistfully after a few irritated circles around the office.

Although Pete also wanted to say something affirmative, the battle he experienced on the island of Java a few days ago made him understand that if he wanted to use his current troops, even if he added Jǐng Cha, he would be far from being able to withstand the enemy's attack for more than ten days! "Lord Governor, now that we have found more than 30,000 enemy troops, with only our current troops, I am afraid it will be difficult to hold out until the final arrival of the expeditionary forces of the two countries!"

Although he knew he was telling the truth, it undoubtedly extinguished the last glimmer of hope in Mondry's peace of mind!

"Lord Governor, we still have the army in our hands now, and those Chinese troops have not yet attacked, at this time we can try to negotiate peace, maybe we can hold the last territory of this kingdom in the East Indies!" Looking at the god Sè desperate and shaky Governor, Pete said what had long been hidden in his heart!

"Peace talks?!"

Hearing his words, Mondrian's god was suddenly stunned, and his originally desperate face couldn't help but show thought, if it was before this war had just begun, he would never have any idea of peace talks with the enemy in his mind! But now that the enemy's army has surrounded him and is about to be on the verge of the city, if the troops can't stop their attack, then while he still has chips in his hands, peace talks are a good note!

Thinking of this, Mondrian nodded his head, he is not a pedantic person, and in the West, defeat and surrender is not an unacceptable thing, but now let him start a peace negotiation with the Chinese who have always looked down on him and surrender! For a while, it was still a little difficult for Mondrie, who was troubled by white supremacy to be troubled!

However, he also understands that the method proposed by Pete may be the best way to solve the current dilemma!

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"Division commander, we have just received a wireless telegram from the 4th Marine Division, and they have already occupied the areas of Zhanyu and Sujiawumei according to the original plan, and have already connected with the soldiers of the 302nd Regiment in Langasberg! We are currently reorganizing our troops and preparing to launch a final attack on the Batavia region of the Netherlands!" After Wang Ting finished speaking, he handed over the telegram he had just received in his hand!

Wang Xiangzong took it and took a general look, then said with a smile: "So, our current encirclement of nearly 400 kilometers has been formed?"

Hearing his words, Wang Ting was serious and serious, and his face full of the temperament of a soldier in the new era could not help but show a smile; compared with other students from the Army Noncommissioned Officer Academy who had been assigned to various units for internships, he was much luckier! After four days of war training, and through constantly confirming what he had learned, his military command level has now risen by a large margin!

"Yes, division commander, I'm afraid that in less than two days, we will be able to annihilate the more than 10,000 Dutch troops who have cowered in Batavia and end the war on the entire island of Java!" Wang Ting said with a smile.

"Yes, but we still have to hurry, now that the war in the entire island of Sumatra is over, we can't be left behind!" Wang Xiangzong said excitedly.

"Report!"

"Come in!"

"Report, division commander! Our division patrol has captured a Dutch man, but he doesn't have a gun with him, and he says he's an envoy to the Dutch East Indies and wants to see the division commander!"

"Oh, there is such a thing?" asked Wang Xiangzong with some surprise.

"Hehe, division commander! Westerners' way of thinking and values are different from ours in the East, and in their eyes their lives are more important than everything else, and if the war fails, surrender is not a shameful thing! Maybe this Dutchman came over today, maybe it was the Dutch Governor's Office who wanted to surrender with dignity after seeing that he was surrounded by us and had no hope of escaping!" Wang Ting studied at the military academy for two years, and in the past two years, he has not only changed from a clay leg to an officer with excellent military qualities, but also greatly increased his knowledge in the introduction of the customs and customs of Western countries in the library of the military academy! It is not surprising that he can say these words!

"So, we should meet this old Dutch man!" Wang Xiangzong touched his chin and said slowly with a thoughtful expression. Although the troops are eager to fight, it would be better if they could surrender the troops without a fight!

Luo Dianchen was the secretary of the office of Mondrian in the Dutch East Indies Governor's Palace, and this time he was also assigned by the governor to come to discuss the possibility of peace talks with these Chinese troops who defeated the Dutch soldiers!

Although, as a white man, he has his own dignity, but under the premise that Batavia is surrounded by enemies and there is no hope of escape, he does not oppose peace talks, or even surrender! In his opinion, whether or not the Netherlands can finally keep the colonies of the East Indies in the future, it is not as important as his own life! If there is no life, even if the Netherlands can finally become the world hegemon like the British Empire, what does it have to do with him!

Therefore, after the governor gave him the order for peace talks, he did not hesitate to come directly!

Originally, the Dutch didn't know where the headquarters of the Huo Jiajun was, but apparently he was lucky this time, and the first time he came to Karawang, he ran into a group led by Wang Xiangzong!