September 11, 1881

Shangri-La Island (formerly known as Irian Island or Guinea Island)

Chayapra

This is an excellent deep-water harbor located in the northeast corner of Shangri-La Island. There are several tall island mountains outside the harbor, which blocks all the surging winds and waves in the South Pacific and also blocks the view of peeping outside the sea.

The harbor is calm and unwavering, the turquoise sea water contrasts with the blue sky and white clouds, a gray-white pier trek extends into the bay, two cargo ships from the Far East route, and three Seagull-class patrol ships.

Not far along the pier is a small seaside town full of Chinese architecture, which is Chayapra Town.

This brand new immigrant town is built in a valley. There are spacious roads paved with stone slabs in the town. Most of the buildings are made of wooden structures. The tall roofs have Chinese-style eaves. The layers of buildings are spread out one after another, which is very beautiful.

The town seemed quite lively, with grain and oil shops, daily necessities shops, blacksmith shops, theater brothels, wine shops, Huitong banks, and police stations. The streets were wearing light-colored clothes and bamboo hats, and the endless stream of pedestrians greeted people who were familiar with them, full of fireworks.

On one side of this town is the coast guard camp.

High looking at the whistle

Shi Chang Wu Mantun climbed up the wardrobe with a can of fish soup in his hand, looked at the three soldiers on duty on the top, and said in a good mood, "Brothers, what do I bring to you?"

"What, it's delicious, I've already smelled the fragrance." Soldier Arc sniffed his nose hard and said.

"My God, it's fish soup again. We've gotten drunk with this thing. Can you give me some broth or something?" Soldier B came over and saw it and couldn't help but complain.

"A bunch of shameless things." Wu Mantun put the fish soup can in his hand on the ammunition box and a large bag of steamed buns, and began to criticize his soldiers. "Look at your current virtues. Before you came to Australia, you couldn't even eat enough. During the famine, you even chewed all the barks. Now, you are so good that you even dislike drinking fish soup. A bunch of prodigal things."

"Wu Shi Chang, the ones who have seen the sky in the past few months are eating fish, braised fish, dried fish, salted fish, fish soup, and fish balls. I want to change the taste for you too." Soldier Yi retorted.

"You are in a blessing but don't know how lucky..." Wu Mantun was suddenly interrupted by the soldiers' armor before he finished speaking; "There is a long report, and there is something happening when he looks at the far sea."

"What?" Wu Mantun's face suddenly became serious and rushed to the next side of the soldier's armor.

There is a large vertical telescope here, which allows you to see the far-sea lookout on the peaks of the islands in the distance.

You can see through a vertical telescope;

A yellow cloth appeared in the far sea viewing whistle, and a soldier stood on a high place, typing flags in this direction.

It means that a Dutch three-masted sailboat is approaching, about 11 nautical miles away, expected to arrive in 50 minutes, and is being continuously tracked and monitored.

The far-sea lookout is set on the peak of the island surrounding the bay. From there, you can see the extreme distance of the outer sea, which serves as an early warning.

Yellow cloth means a serious warning. If red cloth is laid, it will confirm that the threat is coming.

"You continue to monitor closely, I will report now." Wu Mantun did not dare to neglect it. This was because the peak of the peak demanded strict monitoring of the offshore seas and reported any situation quickly.

He ran downstairs quickly, and there was a hand-crank telephone on the second floor of the Loongwangshou. Wu Mandun picked up the phone receiver and put it in his ear, then shook it quickly a few times; "Hey, hey, is the Water Police District War Preparation Duty Room? I am the dock looking out and found a three-masted sailboat..."

Time hasn't passed

A shrill alarm sounded from the entire water police district, and the officers and soldiers resting in the dormitory rushed out of the room and ran towards their respective combat positions.

Dockside

Three Seagull-class patrol ships were igniting and boosting the pressure. When the steam boiler reaches a certain pressure, it can promote the operation of the steam engine.

Li Jie, commander of Shangri-La's detachment fleet, stood up when he heard the alarm. He was working with Shangri-La's water police district commander Huo Xiaohu and deputy commander Zheng Dagen to study the cooperation plan for water and land. He looked at each other when he heard the alarm, immediately went out and turned over and drove quickly towards the dock.

The Dutch came, this was a long time ago.

Li Jie needs to return to the warship quickly to deal with any possible situation.

In the command center

Huo Xiaohu and Zheng Dagen stood up with a serious expression, watched the soldiers in the water police district gather through the window, and then quickly ran towards the battle position.

The commander of Shangri-La Water Police District, Huo Xiaohu, and the deputy commander of the command, Zheng Dagen, are all outstanding officers who emerged in the "Grand Cleaning and Security Operation". They were promoted to the first level after being trained by senior officers.

Huo Xiaohu was promoted from deputy commander to commander, and he was in charge of military power alone. He was also considered a well-known figure.

Because of his outstanding military achievements, Zheng Dagen was directly promoted to deputy commander of the water police district commander from the Third Company Commander of the Huqi Guard.

He left his beloved Dragon Cavalry Guard and came to the water police district to serve, and changed from a cavalry to an infantryman, achieving a leap in military positions and becoming a senior officer.

"A three-masted sailboat? It seems that the news can't be hidden." Huo Xiaohu stood in the room without moving, muttering to himself.

Zheng Dagen calmly walked to the window and raised his telescope to look; "My commander, your judgment is correct, the far sea whistle has been replaced with red cloth."

"The Earl said that we sweat more in daily life and less in wartime. It seems that we need to conduct practical training to deal with the coming difficult situations." Huo Xiaohu said in a deep voice.

"The commander and commander clearly." Zheng Dagen said this and his face became more serious.

The three-masted sailboat on the coast did not need to worry about the water police. It was a foregone conclusion that the three Seagull-class patrol ships of the Coast Guard Task Force took action and captured them.

But with it, the news could no longer be hidden.

If the Dutch invades, the officers and soldiers of the water police district will be used at that time. They have a high chance of striking the Dutch colonial army head-on and must be fully prepared.

On the blue sea

A three-masted sailing ship was sailing towards the port of Chayapura, which was the "Tulip" that set sail from the port of Surabaya. After arriving on Luzon Island, it detoured on Irian Island when it returned.

Captain Marco Van Nistrui stood next to the steering wheel with a serious expression, carefully observing the distant coastline with a monocular telescope, looking for any abnormal clues.

Mr. Frank Sneider wanted to come over with an anxious expression, but was blocked by the strong sailors as strong as a bear. He could only shout loudly. "Mr. Captain, there is the port of Chayapra in front. The bay is surrounded by several tall islands. You can't see anything here. We can get closer. I only need 20 people on a small sampan with guns to reconnaissance, and you can figure out what's going on..."

"Shut up, idiot." Captain Marco Van Nistroy was in a very upset. Jaapra gave him a bad feeling, which was out of keen intuition.

The 60 fully armed white colonists disappeared like this. How could it be a simple matter?

Marco Van Nistroy had a premonition that this would be a big trouble. The sailors on the ship had all been armed, unsheathed their swords and loaded their bullets, ready to face a fierce battle at any time.

Neither Spanish pirates nor British people are easy to deal with.

He would not send 20 of his subordinates into the tiger's mouth. When he thought of this, Marco Van Nistroy ordered loudly; "Put the middle mast sail, the rear mast sail, and sail to the right 12 degrees."

Hearing the captain's order, the sail cable hand flexibly climbed up the high middle and rear mast like a monkey. Other sailors twisted the winch hard, and the huge middle and rear sails were quickly tied up.

The sail cable flexibly walked up the high Zhiyan, just like a clever acrobat, tied the sail tightly on the Zhiyan that fluctuated up and down.

The three-masted sailboat suddenly slowed down and stopped patrolling about eight nautical miles away from the sea outside Jayapra, wanting to see if any abnormal situation occurred.

More than two hours later

The Tulip sailboat still patiently kept the distance, like a cunning fox, and immediately pulled out and ran away when it was wrong.

"Mr. Captain, we have 140 fully armed young men on our ship, and the Port of Chayapra is right in front. I don't know what you are afraid of?" Mr. Frank Sneider's patience has long been exhausted.

After all, he is just a white farmer, in other words, a landlord and old fortune.

Neither have rich experience in fighting winds and waves at sea, nor have they faced the challenges of powerful opponents, nor have they encountered countless life and death crises, so they regard the problem too simply.

But his words did affect some simple-minded sailors, waving their swords and guns in their hands frantically;

"Captain, let's get closer and see whoever is there, and let these bastards taste the taste of swords and guns."

"Yes, we can defeat ten times the enemy. Let's see what's going on there? Maybe we can have fun."

"Aoaoao... The blood of the battle is boiling, and the blade is eager to kill."

"Maybe there is nothing, only some native monkeys."

The clamor of the sailors did not affect the captain Marco Van Nistroy. He frowned and said with disgust. "No one on this ship dared to question my order, tie the stupid pig up and tuck it upside down, and hang it on the mast to make him more awake."

"I protest, I have the Governor's Office on my hand..."

Before Mr. Frank Sneider could finish his words, he had been put over by a group of strong sailors, tied with a hemp rope like a rice dumpling, hanging upside down on the mast, and stuffed a dirty sock in his mouth that he had not changed for a long time, rising and falling as the sailing ship was.
Chapter completed!