Almost in an instant, all the windows on both sides shone at the same time, and the stormy bullets ejected from the muzzle, slashing through the air with a harsh whistling sound, easily penetrated the bodies of women and children, and splashed fires on the stone streets.

These poor people who had just walked out of the concentration camp, whose thin body was as thin as a skeleton, kept shaking like a sandbag under the powerful impact of the bullet, and with the smiles that bloomed on their faces for the first time in four years, they kept falling into a pool of blood one after another.

"Strike back!"

The lieutenant held the Sden submachine gun and fired frantically at the opposite window, while shouting at his slightly panicked subordinates. The familiar voice of the 38 Dagai made him feel as if he was in the jungle of Hongshawadie again.

Dozens of British and Indian troops who were suddenly attacked entered the battle state at a very fast speed, which was considered a battle of hundreds of battles. Then the submachine guns in the hands of the squad leader also spewed out flames, while the infantry with relatively ideal positions directly took out grenades, and under the cover of the firepower of his companions, they threw MK2 grenades into the nearest window.

But at this moment, the window of a small building diagonally opposite in front suddenly opened, and a striking flame ejected from the dark background.

The sound of the Type 92 heavy machine gun made the lieutenant scream in despair: "Woodpecker!"

On the empty streets, no infantry can fight against heavy machine guns, even if this heavy machine gun is the Type 92, which is known for its performance garbage.

Behind the deadly window, Matsumoto, a former Japanese soldier, roared hysterically with a grin of pleasure, watching the British and Indian soldiers and the Dutch civilians slumped under their guns in groups. Next to him, a soldier from the Java People's Security Army was pushing Yiban bullets into the bullet supply port in a panic.

"Surrender, hurry, let's surrender!"

Modi, who was so hard that he was not afraid to look up by a heavy machine gun, curled up in a corner and shouted loudly to his companion opposite him.

He is a Muslim, a native of India, and he is also looking forward to being able to establish himself, and he is not interested in fighting the Javanese who are also Muslims for such reasons to the end.

The other surviving soldiers also lost the courage to fight for the same reason.

"Don't forget our responsibilities..."

The lieutenant's angry shout came to an abrupt end because their duties were meaningless. The women and children who were escorted were all in pools of blood. Some seriously injured were still screaming and struggling, but then they were hit by heavy machine gun bullets and flew out of blood.

"These bastards!" He cursed in grief.

But at this moment, his head swayed violently, and then his brain matter mixed with blood sprayed out from the back of his head.

"We surrender!"

As soon as the lieutenant died, Modi took out a handkerchief without hesitation, picked it up on the bayonet and stretched it out.

The gunfire from the opposite side gradually stopped.

Modi and the 20 surviving soldiers raised their guns over their heads and walked out of their hiding places. Similarly, the Javanese also rushed out with the 38-large hoods on the bayonets, stabbing the bayonets into the bodies of the Dutch women and children who were still struggling. Then they quickly surrounded Modi and others, and then directly seized their weapons.

"You can't take our weapons."

An English-Indian soldier said with some dissatisfaction.

The Java officer opposite him suddenly showed a strange smile.

"What are you going to do? We are the British and Indian troops."

Modi shouted in horror as he looked at the guns pointing at him.

The Javanese officer sneered and waved his hand, and the dense gunfire sounded again.

"Look, inferior goods are inferior goods. They actually massacred women and children and killed surrendered prisoners. This is simply crazy and outrageous. It is obvious that handing over the East Indies to such a group of vain is not only irresponsible, but also a crime. Just follow my condemnation statement to the radio station and let them plug in the middle of each program and play it."

More than ten hours later, Yang Feng on Anbuna Island sneered and handed over the letter of condemnation he had drafted himself to Lao Huang. The wings of his little butterfly did not change history, and there were actually quite a few things that should have happened.

Now his Ming Empire Radio Station has become the most popular channel in Southeast Asia, including those white people, who can say that they must listen to every day, and even in southern China, some people with conditions must open this channel every day.

It's very simple, this channel has a lot of programs.

From Aunt Wang, Grandma Deng, Grandma Qi, to Celine Dion, Adele, Taylor Swift, and even Alan Jackson, dozens of kings and queens who have traveled across different histories, countries, and even races, to storytelling, opera, and even Pavarotti's tenor, John Lennon's rock music, and even the outrageous excerpts of ghost blowing lights to play. Under such a full-scale carpet bombardment, it is indeed difficult not to attract listeners.

"Sukano is so stupid. He actually provoked the British. Now he will be whipped."

Lao Lin said gloatingly.

"Is Sukano? He probably may not know about this ambush. Of course, even if he knows, he may not be able to intervene. He is just a tablet dedicated to all forces. Social Workers, radical religious elements, bandits, and there are no messy forces in the Java army around Surabaya. These people are looking forward to war. Only war can give them opportunities for development. They will not have any chance in the peaceful world. They like chaos. Even if they are not chaos, they will mess up. They are like catfish in the river, and muddy water is their favorite."

Yang Feng said with a sneer.

Of course, Muddy Waters is also his favorite.

"This is your weapon. Take these ammunition for the time being. If there is no one, you should have asked for it. You should already be very clear about my request. In short, I will not forget your loyalty when I do what I have told you."

He pointed to a large box of Remington 870 and a bullet-filled belt, and said to Mahathir and the ten confidants he brought, as well as two other Malay Baath Party members on the island.

"Sir, just wait for good news!"

Mahathir picked up a handful of Remington 870 and said with a grin.

He and these ten confidants had already sent their whole family to the island, and then they were assigned to the house. When he walked into his house on the fourth floor, he looked at the white walls around him, the silver-glass windows, the lights above his head, and the speaker boxes installed on the walls, all of which were dreamy. He would never forget the scene when his wife collapsed directly on the ground when she walked into the house. Although he scolded the woman who had never seen the world to embarrass him, his legs were weak.

Even white people have to live in such a luxury house. For such a house, he will not be frown even if he kills his own compatriots or even kills white people.

His ten subordinates were in the same mood now, because the house they assigned was no different from Mahathir. It was a pity that these people had never thought that they would have such a house since they were born, even in their most absurd dreams. It was not a house, it was simply heaven.

Well, most of the Malays at this time had no real houses. They just built a straw shed to shelter from the wind and rain, and then there were mats inside. The adults and children in the family were on the mat, so they were living.

Yang Feng nodded with satisfaction, then brought a bullet to him with his own hands and said, "Do it well, I will be the introduction person to join the party when I come back."

Mahathir shivered excitedly and lay on the ground and kowtowed to him. The others also kowtowed. Then they stood up with resolute expressions and returned to Pontianak with full of passion and loyalty to send out the roar of the people of West Borneo to resist the Javanese invaders.

Looking at their backs, Yang Feng smiled with emotion. People are easy to buy at this time. A 50-square-meter two-bedroom apartment can make a person die for himself!

The houses he built on the island were all based on a template, a six-story unit building, a small apartment with two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom. So far, more than 500 citizens of the Ming Empire have moved into new houses, but because some supporting facilities have not been completed, they still have to eat in the public canteen.

However, the water and electricity supply has been completed.

Although his power plant was not built, it was still easy to use a diesel generator obtained from Hyundai to drive lighting for hundreds of families.

As for his real power plant, it will take some time. Although the Anbuna Islands are the most famous natural gas field in Southeast Asia, the problem is that they are all on the sea. Even modern times are only small-scale developments. With his current capabilities, he definitely has no hope, so he can only choose other methods. First, hydropower. The island is building a dam upstream of a major river to generate electricity. Originally, Anbuna Island relies on this, and there is also a thermal power plant. This is definitely not something that his migrant workers can do. They need to hire real engineering companies from Europe.

But this cannot be achieved at least in the short term.

In addition, he has the easiest way, but this requires a little something else.

"Among the immigrants on the island, are there anyone who originally lived in Si Shui?" he asked Lao Lin.

"Yes, there are still a lot. I remember that there are more than 100 people in the National Defense Forces alone. Not only Surabaya, Batavia, Semarang, and Bandung, there are millions of Chinese people on Java Island, but Batavia alone costs more than 200,000 people." Lao Lin said hurriedly.

"Select the army and let them go home, take their weapons home directly, and bring another radio station back." Yang Feng said, his army had expanded to a brigade and even began to be equipped with Type 86 infantry fighting vehicles.

"Sir, you want to..." Lao Lin said in confusion.

"Protect overseas Chinese, armed overseas Chinese!"

Yang Feng said with a smile.
Chapter completed!