Chapter 299: Pirates, a group of pirates!

Gronin, the governor of the Netherlands East India Company, had his first thing to do after getting up for breakfast every day, and on the large neat lawn of the Governor's house, he slipped on his beloved Italian twisted Boliton on the large and tidy lawn of the Governor's house.

The name is made by the dark black fur of the killer Jack's dog, with a strong and strong body, and seems to have endless power. The corners of his eyes are cold and gloomy, making people feel chilled. Sometimes Groning even feels that this evil dog, which makes all servants and guests who come to visit, seems to have a powerful and bad power.

Because once it is angry, it will be an endless attack. An unlucky native servant trampled on its tail and tore his throat. If it hadn't been tortured by himself at that time and tried his best to soothe it, it would even treat the native who was bitten unrecognizable by him as an edible prey.

This fierce and extremely cruel evil dog is his best guard. Anyone who is hostile to him will feel that trembling soul fear.

Groning felt that it was perfect. His beloved killer Jack was simply his treasure, making him feel that this infamous dog in Jakarta was the most suitable one to show the strength and horror of the Dutch.

"Those barbaric and vulgar natives and Chinese are only worthy of trembling in front of us, my little baby." Groning patted the killer Jack's head covered with fine, short and smooth hair, and looked at the wrinkles on his dog's face, with a doting smile. The wrinkles on his face extended to his chin and then hung to his neck to form a very obvious bag. The sharp fangs in his open mouth flashed with cruel cold light, and saliva dripped down the corners of his mouth, like magma spitting out by a dragon.

In its eyes, which were as gray-black as the fur on its body, it was still as gloomy and cold as usual. Only the broken short tail shook, indicating its closeness to its owner.

The morning sun was not very vicious, but it still made people feel an unspeakable stuffiness. Groning held his hands behind his back and watched his dog jogging in front of him with a slow and light pace. He felt that his mood seemed much happier.

Groning has been in a bad mood these days, and the origin of everything is because of the damn Lanfang Company, which occupied a large tract of land in Borneo.

The rich gold mines and other minerals there, as well as the already large plantations there, were all fat meat that officials from Groning and the Dutch colonies had long been peeping. However, this fat piece was not so easy to swallow, because the huge empire in the north made the Dutch dare not act rashly.

But now, with an excellent reason, he can finally send troops to Borneo with justification, biting the fat piece of meat and swallowing it into his stomach. However, this time he sent troops, he was still a little uneasy. After all, the powerful empire in the north was definitely not something he, a Dutch colony governor, could afford.

However, the adventurous nature of Europeans also exists in the bones of Groning, the Dutch colonial governor. Moreover, if the Netherlands was in conflict with Britain for the South China Sea colony, most of the time, the Dutch were always at a disadvantage, which made them lose a lot of things, whether it was money, territory, or minerals.

The current operation of the Dutch colony seems a bit difficult. In such an environment, Groning certainly has to take a risk. If it succeeds, then he will become a hero in the minds of a Dutch, and will even be praised and praised by His Majesty the King.

Of course, the premise of all this is to be successful. For this reason, in order to be able to have a greater certainty, Groning invested almost all his belongings, the entire fleet of the Dutch colonies and the entire army of seven thousand people.

In addition to Jakarta, two thousand soldiers guarding, the Dutch colonies almost became unguarded areas.

With such a powerful army, Groning finally didn't have to worry about failure, but the only thing he was worried about was whether this time the dispatch of troops would anger the Eastern Empire.

"Maybe, just like before, I hope they will continue to sleep." Groning shook his head. In South China, the Dutch and the Chinese had countless disputes, and each time it ended with the Dutch holding up a butcher's knife. Of course, the huge empire was as unresponsive as a sleeping bug.

However, nearly a month has passed since the dispatch of troops. Apart from the beginning of reporting that they occupied the already empty Kendawangan, no news has been heard back.

"I hope these guys can be more rational and don't kill all the timid Chinese. Our plantations lack a lot of labor." Groning was not worried. The only thing he was worried about was whether his troops were red-eyed, and even wanted to occupy the entire Lanfang before telling himself the governor.

At this moment, killer Jack suddenly stopped. His huge head, which seemed a little exaggerated, tilted to the side. Groning looked over the dog's turn. A guard was running towards this side in a hurry, and even the military cap on his head was running a little crookedly.

"Governor, Governor, Makassar, Makassar is falling." The guard ran to Groning, and even had no time to wipe the sweat on his face. He handed the letter that was somewhat transformed by him to Groning, his tone was full of anxiety.

"What did you say!" Groning stretched out his ears and looked at the guard in amazement. After hearing the guard repeat it again, Groning's heart suddenly sank. He grabbed the letter and quickly opened it. After seeing the content in the letter, Groning's face, which was red in the sun, was instantly pale as paper.

"My God, how is this possible!" Groning waved the letter in his hand regardless of manners and shouted loudly. The letter was written very sloppy. It was written by Cruyff, the governor of the company in Makassar Province, and there was also a letter attached, which was still written by Cruyff, the governor of Makassar Province. However, the content of the letter was no longer a request for help, but only told Governor Groning that Makassar had been occupied by a group of pirates and had been protected.

The letter stated that a fleet of unknown identity and strong nationality suddenly appeared outside the Port of Makassar a month ago, and asked the Dutch in Port of Makassar to lay down their weapons and surrender without any resistance.

Makassar Governor Cruyff used various ships anchored in the port to organize a fleet to attack, but was quickly defeated. The angry opponent almost razed the dock to the ground with his naval guns.

Less than two days later, the Sultan of Ponni and Sultan of Gova on Sulawesi suddenly broke out in a rebellion, killing all the officials stationed in the Dutch colonies, and each dispatched nearly 10,000 soldiers to surround Makassar.

The captain of the fleet asked Makassar to surrender again. Cruyff, the governor of Makassar Province, was a brave and proud Dutch. Not only did he not surrender, he also recruited and armed nearly 3,000 European civilians to defend the city in the shortest time. Then, he was ready to send a messenger asking for help to Jakarta.

However, what was unexpected was that on the third night of the trapped Port of Makassar, that is, the deadline required by the other party, the east gate wall of Makassar City collapsed due to a huge explosion. The natives on Sulawesi rushed into Makassar City like madmen, burning, killing and looting all night. If it weren't for the unknown fleet that later saw that the situation in the city was uncontrollable and fired, they would have opened fire to warn them, and would have been 10,000 Dutch people in Makassar City would not have left even a survivor.

However, even so, only more than 3,000 soldiers and more than 10,000 Dutch civilians were left. In addition, the civilian gathering areas of other countries living near the port were only slightly harassed, and only more than 100 casualties in more than 2,000 civilians in other countries were killed or killed.

Cruyff, who was wounded and fled into the port area by the guards, was searched after dawn the next day by the soldiers sent from the fleet. Then, he was asked to write a letter to the Dutch Groning, Groning, telling the governor about the whole story. Finally, the other party asked the Dutch Governor to immediately release all the slaves in the Dutch colony. Otherwise, the indigenous riots in the port of Makassar would repeat in other areas controlled by the Dutch.

"Who is the other party?" Groning asked in the office of his Governor's Office, Cruyff, the East India Company commissioner stationed in Makassar Province, with a gloomy face. Anyone could hear the suppressed anger and displeasure in his tone.

"Pirates, a group of pirates, Mr. Colonel, are pirates hired by damn British people." Cruyff wiped the corners of his eyes, and there was a scar of a shackle. It was the wound left by the damn local natives. If he hadn't been alert, he would have fallen into the crowd and pretended to be dead. I'm afraid his life would not have lived to this day.

"British!" Groning had just muttered a freshly lit Baiyunshan cigarette, which was the best product exported from Guangzhou, Qing Dynasty. Before he could even breathe the first cigarette into his lungs, he heard such shocking news. "This is impossible, absolutely impossible. The British are now being stopped by us outside Sumatra Island, how could they run to the east of us?"

"Dear Governor, I hope it's a joke, a foolish joke, but he is the truth." Cruyff sat dejectedly on the chair, as if he was indescribable. "I even doubt this terrible war, even those damn British men and those Chinese to unite against us."

"What did you say..." Groning looked at the subordinate in a daze, and even the white feathers of the quilt next to him were emitting a burnt smell.
Chapter completed!