Dominate the Country

"No, no. You can't bring so many soldiers into the city. This will irritate the sensitive nerves of local residents."

"The public security in Surabaya is very secure, I swear to you. We will ensure your safety!"

"We are fully capable of ensuring the safety of all of you. You can't bring so many soldiers!"

Zhao Yan transferred a whole team of soldiers from the ship in front of the returning clerk. These marines, with neat uniforms, agile steps, and weapons polished to a shine, came down from the warships one after another. One hundred people looked like a small army! They even carried a cannon.

The faces of several Dutch officials on the dock turned green and red, and they were extremely angry, but they still had to swallow their anger and persuade.

Zhao Yan did not insist on taking a team of marines into Surabaya. He knew it was a trap.

No matter what the Dutch were up to, his line was destined to be bloody.

The situation in Surabaya City has reached a point where it cannot be stopped. The Chinese guards assembled in various parts are ready to go, and the Military Intelligence Bureau has made a lot of efforts in it. What the Military Intelligence Bureau never expected was that the natives would be so cruel and directly beat so many people to death. The consequence of the death of many Chinese people before and after was that their medals flew away.

Zhao Yan did not insist on bringing a team of soldiers into Surabaya City, but the Marines of that team did not return to the ship, but settled down at the port nearby.

Following Zhao Yan into Surabaya City were a squad of soldiers and a freelance writer - Huang Dingyou.

This guy had originally agreed with an immigrant ship heading to Nanmingzhou to follow and see it. But he was afraid after all. He did not rush to the ship when the immigrant ship left Pancheng [Belitung Island], and shamefully became a deserter. After that, he kept wandering around Pancheng, Singapore, and Penang, and wrote many articles introducing the customs and geography of Nanyang and sent them back, which made him a little famous.

The newspapers that sent the manuscripts were no longer limited to Nanjing, but also Shanghai, Guangzhou, and Fuzhou. Although the income was unstable, it was not small. He could not be said to be rich, but he had enough food and drink, and he saved a little money, so he lived a happy life.

"Dear fellow villagers, I am honored to receive your kindness. But as you can see, Zhao is going to have a meeting with the Surabaya Supervisor now, so I can't have a drink with you at noon. Let's wait until the evening, and we will meet and get drunk."

"There is a long way to go. There is a long way to go!"

Zhao Yan would not be stupid enough to show his disdain for the Nanyang Chinese. No matter what, they are all from the same country. This is the same reason why Nanjing people look down on outsiders, but when facing foreigners, they are all on the same side.

The fleet moved from Pontianak to Surabaya. The journey was short and did not require a large amount of fresh water, fruits and vegetables, meat and other things, but the local Chinese leaders still organized a large amount of meat, fresh fruits and vegetables to entertain the troops.

If Zhao Yan was not going to meet Rokusen, he would be willing to get close to these people. Because he was very optimistic about Surabaya. Java's products were too rich. As long as they were managed a little, large quantities of sugar, coffee, tobacco, teak, cassava, rubber, spices, vegetable oil, etc. would develop rapidly. Surabaya is located in the center of the sea east of Batavia, and its future development prospects are worth looking forward to.

The streets in Surabaya have the kind of crowded, noisy and vibrant unique to colonial port cities.

There are people of all colors everywhere, and European sailors wearing thin clothes and tilted hats are rushing around on the streets. White or mixed-race policemen, wearing shorts, carrying batons or guns, wandered around lazily. Even if a Chinese fleet suddenly arrived outside the port, they could not cheer up. The air was filled with a strange smell of fruit and garbage mixed together.

Sometimes it made people vomit, sometimes it was sweet, and there was also a smell of alcohol.

Zhao Yan walked along, observing the many shirtless locals here carefully. Many of them were men in their prime, with dark skin, but lazy expressions. They stayed in the corner to bask in the sun, and there was no sign of diligence on them. But the eyes looking at them were full of greed, and there was also a trace of imperceptible fear.

Some people would hang a knife on their waists, and the fierce eyes that "returned" Zhao Yan made these monkeys look a little fierce.

The surrounding streets were full of various shops. Looking at the signs, most of them were in Chinese and foreign languages, and the shops of the indigenous people did not even have signs. Almost all the Chinese shops were locked, and in front of those closed shops, there were many natives gathered at the door of the shops, squatting there and talking and laughing, and no one knew what they were talking about in the native language that sounded like birds.

But Zhao Yan could imagine that if a fight really broke out between the Chinese and the natives, these Chinese shops would either be robbed or burned down.

As they went deeper and deeper, the dock was left far behind, and Zhao Yan's brows gradually frowned. Because more and more native men with swords appeared around him. The vicious and cold eyes of those natives looking at him made him murderous.

The eyes looking at the prey made Zhao Yan feel that his dignity was violated.

He winked at the squad leader behind him, who had already calmed down and became nervous.

Even Huang Dingyou smelled something wrong, and the atmosphere around him made him feel uneasy. Huang Dingyou's hand unconsciously reached into his backpack, which contained two pistols. This was the benefit of becoming a war correspondent, and he had a gun license.

He should have hung these two muskets on his waist, but he didn't expect that there would be any danger, so he threw the muskets into his backpack early. Huang Dingyou regretted it now.

Halfway down a street, Zhao Yan's mouth curled up, revealing his white teeth. He watched the clerk who invited him to see Rokusen suddenly run away with a team of Dutch military police and turned into an alley. Then a group of native monkeys with knives suddenly appeared at the intersection in front and behind.

These people looked violent, staring at Zhao Yan and his party with cold and cruel eyes. The dark skin and white teeth formed a perfect contrast, making the monkeys' bared teeth look like the bared teeth of a beast before biting people.

"Are the Dutch going to go to war with the Empire?" Huang Dingyou broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead. He couldn't believe what he saw. The Dutch ran away without covering up or disguising themselves.

Leaving the twelve of them surrounded by native monkeys was murder, blatant murder.

No, that's not right. The Dutch hadn't run away yet, they were in that alley. Huang Dingyou just met the eyes of a foreigner who stuck his head out to look.

"Justice is only within the range of the cannon!" Zhao Yan said coldly. The emperor's words were very appetizing to their navy.

"As long as we all die here. Isn't it up to the Dutch to make up their own stories?" As for whether the Dutch's stories would be trusted by everyone, it depended on how thick their gun barrels were and how many there were.

"Bang!" The crisp sound of gunfire rang out. Zhao Yan was not afraid of the evil appearance of the natives. He took out his pistol and shot at the native monkey wielding a machete. His head exploded, and brain and blood splattered everywhere.

The sound of the whole street suddenly became clear.

The Dutch officials and military police hiding in the alley were surprised and called God. Was there an illusion in their eyes? When did the Chinese become so arrogant and domineering? They pulled out guns and killed people before the natives rushed up? These barbarians are really not the cowardly Chinese in their impressions.

"Oh oh..."

A beast-like howl sounded. The natives on the street glared at Zhao Yan and his group with scarlet eyes. The Chinese team of only twelve people really had no deterrent power. And the six warships at the port were absolutely no problem for the monkey-like natives in Surabaya.

Because Surabaya was the territory of the Dutch, and the Dutch had a fleet far more powerful than China.

The Chinese only defeated the Dutch pirates in Sulu, so how dare they fire at the Dutch city? That was to go to war with the regular Dutch fleet. You know, the regular Dutch naval fleet is really powerful. The tall sailing ships are much larger than the small boats on the dock, and they have many more gun ports!

The real thing is that the natives who don't know the truth at all use their "ignorance" to make up for the killing in Surabaya, which was instigated by China and the Netherlands.

In the eyes of these ignorant native monkeys, the taller the sailing ship is, the better, and the more gun ports on the ship, the better.

The six Chinese naval warships coming from Pontianak really fought, and the entire Dutch fleet in Batavia did not dare to be careless, but from the perspective of the monkeys, these Chinese naval warships are far from being the opponents of the Dutch fleet.

They are very "small" and they have few gun ports.

So what are they afraid of?

The Chinese are only strong against pirates and their strength, and they have the powerful Dutch as their backers.

Sukarno and Akbar were two frogs who looked at the sky from a well, and they took the sky they saw with their eyes as the real sky.

The next moment Zhao Yan took action, all the soldiers had taken off their muskets from their backs and fired at the natives in front of them.

Bullets pierced through flesh and blood, blood splashed, screams rose, and at the same time, there was the sound of grenades exploding.

A large number of native monkeys fell down, and a large number fell down immediately.

Although Zhao Yan and his men were blocked in the middle of the road, the stupid native monkeys just rushed from the ground instead of sending people to climb on the roof. This made it much easier for Zhao Yan and his men to deal with it.

The gunshots and explosions caused a large number of monkeys on both ends to fall down instantly, and then a group of people immediately broke open the side door and hid in the house.

Double-barreled short guns replaced rifles and continued to fire, and there were also grenades.

Even Huang Dingyou could hold the grenade and throw it out, and the bloody smell immediately washed away the taste of the fruit. A broken toe hit Zhao Yan's chest, leaving a red mark on his white navy uniform.

A native screamed miserably as his stomach was blown open, blood mixed with internal organs flowed out, and there was green and yellow feces in it, staining the ground under him red. But the next moment, shrapnel from another exploded grenade penetrated his temple.

The sound of gunfire was drowned out by the shouting of the native monkeys, but the sound of explosions could not be stopped. Riots immediately broke out in Surabaya City.

This important port city was taken away by the Dutch from the Mataram Sultanate, which had not yet been divided, 35 years ago. In the past 30 years, there have been riots and resistances from the indigenous people. However, these indigenous monkeys would flee in panic as soon as they were shot, and even the Dutch cannons could not provoke them.

Now there were sudden explosions in the city, and many unaware indigenous people and Dutch people were shocked.

But the Chinese in Surabaya responded quickly. The Chinese in Southeast Asia have suffered more than one massacre and persecution in the past 200 years. Those are ready-made examples and ready-made teaching materials. The appearance of Chen Han unified everyone's "thoughts" and easily unified the "rules".

"Pa pa pa..."

The 2,000-man Chinese guards began to act. This number accounts for almost half of the young and strong Chinese in Surabaya. This city built by the Chinese has the highest density of Chinese people to date.

…

Surabhai City Hall is actually a small castle inland of Surabaya. Because Surabaya was built on a swamp, the area too close to the dock is not suitable for building a castle.

This is also where Rokusen lives. After leaving the office building and walking back, there is a large lawn at the entrance. Several native gardeners in Western-style slave clothes are watering. It is not difficult to cultivate such a lawn in such a tropical place!

Looking over, the courtyard is spacious and the buildings are neat. Coconut trees are dotted around the lawn.

It is like a bunch of unfolded parasols, blocking the sun above.

A group of neatly dressed business ladies are already chatting and laughing on the lawn.

No matter how long Zhao Yan's conversation with Rokusen lasts, Rokusen will hold a friendly dinner after it ends.

Now the dining tables connected here have been set up, and the chefs wearing white tall hats are standing with their chests and bellies protruding. Plates of fresh and delicious fruits, plates of sweet and delicious snacks, and a lot of drinks have been placed on the table. There were also rows of native slaves in white clothes standing on the left and right, waiting quietly.

The Dutch were absolutely not welcome to the arrival of the Chinese fleet. But for the sake of the six warships in the port, Supervisor Rokusen had to hold a grand banquet to express his friendly attitude towards China. Even if the Batavia fleet arrived in Surabaya, for God's sake, no Dutchman was willing to start a war with the Chinese at this point in time.

Rokusen also invited British merchants in Surabaya and local merchants to attend the luncheon.

There was no way, the style of Surabaya was only so high now. If it was in Batavia, there would be business representatives or managers of trading houses from Spain, Britain, France and other countries to invite, but in Surabaya now, there were only merchants and merchants.

Then everyone here was startled by the sudden gunfire and explosion.

One person was so trembling that he spilled a glass of wine on the lady opposite him. The red wine seemed to have entered the torrent of the deep valley and slid down from the deep white groove on her chest.

No one paid attention to this interesting thing at this moment. Everyone faced the place where the gunshots and explosions came from, and opened their mouths in surprise.

"Has the war broken out?"

An Englishman suddenly felt dizzy.

He couldn't help but feel dizzy. If the war broke out, it would be a disaster for him who had his business in Surabaya.

Suddenly, he wanted to pick up a wine glass and smash it hard on a fat man's face.

"Where are there so many gunshots?" The nearest dense gunshots came from, and Rokusen felt that it was no more than a thousand meters away from the city hall.

Gunshots.

A lot of gunshots.

And explosions.

Surabaya, the whole Surabaya was drowned by gunshots.

This was definitely not the Chinese team of 100 people on the dock.

"Mr. Supervisor, Mr. Supervisor, it's bad, it's a big deal. The Chinese, the Chinese in Surabaya are shooting. I don't know where they got so many muskets from, and now they are besieging Sukarno and Akbar."

"They are shooting and killing people recklessly. I saw them kill at least a hundred natives..."

Just like falling into an ice hole in the coldest days of winter, Governor Rokusen, who was still in doubt a moment ago, felt cold all over his body at this moment.

"Phillips, go find Phillips. Let him calm it down immediately, calm it down. Control the whole city!"

Rokusen's head was buzzing, and panic swept through his body and mind. He knew he had messed up. The Chinese were definitely prepared. They suddenly had a large number of musketeers, and they appeared in large numbers from different Chinese neighborhoods...

They were prepared, or they had planned it.

This matter is really going to be bad!

Surabaya Port.

Teams of marines rushed down the cabin, and the Dutch-Indonesian troops stationed at the port were about to collapse. Did the Chinese fill every cabin with soldiers? There were too many soldiers in these small sailing ships.

A battalion? No. This is at least a regiment! [European system]

A team of marines stationed on the dock, with the cooperation of another team of marines who landed, easily disarmed the Dutch-Indonesian troops on the dock. In the middle, except for the killing of two native policemen when they were trying to establish their authority, there were no more bullets and blood.

Then these soldiers began to advance towards Surabaya City with the cooperation of the guide.

Several rockets, guided by the lookouts on the mast, fell into the gathering place of the native monkeys. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the huge roar made the monkeys flee in panic. Surabaya has no coastal defense forts. This port fell into the hands of the Dutch more than 30 years ago. At that time, the Dutch rule in the East Indies was already very solid. The symbol of their rule here is the castle-like city hall. According to the evolution of the native monkeys, even if all the monkeys in Surabaya rioted, they could not break the city hall. Then the Dutch had a small barracks at the port, but now the Dutch-Indonesian troops in this barracks have no courage to pull the trigger on the Chinese navy.