Chapter 309: Chinese people outside Jakarta!

Burning torches gradually lit around Caopu Street, and a fully armed Chinese soldier gradually emerged from the darkness around Caopu Street. They repeated the sentence loudly in their respective local accents, with enthusiastic smiles on their faces.

The familiar Chinese faces were revealed in the eyes of the Chinese people in Jakarta who were hiding in the window and looking out in fear. They were first surprised and unbelievable, but then they were confused. At the end, the surprise was because among those soldiers, there were many Chinese who came to Caopu Street two months ago to do various business.

"They... who are they?" A restaurant owner stared at his former shop in a daze. He was wearing a Dutch talent-equipped musket, wearing a straight military uniform, stood in a high spirit on the street not far away, and signaled loudly that the Chinese in Caopu Street would not be afraid or panic. They had no malice and came here to protect the safety of their compatriots.

"It should be a good person." The six-year-old son of the restaurant owner stared at a pair of big dark eyes and looked at the shopkeeper who suddenly disappeared this morning. He still remembered that when he bought snacks for himself, the child from the opposite family bullied him, he stood up and protected himself behind him.

"Good man." The owner of the restaurant took a deep breath, hugging Er's hand tighter, and then handed him to his wife. With his wife's worried eyes, he pushed the closed door open.

"Wu Jinshui, who are you?" The restaurant owner stepped on the steps of the restaurant's gate and faced the empty street, standing only on the empty street, suddenly disappeared this morning, and the shop that suddenly appeared shouted loudly.

"Boss. Haha, sorry, boss, I didn't mean to deceive you. My name is Wu Jinshui, but my real identity is a soldier, a soldier." The soldier named Wu Jinshui smiled at the boss and replied loudly, the smile on his face seemed so friendly.

"Whose soldiers are you?" The restaurant owner slowly stepped down the steps, but his voice was full of doubt. He could see that Wu Jinshui had no malice at all.

Although they were the only two of them answering on the street, almost every ear in every house was supported high at this moment, and their hearts were filled with the same doubts as the owner of the restaurant.

"We are the Liang family army, we are the soldiers of Young Master Liang." Wu Jinshui tried hard to make his body more upright and replied loudly in the proudest tone. "Do you know the Lanfang Kingdom? The Dutch in Jakarta wanted to occupy the Lanfang Kingdom and turned us Chinese into their laborers, their slaves, and the general general of the Lanfang Kingdom Luo Fangbo found our young master. So, we came, the Dutch fleet had surrendered to us, and the Wanjin army they sent to invade Lanfang had been completely wiped out by our Liang family army!

We are to let the Dutch understand that we Chinese are not a nation that can be bullied at will, but we are an army that exists to protect all Chinese compatriots. We are the soldiers of all Chinese compatriots in the world."

"Soldiers..." The restaurant owner chewed on this rare word, looking at the man with a musket on his back and a knife on his waist. His clothes were open in the middle of his body, beautiful metal buttons, and the pair of eyes still full of kindness and affinity under the iron-gray helmet.

"Uncle Jinshui..." At this time, a tender call came from the steps of the restaurant. Wu Jinshui turned his face and saw the fat son of the restaurant owner waving his fat little hand hard toward Wu Jinshui in the arms of the restaurant owner's wife.

"Hey, the shopkeeper... Come on, Uncle Jinshui brought you good things today. Do you want to eat them? This is milk candy." Wu Jinshui reached into his arms and took out two candies wrapped in tin foil.

"Mom, let me down, let me down!" The little guy's eyes lit up, and his hands were pushing his mother tightly with his hands.

"Anning, let him come over." The restaurant owner sighed softly and said. The restaurant owner's wife was a little hesitant, but she still obeyed her husband's words and put down her son. However, the panic and worry in her eyes could not be erased. She never thought that this shop that had been in her restaurant for two months and was very popular with customers and neighbors around her was actually a soldier. In her impression, none of them was a good thing.

Wu Jinshui opened his arms and lowered his body. The moment the little guy rushed to him, he picked him up, and tugged his short lips so hard that the little guy squeaked, then he handed the milk candy into the little guy's hand.

"You really are here to help us." The restaurant owner was still a little unbelievable. He looked at the son who was chewing milk candy beautifully in Wu Jinshui's arms, and murmured in a low voice, as if asking himself, or as if asking Wu Jinshui in front of him.

Lan Fangguo, the restaurant owner, has certainly heard that Luo Fangbo, the general general manager of Lan Fangguo, is the pride of almost all Chinese in the South China Sea. The name of Lan Fangguo not only curses those Western colonists, but also makes those Chinese compatriots who have fallen into the abyss of suffering in Southeast Asia as a symbol of hope.

Some time ago, the Dutch in Jakarta dispatched a large army to attack the Lanfang Kingdom in Borneo. At that time, almost every Chinese in Caopu Street fell into a sense of dullness and worry, just like the last trace of hope in their hearts was about to be extinguished.

But just a few days ago, some remarks suddenly circulated on Caopu Street, saying that the huge fleet sent by the Dutch to Borneo in the north had been wiped out, which had caused panic to the Dutch. Although they could not believe this was reality, they also vaguely prayed that this rumor was reality. This contradictory psychology exists in the hearts of every Chinese in Caopu Street, Jakarta.

And now,

"Of course, we are all Han people, we all come from the same level. If we don't help you, will we still help those damn Dutch people or those dirty indigenous people!" Wu Jinshui couldn't help laughing.

"Uncle Jinshui, there is sugar." At this time, a timid voice sounded from Wu Jinshui, which scared Wu Jinshui who was laughing. Only then did he notice that there was a pretty and cute little girl around him.

"It turns out it's Xiuying's little girl. Why did she come quietly? I scared you Uncle Jinshui jumped. Of course, I have candy. Come on, this is for you." Wu Jinshui took out the candy from his pocket again. As a result, several closed houses opened the doors again. Many little guys were a little timid and rushed over. Anyway, in one sentence: Uncle Jinshui, we also want to eat milk candy...

Seeing Wu Jinshui, who was surrounded by a group of children, was embarrassed and surrendered repeatedly, the restaurant owner subconsciously grinned and wanted to laugh, but he felt that he shouldn't have laughed. However, when he saw Wu Jinshui begging for mercy at these little guys in a mess, he could no longer help laughing, laughing so hard that even tears came out, slapped his thigh and shook his head.

At this time, many adults also walked out of every household, and almost all the streets of Caopu Street were repeating such stories. The original fear of the Chinese people in Caopu Street was gradually dispelled by the innocent laughter of the children who snatched candy. They were replaced by honesty, a little timid, but also with a joy of hope.

"Soldiers... All the soldiers of Chinese compatriots in the world, this sentence is very good." The owner of the restaurant took a deep breath of air. At this time, an explosion sounded again from Jakarta, with guns and cannons. However, he no longer had the urge to run away. He was curious, and almost all Chinese were curious about a question.

"Brother Jinshui, what's wrong with Jakarta?" The restaurant owner cleared his throat and said a little more respect in his tone. "How is it going to be like that? It's explosion again and gun again. Could it be that your brothers are hitting the Dutch people."

"There has been tricked by our young master to make those Dutch and those Javanese natives commit suicide. Our young master said that in the future, this place will become our own home for Chinese people. There will no longer be Dutch riding on our heads to act as a blessing, nor will the indigenous people bully our brothers and sisters at will." Wu Jinshui finally exchanged his helmet with the last two candies. After putting it on again, he quickly tied the straps so that these little guys who were willing to rob them again.

"Brother Jinshui, you mean that those Dutch people are fighting wars with the natives in Jakarta." A strong and even fat middle-aged man seemed a little cautious and asked Wu Jinshui.
Chapter completed!