1890 King of Southeast Asia

"Captain! That's Mibagaga III! But why didn't you move?" After the 501 ship moved forward for a short period, he encountered the second target point. The two departments of 501 came to Mibagaga III. Here, there were thousands of Chinese people.

Ma Chaoqun stared at Mibagaga San, who seemed to be calm, and was full of doubts.

"Those natives just walked here." Ma Chao group paused, "Parking, the Marine Corps, go up and grab his tongue!"

Seven Marine War members shook their paddles by lifeboat, slowly approaching the pier.

For a long time, close to the beach, and the Marine Corps was waded ashore.

"Captain, there are people in front of it." Soon after going ashore, before approaching the simple pier, A Shui saw a bunch of natives sitting together, as if something was playing.

"Seeing a few quietly and asking what happened in the city." Captain took the lead, approaching the natives.

"133 formations, copy left and right." After approaching, the captain counted, about 20 people, ordered.

The soldiers copied from the left and right wing bags ...

"Bang!" Looking at the team members basically in place, the captain shot the first shot.

Bang Bang!

The dense sound sounded, accompanied by smoke, the sudden change made it difficult for the natives to adapt. In less than a minute, more than a dozen people went to see his God.

"Chong! Kneeling without killing!" The captain on the bayonet, rushed up first, and shouted in Malay at the same time.

Not far from Mibagaga Three Cities Pier, more than a dozen corpses were placed on the ground, and ten natives were kneeling next to them, two of which were still blood.

"I asked, you answered, answered the slowest dead, the fastest life, name!" Captain Ashui asked A Shui to interrogate, and A Shui used what he saw in the drawing book.

After a lot of 一 一, A Shui listened to it, and he didn't hear anything.

Bang! The corpse fell down.

The slowest opening of the Ashishui gun? may be.

"Why gather here."

"Bami! It was Bami called us!" The answer became unified.

Bang! Another body fell down.

"Who is Bami?"

"It's dead." Either nose or tears, rushing to say.

Ashishi, I really don't know who said this time.

So A Shui did not shoot, but continued to ask.

"What are you doing?"

"Divide money! Come and share money!"

Bang, bang.

Make up! A Shui was relieved.

"Nothing happened recently in the city?" A Shui entered the topic.

"Yes! A few days ago, Bami asked us to concentrate, Mohammed sent me to me, we drove away the Chinese."

"The Chinese threw all the money and property and escaped!"

The answer was inconsistent, and A Shui was still not killed.

"Why did the Chinese run away? Where did you run?" A Shui asked.

"Muhammad is going to kill all the Chinese, the army is behind, the Chinese, run north, run north!"

Bang! Bang!

"Congratulations, I still have the last question." Looking at four people left, A Shui felt that he should discover the ability to explore the problem.

"Chinese, how much died?" A Shui asked a syllable one by one.

"one hundred?"

"Non -speaking, at least 300 people!"

"Anyway, I saw countless corpses."

The three of them quarreled, and the last one looked at A Shui, as if he found his identity.

Bang bang.

This time it was not Ashui shot, but the captain with the team members.

"Go back to report first, there should be no alive Chinese in the city!" Captain looked at the city not far away.

Nympho

Huo ~

Ma Chaoqun took a deep breath to hypoxia, and he looked at Ma Chaoqun nervously, for fear that he would pass.

"Fighting!" Ma Chaoqun stared at Mibaga San.

The deputy hesitated, or the order was still given.

The steam engine of the 501 ship is restarted to slowly adjust the angle.

boom! boom!

Two cannon sounds, the Chinese 150 cannon made his roar for the first time.

BOOM!

The explosion came.

"Captain, we need to leave enough ammunition to prepare from time to time!" The deputy reminded.

"How many shells do we have?" Ma Chaoqun asked.

"A total of 180 rounds." Before 502 returned, he gave most of 501 shells. Otherwise, the 501 of the warehouse will not remain at this time.

"Hit 80 hair." Ma Chaoqun said.

boom! Intersection

The 150 guns continued to emit the hot cannonball. The powerful recoil was too big for small warships like 501, so that the hull was pushed farther and farther.

It took half an hour to finish it. It took almost three times the speed of fire. In order to cover Mibaga San as much as possible, the gunner kept adjusting the angle.

After the fight, no one was sent ashore to observe. The 501 ship continued to go north. The goal was Su Minna. Where there was a Dutch, at the same time, the Chinese who were residual in the three residues of Makaga were also north. The goal should be Su Minna.

In the evening, the horizon is about to fall, the route is unfamiliar, the danger of the boat at night is too large, the two parsions are simply stopped, and the next day continues to go north.

Ma Chaoqun knows that this is the right way. The boat is dark at night, which is dark and may be stranded at any time.

"Discover the crowd! It is Chinese!" The mast came up with the excitement of the hand, and at the same time made the silent bridge boiling.

Ma Chaoqun climbed up the mast, picked up the telescope, and saw the bonfire in front ...

Wen Xing is a first-generation immigrant. Five years ago, 15-year-old Wen Xing was sold to a pig dealer by a human trafficker. After many twists and turns, he escaped from the Dutch plantation and settled down in Mibajiasan three years ago. With his daring and hardworking character and flexible mind, he earned a family business in just three years.

Wen Xing thought about this and looked at the wounded on the ground, feeling angry.

"Brother Xing, my father..." A little boy ran over. He was the child of Wen Xing's neighbor.

A few days of escape made him mature quickly. He didn't cry or make a fuss, even when his father was about to leave and there were painful groans all around.

"Alas~" Wen Xing looked at the little boy in front of him, sighed, and stood up, "I still have some rice here, let's cook some rice soup. I can't let Uncle He go hungry."

He took out a handful of rice from the small cloth bag under his chest. This was a habit he had developed when he was fleeing. His belt was made of cloth bags. He filled them with wheat or rice when he was fleeing, which could last for several days. Unfortunately, it was now empty, and the entire fleeing team had no food.

Not only that, there were a large number of wounded in the fleeing team, in addition to the elderly, women and children. One had to light a bonfire at night to scare away the wild animals, but it also left traces. The good news is that the natives didn't chase them.

"Who!" Wen Xing heard the sound of crushing branches in the distance, took out his short knife, and asked vigilantly.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, brother! We are Chinese, from Surabaya!" The first mate brought two marines, the others were a doctor, and six soldiers with good first aid courses.

"Sishui?" Hearing fluent Chinese, Wen Xing was not as nervous as before, but still asked in Hakka cautiously, "How to prove it?"

"Here is the proof." There were soldiers who knew Hakka, and at the same time, the first mate lit the dead branches and exposed himself.

"We have doctors, medicines, food, tents, and we have no ill intentions!" The first mate could only say this.

Wen Xing had already believed it. He looked at the soldier holding a rifle next to the first mate, and then looked at the wounded behind him. He first comforted him and said, "It's okay, Sishui sent someone!"

The people behind him just cheered, they were saved!

Wen Xing was still confused, but it didn't matter. They had guns, and they could force this group of old, weak, sick and disabled people to do whatever they wanted, and there was no need to deceive him.

"Send a signal, we need more people!" The first mate came up and wanted to check the situation with Wen Xing, but he saw a lot of wounded people, some of whom were dying. While calling the doctor forward, he asked someone to send a signal and call for support.

The night passed just like this...

Sishui, South China Command.

"The Madura Island garrison has landed and taken over the city of Katon. The refugee camp and the new recruit camp have been set up." Staff Officer Yang said.

"A call from Semarang, the last batch of 500 people have set off by boat to Katon, requesting new instructions."

"The original plan remains unchanged!" Liu Yiming said.

"A call from the dock, asking if civilian ships can be requisitioned for transporting military equipment." Staff Officer Wang said.

"Yes, but compensation will be given." Liu Yiming replied without turning his head.

"This is the information I found about Madura Island. Thirty years ago, the Dutch counted the number of people on Madura Island, which was 360,000 at the time. Thirty years later, the conservative estimate is more than 500,000, and 700,000 or 800,000 is not impossible!" Staff Officer Wang hung up the phone and took out another document.

"An urgent telegram from the front line, Batavia sent an envoy, hoping to exchange prisoners." Staff Officer Yang, who had just walked out of the office, came in again in a hurry.

"Reject. From now on, unless Batavia surrenders, we will not have any communication with Batavia. Tell them that we will talk directly to the Dutch government." Liu Yiming knew that this was the idea of ​​the Dutch government.

"Yes!"

"Wait! Starting tomorrow, increase the logistics supply to the front line." Liu Yiming talked about a strange topic.

"Uh... yes!"

"The heavy artillery battalion should be here. Starting tomorrow, intermittent shelling of Batavia will be carried out. There are no Chinese in the southeast city. Tell Wang Yang that you can shell as much as you want, and look at the logistics." Liu Yiming intends to put pressure on the Dutch.

"Yes! Will this make the Dutch desperate?" Staff Officer Yang asked, and the others also looked over.

"No, the foreign journalists will arrive tomorrow." The staff officers did not understand what Liu Yiming said.

This time, the major newspapers are preparing to establish branches in Surabaya, not special correspondents.

The heavy artillery battalion, two 120mm guns, several front-mounted large-caliber cannons, the largest caliber is 203 mm, and can fire 250-pound heavy bombs!

Wang Yang smiled after receiving the telegram, but there was a hint of worry in his smile.

Wang Xu was even simpler, and asked directly: "What if the Dutch are desperate?"

"The commander has his own arrangements, just follow the order!"

"Load!"

"Aim!"

"Hide!"

"Ready!"

"Fire!"

Boom!

A 250-pound high-explosive shell flew out! It hit the city wall straight.

boom! ! !

The city wall could not withstand the huge crisis and a big hole appeared...