"My son, go ahead." Zhang Chaozhong, with tears in his eyes, waved his hand cruelly and asked Zhang Yueshan to lead the charge.

"Go ahead"

Zhang Yueshan had practiced the ancestral sword style since he was a child, and his men had cut down Indonesians. Now he took the long knife, dragged it backwards out of thin air, and then led the team on horseback to rush down the hill and towards the middle of the Indonesian people.

The Indonesians have much more resistance than the Chinese in Nanwan Town. Their team is also long and poorly organized. Some people are watching the fun, while others want to bypass the town entrance and go to the town to grab a piece first.

Some of them were wiping their machetes at the back with their heads down.

"Zhang Chaozhong's mob is finally here, and it's getting more and more interesting."

Baron Carlson took a sip with a smile, and then took the medium-rare steak from the maid next to him. Regardless of Nanito, whose face turned ugly next to him, he ate happily. In his opinion, everything was really appetizing.

Awesome.

"Damn Chinese, you really saved a trick, you are so cunning." Nanito took a bite of the medium-rare steak that he hated but still pretended to be delicious and ate it, and said angrily. But thinking that he also kept a

With a back-up plan, I felt a little calmer. If nothing else happened, the Dutch warship under my feet was not a decoration. When the time came, let the Chinese experience the power of iron and fire.

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"Brothers, our reinforcements have arrived, kill them"

The Chinese in Nanwan Town saw that the Zhang family's troops had finally arrived. Although there were still thousands of Indonesian beasts on the opposite side, they were more confident. Many people waved their machetes that had chipped in their hands, and the sickles charged again.

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"Ah ha..."

The Zhang family's reinforcements were only a few horses, and Zhang Yueshan was the first to slash at an Indonesian with a long knife, like a charging general.

The huge momentum and ancient long knife once again proved to the world that in the era of hot weapons, it can also kill people, and it is also extremely eye-catching.

Sure enough, it was horrifying to see the Indonesian monkey's head chopped off with a long knife, and blood spurting crazily from the upper body of his neck to a height of more than one meter.

Seeing this, several ferocious Indonesian monkeys nearby rushed over with knives.

"Bang"

The Zhang family's musketry team finally opened fire. Although they only had more than forty old-fashioned Mauser rifles, and although the members of the escort team were not very good at marksmanship, after all, in order to keep it secret, they almost only knew how to shoot and how to aim.

enemy.

But at such a close distance, the lethality of the rifle shot was still considerable. The shot fired by the old Mauser knocked down four or five Indonesian monkeys on the spot with the crisp sound of the gunshot.

The other Indonesian monkeys were also frightened. Those standing close were so frightened that they backed away. After all, facing the Chinese who also only had machetes and sickles, and at most wooden guns, bows and arrows, and shotguns, they had the confidence to fight, but faced with

The Chinese who have real rifles are still cowards.

As soon as the gunfire was fired, as if it was a signal, the Indonesian musketeers also opened fire.

"Bang"

Baron Carlson, who was enjoying afternoon tea leisurely, was so shocked that the wine glass in his hand fell directly to the deck and broke into pieces.

Gunshots, damn Chinese and Indonesian monkeys, actually used rifles, and they were real military rifles.

"Nanito, you bastard"

Carlson came to his senses, raised his foot and kicked Nanito, who was smiling triumphantly, knocking him down to the deck and causing him to fall several times.

The situation was already out of control in advance. Carlson didn't even know that Nanito had mobilized his musketeers. He always thought that this Indonesian fool who was afraid of death would ignore his warning and only use the rifles to protect his own safety.

When the Chinese and Indonesians exchanged fire with rifles, it meant that Carlson was in trouble. If the firefight was not extinguished, it might even turn into a colonial uprising. This was also a colonial situation that the Dutch colonial authorities were very afraid of.

One of the worst incidents.

"Send a signal to have the Eindhoven Fusiliers on land suppress the rioters. Also lower the landing craft and let the Marines go ashore." Carlson kicked Nanito away and, regardless of his explanation, ordered again, "Let the Marines go ashore."

The gunboat's main gun fired four rounds to suppress these mobs."

"yes"

"Wait a minute, aim the bombardment at the more damned Chinese."

"Yes, sir."

At the last moment, Carlson still couldn't stop hating the Chinese. He glared hard at Nanito, who was groaning on the deck, sat back in his chair, and watched the bombardment that was about to begin.

"boom……"

The small gunboat next to it moved closer to the shore, preparing to put down the Marine Corps' landing craft. At the same time, it adjusted its muzzle, pointed it at the Chinese, and fired a fierce shot.

The lethality of this small gunboat is not great, but the deterrent effect it causes is great.

"Sir, the Dutch warships..."

When the Chinese heard the sound of cannons, they looked towards the sea and saw two warships approaching in the distance. A kind of despair began to spread among everyone.

"Hahaha... damn the Chinese." Nanito saw that both of the gunboat's shellings were aimed at the Chinese. Although it did not cause any substantial damage, he still laughed out loud, because this meant that the Netherlands

People finally chose to help Indonesia.

"The Dutch, they are helping the evildoers, no, they are just beasts, they are all the same."

Zhang Chaozhong was riding a horse. The tribesmen next to him finally controlled the panicked horses. He was so angry that he pointed at the Dutch warship on the sea with his trembling hands.

Looking at the horizon, there was no sign of the mainland fleet yet, and he couldn't help but feel a little desperate. Yes, even if he sent a telegram asking for help, who could guarantee that the reinforcements would arrive on time.

At this time, groups of Dutch soldiers began to rush out from behind the Indonesians. They crossed the Indonesians and began to surround the Chinese.

When the Indonesian thugs saw their most powerful helpers and the Dutch fleet standing on their side on the sea, they couldn't help but shout "indiscriminately" in Indonesian dialect.

If you understand Indonesian, you must know what they are shouting.

"Kill the Chinese"

"Steal their beautiful women."

"There is still money and food..."

"Hahaha, I want to rob three women..."

The Indonesians were shouting wildly, as if victory was already in sight. The idiots' vulgar roars just exposed their animal-like nature.

"Baron Carlson, history will prove that what you do today is correct."

Nanito climbed up from the deck, ignoring the severe pain in his body, and bent over flatteringly to stand next to Carlson.

Carlson snorted coldly, and then said, "I hate you Indonesian dogs very much, but compared to the Chinese, I hate the damn Chinese even more. This time I will give you an advantage."

"Bang"

At this moment, gunshots were heard again on the island. The people on the warship could not see clearly what was going on, but the Chinese knew that the Indonesians actually opened fire and attacked after the Dutch intervened to mediate.

At this time, the Dutch soldiers once again sided with the Indonesians. Although they heard gunshots coming from behind, they still pointed their guns at the Chinese.

Seeing that a massacre was about to take place, all the Chinese could rely on were dozens of rifles and dozens of shotguns, while the Dutch had rifle teams and marines, as well as their gunboats and light cruisers.

"What a powerful force, these Chinese people really overestimate their capabilities."

Although Carlson was about to get angry when he first heard the gunshots, he then thought that perhaps it was right to use violence as an excuse to teach the Chinese an indelible lesson, so he acquiesced to the massacre that was about to begin.

The Chinese were retreating in an orderly manner, but the Zhang family's rifle team and shotgun team were at the forefront. They chose to fight.

"Kill them, kill them" Nanito jumped excitedly on the deck.

"Bang bang bang..." gunfire sounded randomly on the shore. The Chinese gun team lay on the ground and fired at the Dutch on the opposite side, but here the Dutch Marines were about to dock.

Already.

"Is it true that God wants to destroy me, the Chinese in Hanzhong Island..."

Zhang Chaozhong knows that once this little power in his hands is gone, once the Indonesian conspiracy succeeds, the Chinese on Hanzhong Island will suffer even worse treatment. Because it seems that there are many Chinese here, but in fact they are isolated from the world and not as good as Jakarta.

The Chinese are powerful. Once defeated by the Dutch and Indonesians, the Chinese on the entire island will become slave-like plantation laborers.

"Hahaha... It's such a wonderful afternoon."

Carlson raised his glass and pointed to the shore, already looking forward to the complete defeat of the Chinese.

"Order the main and secondary batteries to bombard me and knock out their rifle team." Carlson thought confidently and pointed one hand in the direction of the Chinese temporary position, preparing to use the cruiser's main gun to cover it with shelling.

Just as the two of them laughed loudly and were about to sit and watch the bombardment, a strange sound came from the sky.

"Damn, what is that?"

Carlson raised his head with some familiarity and looked at the sky, only to see a dense group of planes flying in the sky, at least a dozen.

"Is it the damn British Far East Fleet?"

He did know that in order to guard against the Chinese in the east, the British had transferred two modified aircraft carriers. If you can see planes in this damn place, then they must not be from the Netherlands, nor the equally damn Spanish.

It can't be French, it can only be British.

"Baron, what is this?"

"The damn British guys must be here to watch the show. Maybe they just happen to be passing by, so don't worry about them. The relationship between the Dutch 'government' and the British 'government' is friendly for the time being." Carlson said bitterly, and then prepared to watch.

The group of planes above are ready to continue watching the show.

However, something is wrong.

"M-M, Lord Baron, okay, something seems wrong..." Nanito swallowed, because he actually saw those planes lowering their altitude, and they obviously had strong murderous intent. The British planes passing by,
To be continued...