Just half an hour before Yang Feng saw the telegram.

Pontianak.

Sutiya, deputy captain of the security team, who came on behalf of the Republic of Java, was walking proudly on the streets of Chinatown with more than a dozen subordinates, looking at the brightly dressed Chinese merchants with coveted eyes.

In this city, almost all the wealth is in the hands of Chinese people. In fact, it was the Chinese gold diggers that allowed West Borneo to emerge from the wilderness. Lanfang, Dagang, Sanzhaogou, and the three major companies had only established cities in this humid and hot rainforest for nearly two hundred years. They had their own military and political system and their own currency. They still have Luo Fangbo's memorial hall here. They were driven to the Sanzhaogou Company in North Borneo in the later struggle, and it was not until the Japanese occupation that they completely ended their history.

"It's ours one day sooner or later."

He looked at a Chinese girl walking by her side and greedily sniffed the faint fragrance on her body.

"Even women!"

The guy whispered to himself viciously.

But it is not the time. There are too many Chinese people here and too few Javanese people. The Republic, which is busy fighting against imperialists, does not have the ability to send more people, so he still needs to endure and wait until he drives away the Netherlands. At that time, everyone here is the lambs in his sheepfold.

"Mr. Han, it's so early!"

He said to the Chinese businessman standing in front of a shop with a hypocritical smile.

"Captain Sutiya, don't you come in and sit down?"

Mr. Han bowed and said.

"No, I have to go to the Australians." Sutiya said with a smile.

He did not notice that at this moment, a carriage full of straw was coming. The witch Mahathir, whom he knew behind the carriage, was taking more than a dozen subordinates to cross from both sides of the carriage.

Those Java security team members carrying the 38th National Basket also did not notice any abnormalities, and some even reached out to say hello to Mahathir's acquaintances.

Mahathir, who walked to the carriage, smiled strangely, suddenly reached out to the side, and then pulled out a black thing from the straw. Before Suthia could react, the thing pointed at him. Almost at the same time, Mahathir's index finger moved and a blazing flame suddenly spewed out.

Just as the loud noise came into his ears, Sutia felt as if a running horse hit his chest, and his whole body flew backwards like a sandbag hit by a critical hit.

At the same time, more than a dozen witches on both sides of the carriage pulled out their respective Remingtons at an extremely fast speed. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen flames spewed out. More than a hundred lead-made projectiles swept across the street in an instant like a storm. Almost none of the security guards under Sutia were spared, and they fell down like corn blown by a typhoon.

"Western Borneo is made of witches and Chinese, get out of Javanese dogs! We want our own republic, we don't want dirty Javanese!"

With the pedestrians on both sides watching, Mahathir quickly took his men forward and shot Sutiya and his men again. Then he took out the flyer in his arms, shouted and scattered it out, and then quickly retreated into the nearest alley.

By the time the security team and the Australian army arrived, only a dozen bloody corpses were left. Deputy Captain Sutiya, who came on behalf of the government of the Republic of Java, had his entire chest beaten into pieces of rotten flesh.

Looking at the flyer in his hand, Chen Shiying, who led the team to come, couldn't help but smile bitterly.

This arrogant street attack appeared in the news program of the Ming Empire Radio that night, and became the Pontianak Uprising, where the people of West Borneo were not afraid of violence and fought for freedom. Just as the announcer played the editorial written by Chief Yang in his charming voice, dozens of Javanese people near Pontianak were attacked by witches, nearly a hundred people were killed, and several of them were directly wiped out.

The angry Javanese in the security team, despite the opposition of the Chinese, launched a massive revenge against the Malays in Pontianak. Dozens of relatives of Mahathir's subordinates were arrested, more than a dozen of them were directly executed, and all local Malays were forced to watch during the execution.

When the Security Council representative sent by the Republic of Java stepped on a Malay in anger and chopped off his head while cursing the Malay pig, he did not notice the angry eyes of the Malays around him and the shameless sneer of the local Chinese.

This is how hatred begins.

At this moment, in Sishui, a remote beach outside the city, under the dark night, European bison roared and rushed to the shore. As the front door opened, Han Xu led his two hundred advance team members to rush out at an extremely fast speed, and there were ten M35 trucks running out with them.

This was made by Yang Feng from a gathering of American military fans in the original time and space, and then made it on the spacecraft. He has not yet been able to equip these people with very good military vehicles. The M35 is the best choice in all aspects.

Just as the European bison retreated to the sea, Han Xu called a soldier, who looked around, then pointed in a certain direction. Two hundred soldiers squeezed on ten M35s with their weapons and ammunition, and soon inserted into a nearby path. An hour later, they appeared on the streets of Chinatown without knowing each other, and stopped in the astonishing eyes of the Chinese who were used to getting up early.

"Han Xu?!" A Chinese vendor carrying fried dough sticks looked at Han Xu, who was fully armed and walked out of the car in disbelief.

Han Xu pulled out a fried dough stick from his hand, and while eating, he took out a handful of Daming Tongbao and said, "Go and get some food for you, but you haven't eaten yet!"

"Are you?" the vendor asked.

"Our head of state is worried that the Javanese and the British and Indian troops will hurt us Chinese when they fight, so they sent us to protect the Chinatown."

"Really or not?"

Upon hearing this, all the Chinese around him gathered up and said in disbelief.

By the way, they lived so old that they didn't expect that their compatriots would send troops to protect them. Usually, if there is something wrong with Chinese people here, it would be nice to have someone protest for them.

"What do you think! Not only us, but the Head of State sent the Kaohsiung cruiser. It is estimated that it had already arrived at the outer sea at this time." Han Xu said.

The Chinese around immediately cheered and then spread the good news separately.

At the same time, Han Xu also began to lead his subordinates to lay barricades at intersections. Although the number of 200 people was not large, fortunately, there were only a few main streets in Sishui Chinatown, blocking some alleys leading to the outside world, and leaving a small number of soldiers to guard against each other. Arrange the main force at the main intersection to form a complete defense.

The sudden arrival of their army did not attract any attention in Sishui. It was just a squad of 200 people. Although it was surprised by their silent appearance, both the British and the Javanese were only surprised. More than 100,000 troops on both sides were about to break out. Who was still in the mood to meddle in other people's business?

"This head of the Ming Empire likes to meddle in other people's business!"

On a street in the city, Brigadier General Malabi, the commander of the 39th Brigade of the British and Indian Army, sat in his Willis MB chariot, stared at the vaguely visible giant ship on the sea in the distance, and said to the adjutant beside him.

He went to the Javanese command to contact the two sides for a ceasefire. Although dozens of British and Indian soldiers died, the British government obviously did not want to get involved in a war that had nothing to do with them for this little thing. Besides, the Indian soldiers who died were not British soldiers. Although they were slapped in the face, the British government at this time was no longer the time when others spit at their feet and directly served the cannons decades ago. The British government has learned to restrain itself.

"I really like this Master. Although he is like a daydreaming lunatic, he has brought us the best radio station in Asia. Otherwise, I really don't know how to pass the time in this ghost place." The adjutant said with a smile.

"Are you crazy? Sometimes a lunatic will become a great man." Brigadier General Malabi said casually in a forest that was gradually approaching.

He didn't know that at this time, in the woods, a group of guys who were also looking forward to becoming great men were lying in the thick grass, pointing countless muzzles at the path through which they passed.

Vido, a member of the Java Youth League, waited motionlessly. Behind him, a free, prosperous, and democratic Republic of Java has stood tall. He could live in a house with lights and telephones, he could have a beautiful wife, he would also have his own land, and every morning he could also say hello to familiar people like the rich Chinese businessmen. When people saw him, they would not ask him to do all kinds of dirty coolies like calling a dog, but instead called him respectfully "Mr.

He was dreaming, when a strange bird song suddenly sounded in the quiet woods. Understanding the meaning of this signal, he suppressed his excitement and stared at the sight of the 38th Great Gallery. On both sides of him, all the Javanese and Japanese who participated in the ambush were also doing the same movements.

A sound of the car engine went from far to near, and soon a Willis MB with a large caliber machine gun appeared, followed by two consecutive vehicles, followed by three military trucks produced by the International Union Harvester Company. Because it had just rained heavily and the speed of the six cars on the muddy road was not very fast. Vido quickly aimed the muzzle's sight at the back seat of the third Willis, and slowly moved the muzzle as the car moved.

Brigadier General Malabi was leaning against the seat with his eyes closed, thinking about how to negotiate a ceasefire with the Javanese in the bumpy road! Suddenly, there was a loud bang in front, and amid the screams of the adjutant in front, he hurriedly opened his eyes. The Willis in the front was flipping upwards in the explosion of the flames, and he could even see the soldiers inside being thrown into the air.

"Mine!"

Amid the screams, the remaining five cars stopped at the same time, but at the moment they stopped, dense bullets whistled out of the dense forest.

The remaining two M2 machine guns immediately turned the gun, and the twelve-7 mm bullets were frantically shot at the ambushers, while the soldiers in the truck behind rushed out, but the sudden blow still caused a large number of soldiers to fall in a pool of blood before they could counterattack.

"Quick! Tell them my identity!"

Brigadier General Malabi pushed open the car door and shouted while rolling out, but just as he was about to get out, he suddenly felt a punch in the chest. The general lowered his head in shock.

"These lunatics!"
Chapter completed!