In March of the seventh year of Xiaode, the Spring Festival began, which was related to the future of countless scholars who passed down poems and books, and attracted the attention of the world.

At this time in the overseas Java Island, Chen Zhao was already standing outside the city of Batavia, Java Island.

He has 5,000 elite guards as the core, 13,000 guards from major trading companies as wings, and 30,000 sailor guards from Jiangnan, Fujian, Vietnam, and Guangdong as the periphery, as well as thousands of warships, countless cannons, and countless cannons.

The Qing's guns and ammunition drove the marauding natives to endlessly attack Batavia.

The Dutch have settled in Batavia for many years and built the castle very strong, so it was not captured for a while.

But Chen Zhao was not in a hurry, since all those who died were natives, so no matter how many Dutch and natives died, Chen Zhao would not feel the least bit distressed.

"I repeat again, the natives are spending as much as possible today, sending orders to the people of each family, asking them to cheer up. After working idle for so long, it's time to take the knife."

Every morning when he got up from his tent, Chen Zhao issued similar orders. He didn't like the hot and humid climate of Java Island, and the battles in the past few days were very boring.

Chen Zhao has always followed the routine of the army, which is very regular, but it may not be the case for others. When Chen Zhao walked out of his tent, there were more than a dozen people guarding his tent scattered to report the news. The living camps of various sea masters were not

They were put together instead of scattered. They trusted Chen Zhao. However, the sea had its own taboos and rules for so many years. When the distance was close, a fight was very likely, so it was better to be careful.

"Call everyone back, I have an order to deliver!"

When the group of people started to move, they were stopped by Chen Zhao, and the guards quickly stopped them. These dozen people were just watching the scene. When they heard Chen Zhao speak, they all came back with apologetic smiles.

"Yesterday the red-haired ghost had already raised the white flag, so as of this afternoon, all the native women in the camps must be uniformly placed. If you are reluctant, you can make a mark and return it to him in the future. But after this afternoon, it will still be private.

Hidden, I practiced this military law in Java Island and brought the words here, don’t say I didn’t say it.”

Everyone around agreed respectfully and then went to deliver the order.

Although they were doing business as a partnership, Chen Zhao's family was actually the only one. In addition, Chen Zhao had gunboats, musketeers, and elite guards in uniforms. What's more, they killed thousands of red-haired ghosts and tens of thousands of natives.

, what he said is not an exaggeration to call it military law, but an imperial edict.

Who dares not to obey orders given by such a person?

Chen Zhao's side has strict military discipline, but the sea lords and the wealthy merchant teams are different. Although they can do whatever they want on weekdays, on the ground of Java Island, they are invaders and conquerors, and the feeling of treating the natives as human beings is still different.

Yes, this area where the natives live near the fortress can be regarded as the highlight area of ​​the entire Java Island. Although the natives are not fully evolved, they still have some exotic customs. Many people and even the big and small bosses have obtained one or

There are only a few of them, but there aren't many places where they can be used for fighting in the past few days. It's a lot of fun to be in the camp all day long.

But after being relaxed for so long, now I am getting nervous.

At this time, the thirty-six small cannons and fifteen cannons arranged by Chen Zhao have been stabilized, and the surrounding area has been cleared. The marine artillerymen trained by the three major trading companies are operating. Their preparations are just to say, there is enough ammunition.

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The white flag on the Batavia city tower was still hanging. The Dutch could see that the group of Han people wanted to kill them all and plunder them all, but who was willing to fight to the death if they could surrender?

In order to survive, the bottom line is the lowest.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Endless artillery shells hit the city of Batavia, and those fortresses were completely defeated. Thousands of Jin Yiwei musketeers approached and fired,

The Dutch actually had muskets and light cannons, and they also had armor.

To be honest, in the past few days of hand-to-hand combat with the natives, his damage ratio was one to ten, or even one to fifty.

But there were too many natives, and the natives who were usually submissive to them now became vicious to them under the threat of Chinese guns and cannons. The Dutch had to use all their strength to fight against them.

But what made the Dutch even more desperate was that the Han people had stronger fighting capabilities. They had cannons and muskets, and their teams were more elite.

After the Dutch and the natives are both defeated, these Han Chinese will completely take advantage of them and completely occupy this place.

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"Is there a native who wants to see me? Teach him to come over!"

After Chen Zhao arranged the affairs, his subordinates reported that there was a native in the prison camp who wanted to see Chen Zhao. This man was not young, and his complexion looked much whiter than the ordinary natives. According to pirates who knew the local customs, this guy was very likely to

He is a local nobleman, chief or the like.

The native came over, knelt down and kowtowed first, and then chirped some bird language.

"What did this native say?"

The translator said: "My lord, this native said that my lord will be the king here from now on. If you want to take care of things here, you will always need the help of the local aborigines. The blood debt of the Han people, so many natives should also die."

After paying off, if you spare the lives of these remaining people, they are willing to work as cattle or horses, as your slaves, to contribute your wealth."

The translator was also a descendant of the Yuan family. They relied on their martial arts to escape the massacre and stayed on the island of Java for a hundred years. It can be said that they are proficient in the local dialects of various places, which is considered normal.

Chen Zhao frowned, turned his head and whispered with a smile:

"Haha, I have always known that even the natives of Java Island have smart people. For this native to make such a gesture, he must have a good mind."

Lin Fei smiled but did not answer, because he knew that Chen Zhao had something to say. As expected, Chen Zhao waved his hands with a smile and said:

"Cut it down!"

The native obviously understood Chinese. He raised his head in shock. The person behind him had already been chopped down with a knife. The knife fell on his head and blood spurted all over the ground. Chen Zhao said with a smile:

"Smart people understand the current situation, but they don't understand the general trend. The Dutch have few people and need to rely on these natives, but we have many people in the Zhou Dynasty, hundreds of thousands or millions. Only by killing them completely will we Han people

Territory!”

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After speaking, he took out the Miao knife given by Daiyu and pointed it to the sky: "We must use the Han people's swords to fight for the land for the Han people's plows!"

All the people around Chen Zhao were inspired by these words. Chen Zhao smiled, raised his voice, and said again:

"Today we will launch a general attack. We will catch up all the men of the natives and consume them completely before accepting the surrender of the Dutch."

Everyone agreed and went to make arrangements, but Jia Huan, who was following Chen Zhao, asked in a low voice:

"My lord, that group of red-haired barbarians killed so many of us Han people, so let's just make them surrender."

I was young and didn’t care too much. I also heard a lot about the Dutch massacring the Han people on the road. After arriving, I learned more truth from the locals. It was inevitable that I would be full of hatred. Chen Zhao smiled and took the photo

He patted Jia Huan on the shoulder and said in a deep voice:

"Letting them surrender does not mean letting them live, prepare to fight!"

Jia Huan was overjoyed when he heard this.

The natives all looked haggard. Even though they had only been there for a few days, the Han people had never regarded them as human beings, and they did not want to eat enough. Now that they saw children and the elderly being driven over, they wondered what was going to happen.

Completely desperate.

They now understood that the Han pirates who had gathered their strength were ready to kill people. If they did not forget to charge at the castle, they would die.

Maybe if you rush over, you can survive a little longer.

The drums beat, and the natives rushed towards the Dutch fortress exhausted and desperate.

"The Han people outside are using our hands to consume the indigenous people. If we kill all the indigenous people, we will have a chance to surrender."

The Dutch Governor stood at the top of Batavia and said with a bitter look on his face.
Chapter completed!