1890 King of Southeast Asia

The next day, Liu Yiming ran to the office tiredly with two dark circles under his eyes, and wanted to sleep as soon as he touched the chair!

With Liu Yiming's physique, it would not be so bad if he didn't sleep for a night, but he received a night of verbal tactics bombardment from Liu's father, and a night of mental oppression from Zhang Wentao...

"Commander! Emergency!" Liu Yiming just sat down and received new news.

"What's wrong?" Liu Yiming looked up and saw that it was Staff Officer Wang, a very stable person, but now he looked panicked.

"Several refugees came to the dock and brought news of large-scale anti-Chinese activities on Madura Island, and came to ask for help!" Staff Officer Wang said tremblingly.

Liu Yiming took a deep breath to keep himself calm.

"How many troops are there in Sishui." Liu Yiming spread out the map and saw.

"There are more than a thousand people in Sishui, including two anti-terrorism battalions, a supplementary battalion composed of militia, and a navy, but one thousand of the 1,500 navy soldiers are new recruits." Staff Officer Wang said.

In fact, the navy said that the new recruits were promoted. This batch was prepared by Liu Yiming for the navy plan. The most important task was to learn English and other foreign languages, and then to learn about warships.

"Two navy warships, requisition three transport ships, replenish the weapons and equipment of the supplementary battalion on the spot, change to the Madura Island garrison, and the primary task is to protect the Chinese." Liu Yiming did not have time to consider why the natives would riot. The primary task was to send troops and maintain order.

"Yes! The navy asked for instructions, and the new recruits were on board to gain experience." Staff Officer Wang said.

"The top 20 in comprehensive scores, ten per ship." Liu Yiming thought about it and did not refuse.

"Yes!" Staff Officer Wang turned around to convey the order.

"Staff Officer Yang." Liu Yiming thought about it and shouted to the door.

"Yes!" Staff Officer Yang replied.

"Record, restart the Sishui recruit training camp. Recruits need to be trained in the Semarang recruit camp and the Sishui recruit camp respectively, forming a normal situation! Send a telegram to Yang Tao, organize 5,000 recruits to train, set off immediately, and target the Sishui recruit training camp." Liu Yiming had no choice. Sishui recruits were not available, but the navy's two combat-capable boats and the only infantry battalion were transferred away. The two coastal defense battalions had to be stationed at the north and south artillery forts at any time. After thinking about it, Semarang, where the recruitment was completed, could allocate 5,000 recruits.

5,000 recruits are also soldiers, with guns in their hands, and they can also help in times of crisis.

"Yes!" Staff Officer Yang wanted to turn around.

"Also, let someone ask what happened to Madura Island, why there was a sudden riot, and explain the cause and effect clearly." Liu Yiming said.

Madura Island is only separated from Java Island by a channel, and the narrowest place is only three or four kilometers. It covers an area of ​​more than 5,000 square kilometers, and it can be said that it is across the sea from Sishui.

Madura Island has never been like Java. Although it is not very friendly to the Chinese, there are few large-scale anti-Chinese incidents, at least Liu Yiming has not heard of it.

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Mohammed Faisal Ibn Abdul Aziz Ibn Abdul Rahman has been very irritable recently. The source comes from Java, which is separated by a sea. The Chinese began to gain the upper hand. When the news reached Madura Island, the Chinese celebrated.

This is not good news. As the actual ruler of Madura Island, Mohammed is not afraid of the Dutch. The Dutch need population, farming, mining, and logging for them, but the Chinese can do these, and do better!

Once the Chinese achieve a comprehensive victory, will they let Madura Island go?

"Mohammed, may Allah bless you, what's wrong? You don't look too good." At this time, a man came in and said.

"Ali! Allah bless you, I'm worried about the Chinese." Ali is the person he trusts most, and he doesn't need to hide it.

"Chinese? Just greedy businessmen, what's wrong with them?" Ali shouted in confusion. In Madura Island, Chinese do not have the conditions to own land, and they are mainly engaged in business or handicrafts.

They can be seen in all towns, from shoemakers, barbers, doctors, to hawkers and big businessmen, all of which are mainly composed of Chinese.

This has led to class divisions between the two ethnic groups. Ali, as the second person in the Green Party (self-proclaimed), hates greedy Chinese very much.

"Before the Dutch were here, the Chinese could not own land. Now the Dutch in Java are going to lose. I don't know whether the Chinese in Madura Island will own land in the future." Muhammad said worriedly.

"The Dutch are going to lose? Who will they lose to?" Ali really hadn't heard of it.

"The Chinese in Java Island launched a large-scale rebellion. The Dutch have lost Surabaya and Semarang, and defeated the Dutch army that was besieging him." Muhammad only knew so much.

"When did it happen? Forget it, it doesn't matter, Muhammad, this is a big deal. If the Chinese can also own land, what should we do?" Ali is arrogant, but not stupid.

"Let's negotiate with the Chinese! Maintaining the status quo, the labor is also very tiring, and they shouldn't be too firm." Muhammad could only hope so.

But he only saw the Chinese in the caravan. In fact, the excrement collectors, the corpse collectors, and a large number of coolies were all Chinese. Especially with so many people, after the internal competition, the treatment was particularly low, and they were definitely at the bottom!

When the Chinese heard that Muhammad wanted to negotiate, they were also excited and thought that the Green Party wanted to retreat, even if they gave up the Dutch part, they could accept it. Of course, it is unknown whether Liu Yiming can accept it. With more than 5,000 square kilometers of land, rich resources, and 200,000 immigrants, the Chinese can also enjoy the feeling of being a farmer in the West.

Sure enough, the two sides had a frank exchange of views, and enhanced their understanding of each other. The talks were beneficial!

However, both sides of the talks were reserved about each other's conditions and looked forward to further development.

"Muhammad, these Chinese are too greedy. If they are not given land, they want to become new Dutch people, and they don't think about why they are doing so!" Ali said angrily.

"We can't drive away one Dutchman and welcome another one. Tell all Allah's believers not to do business with the Chinese except for necessities. Let's see who can stand it!" Muhammad also gritted his teeth.

But they didn't think about who drove the Dutch away. Not only are they unwilling to integrate, but they are also fighting!

Things quickly got out of Muhammad's control!

Allah's believers have a magical commonality, which is piety, and they are different from Europe after the Renaissance and the traditional East. Until later generations, Allah's believers also combined politics and religion, and secularization was slow.

And among the devout believers, there will be many fanatics...

Abdullah is a fanatic, who believes that fighting for Allah will lead to heaven after death, and there will be twelve daughters for him to enjoy. (Not a typo! Cannot be written!)

The negotiation with the Chinese failed, and the rumor that the Chinese will soon replace the Chinese to rule Madura Island spread, and it became more and more outrageous.

Finally, it evolved into the Chinese going to war with the believers of Allah to seize the land!

December 1st.

"I think we should strike first! The Chinese want to kill us, let's kill them first!" Abdullah said to his friends.

Abdullah is a man of action. For example, when the news came out, he immediately went to find the pagan Dutch. Unfortunately, the war in Java was not going well, and the Dutch hid in the diamond fort, and Abdullah could not get in.

This time, he gathered three villages, more than 200 men, holding machetes, hoes, bows and arrows, and ran to the town. The Chinese were all in the town.

Bang!

Abdullah kicked open the door of a barber's house.

"Who?" The barber was a man in his thirties with a twelve-year-old son and an eight-year-old daughter. His wife died of dystocia when she gave birth to their daughter.

"Greedy pagan, go to hell!" Abdullah drew out his scimitar and slashed at the man.

"No!"

"Dad?"

The two children cried and ran towards the man who was slashed.

"Don't come over! Run!" The man saw the children and didn't know where he got the strength. He picked up the chair next to the door and smashed it at Abdullah, just to delay time.

Unfortunately, he was just a barber, Abdullah was a hunter, and he was injured and kicked by Abdullah.

"Despicable Chinese, you still want to sneak attack!" Abdullah stabbed the barber in the stomach.

The child cried.

"Despicable descendants, go to hell!" A native green party with a sanitary napkin on his head came in from behind the door.

"Ah!" The little boy's hand was cut off by a knife in order to protect his sister. He cried and screamed, and blood flowed all over the ground.

"Brother, wuwuwu~" The sister was trembling with fear, sobbing as she looked at her brother who had lost an arm.

"Sister, run!" The brother endured the pain, secretly picked up a broken wooden thorn, and rushed to the green faction.

"Ah! You despicable little beast!" The native was not careful for a moment and was stabbed in the thigh. He cut it in half angrily.

"And you!" Looking at the little girl who had nowhere to escape in the yard, he stabbed her with a knife...

That night, in this nameless town, more than 150 Chinese, aged 80 to 8, were not spared...

When the news of the town spread, the morale of the natives was greatly boosted, and they kept stirring up the same thing. On December 10, the entire Madura Island was out of Muhammad's control. They began to attack the city, and the natives in the city also rioted.

Except for a city where the Dutch were, the natives did not dare to attack their former masters for the sake of surrender and to gather the Chinese. Apart from that, all cities were attacked, and some had already fallen!

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At noon on December 13, two naval gunboats that set out in advance, No. 501 and No. 502, were approaching a smoking city. This was their first stop, the closest city to Surabaya, Caton.

"Dock!" Ma Chaoqun, the captain of the No. 501 ship, ordered. Ma Chaoqun was a former captain who had previously run a transport ship and had superb skills. No one in Surabaya knew about naval training, so he was the tallest among the short men. Ma Chaoqun had at least been a steamship captain.

"Captain! Look!" the observer shouted.

Ma Chaoqun raised his telescope and looked at the shore more than a thousand meters away, where hundreds of natives were attacking another group of people. This group of people was not large, probably less than two hundred people, and there were old, weak, women and children. There were no weapons. People were desperately blocking the natives with carrying poles and kitchen knives to buy time for the old, weak, women and children.

"37mm guns, fire at the back of the natives. Marines, get ready. All non-essential personnel, including students, will be temporarily assigned to the Marines. Go get your guns." The boat was small, with only a few dozen people. The Marines were part-time, one squad, and there were two squads of light weapons, but no guns.

Bang, bang, bang!

The 37mm guns were already using spring recoil, and the rate of fire was very fast!

boom!

The explosion came from behind the natives, and the lethality was not great. First, the explosion was small, and second, the navy, fearing accidental injuries, did not fire at the crowd.

"Reinforcements!? Are the reinforcements coming?" I don't know which Chinese shouted first, looking at the slowly approaching warships and the flags they had never seen before.

But for the Chinese now, any glimmer of hope is a luxury.

Bang, bang, bang!

The 37 guns are still firing. This time, because of the rush, they didn't bring much supplies, and each 37 gun only had 100 rounds of shells.

But Ma Chaoqun didn't care. The distance had been shortened to 500 meters. Ma Chaoqun could see many people in Chinese clothes lying on the ground, including old people, women, children, and more young and strong people!

Now there are only a few dozen people resisting, teenagers aged 13 or 14, and women.

"Run!" The natives reacted in shock and began to run into the jungle behind. It must be said that this was the best way to avoid the artillery.

"Slow down!" Ma Chaoqun ordered.

"Load the main gun, and fire when the natives and Chinese are separated!"

Watching the natives retreat, the Chinese did not chase them. There were only seven young men over 20 years old. The oldest was a man with four knives and an arrow stuck in his back. He looked close to 40 years old.

"Ahem!" Ma Liu watched the natives retreat, wanted to say something, coughed up blood, and fell to the ground.

"Sixth uncle!" His nephew, Ma Yu cried.

"Don't cry, you are the only one left in our family, no matter what happens, don't cry!" Ma Liu said with difficulty, he knew that he was dead, the oldest wound was three days old and had become inflamed, he had been holding on for the past few days.

"Take them, run, leave one to see who is on the sea, the others hide." Ma Liu coughed up blood again and said to a twenty-year-old young man.

Boom!

A huge noise came, interrupting Ma Liu's words.

boom! ! ! *2

Two explosions sounded from the direction of the natives.

Bang, bang, bang!

Familiar artillery sounds, but much more dense.

boom! *N

Ma Liu was so shocked that he couldn't speak, staring blankly at the natives who were blown into many pieces.

At this time, two small boats approached the shore, and more than a dozen people with guns came up.

When Ma Liu was not paying attention, Ma Chaoqun sent out lifeboats to transport the Marines ashore, and the 502 ship also did so.

Ma Liu wanted to tell the people next to him to run, but before he could shout, the soldiers on the shore shouted first.

"We are the South China Navy! Don't be afraid! We are all Chinese! Where are the wounded? Where are the wounded!" The first group to go ashore was a combat group and a medical team, fourteen people.

The combat group formed a 133 formation when they landed, searching for possible threats, while the medical team carried boxes and shouted loudly, looking for the wounded.

"Cough!" Ma Liu coughed up blood again, and gently said to his nephew, "Live!" Then he lost consciousness.

"Doctor! Doctor! Save my uncle!" Ma Yu cried and shouted.

The medical team came to take a look, and Ma Liu had lost his breath. They could only disinfect and bandage Ma Liu, who was also injured, and then patted him on the shoulder and went to treat other wounded.

There were many wounded, and they all needed timely treatment.