Chapter 26: Massacre

Chapter 26: Massacre

"Dadada..." Originally, when the natives saw that there were only hundreds of people in the Iron Blood Army, they were preparing to flood the other side with human-sea tactics, but when the Ten Ting heavy machine guns fired, they realized that it was not as easy as they imagined to break through the hundreds of people in front of them.

"Dadada..."

"Ah...ah..." Under the super firepower of the ten-ting heavy machine gun, the natives holding spears and wooden sticks fell down one by one. The thousands of natives gathered in this place ran wildly back. After a while, except for the corpses left by the natives or the wounded who were half-dead, only the Iron Blood Army troops were still standing there, while the overseas Chinese were stunned.

"Oh... gentlemen of officers, I think you'd better enter it first. There are too many natives." The man who was called Li Bo reacted at this time, came to Lu Yixuan, shook hands with Lu Yixuan, and invited Lu Yixuan and the others to enter the village. This village is made up of two natural mountains, with this entrance in the middle. After passing the entrance, there is an unobstructed plain, a stronghold for overseas Chinese in Indonesia.

"Mr. Li, our purpose here is not to enter, but to tactics to block the indigenous people here and prevent the indigenous people from attacking the village under the attack of our army, so we don't have to go in. The people came to dig trenches and fortifications. Our mission this time is not difficult. No matter how many indigenous people fleeing here, they will be killed. You cannot let one go. Immediately untie the ammunition and the mortar team is ready to bombard the shell at any time." Rejecting Li Bo's invitation, Lu Yixuan's mission to come here is to prevent the indigenous people from rushing into the gathering place of overseas Chinese under the oppression of the army to prevent accidents.

"There are many troops behind the chief, and they are shooting at us." These indigenous people with tens of thousands of people come from different tribes, including more than a hundred men, and thousands or even thousands of people. The Iron Blood Army attacked and suppressed from all directions, gathering the indigenous people little by little. Soon, they all gathered in front of the village.

"Shoot..." The indigenous people, like frightened lambs, were gradually concentrated like fish driven by dolphins. Lu Yixuan's troops, who were stationed in front of the overseas Chinese village, also began to attack.

"Dadada..." The Marine Corps, the Special Operations Battalion, participated in the battle, had more than 6,000 people in ten battalions, and each battalion had ten heavy machine guns and five mortars. The entire battlefield was almost surrounded by one hundred heavy machine guns with firepower.

The besieged natives initially relied on the number of people to make breakthroughs, but after being brutally hit by heavy machine guns, they tried to push back and inward as much as possible, not wanting to expose their bodies. However, when they faced such strong firepower, they seemed to have no ability to resist.

"Fire" the indigenous Marines surrounded all over the four sides and placed their respective mortars, and then took out the mortar shells with tail wings from the bullet box. These were pure mortar shells, not the sixty-caliber field artillery shells they used to use.

Dozens of mortars were sent to the air under the gunner's cào, and then smashed them into the indigenous people without any mercy.

"Boom...boom..." The mortar shells were carefully designed, filled with bullets as large as possible. When they exploded, the power difference between the 88 mm caliber shells was not too great.

"Ah..." With the loud noise of shells, the natives boarded the plane one by one, and from time to time, some of their broken limbs and broken arms were thrown out.

"What is this army going to do?" Li Tengnan, the Li family's chief officer, heard the reinforcements arrived and brought the overseas Chinese behind to the front to greet him. However, before he could even reach the mouth of the door, he heard the roar of explosions in front, screams, and cries from the natives.

When the Chinese people walked up to the wall in front and looked down, it was shocking. Tens of thousands of natives were wailing under the artillery bullets like frightened lambs. There were army everywhere, and the cruel suppressors were cruel. From the height, they could see the trajectory of bullets and the wailing group of natives who fell down. All overseas Chinese couldn't believe this was true. It seemed to be still in a dream. Although the overseas Chinese had huge wealth in Nanyang, they had always been a vulnerable group and were suppressed and persecuted by the Dutch and local natives. For a hundred or two years, they did not expect that they could change their identity one day. Although the massacre of the Iron Blood Army was still too cruel to them, they also relieved their hatred, especially the young people with blood and Fang Gang wished they could join in and avenge their dead compatriots.

"Find someone who speaks Chinese and asks them not to kill." For half an hour, the Iron Blood Army's rifle machine gun bayonets were constantly devouring the lives of the natives. Tens of thousands of natives fell under their butcher knives. The natives had no resistance at all, just like a group of lambs who accepted their fate, waiting for the massacre of the Iron Blood Army. The remaining more than 10,000 people were divided into obvious thinness, and heavy machine guns could no longer be used because the thin crowd could easily hurt their own people when they fired a gun.

"Stop the attack" received the surrender of the natives. Cai Hun ordered the troops to stop the attack, and a team of soldiers stepped forward to tie up the indigenous people.

A total of 16,000 people who were still alive were honestly driven away by Iron Blood Army soldiers like a bunch of grasshoppers.

"Massacre...bayonets fight for stabbing..." Cai Hun did not intend to let go of these natives. Although he was not going to use bullets, he could use bayonets.

Dunson's nationalism has always promoted killing. Dunson's national policy is to eliminate the other party's enslave the other party. Moreover, as an iron-blooded officer, Cai Hun, has a special desire for killing, just like a wild beast in love with blood.

"Report that the indigenous people in the brigade have been resettled and requested instructions." Cai Hun stared at the team. Teams of indigenous people were escorted to the open space and tied up their hands behind their backs. There were dozens of people on each long rope, and the rope heads on both sides were tied to wooden stakes.

"Well, let these savages know the fate of being an enemy of our Han people." Cai Hun nodded and signaled that the army could start executing.

"Preparation" teams of soldiers stood up from the combat sequence, and bayonets flashed with sharp light.

"Still..." The commanders of each unit shouted again.

"Kill..." The bayonets in the soldiers' hands stabbed the indigenous chamber with their own "kill". Almost at the same time, dozens of indigenous people were already penetrated by the bayonet. There were hundreds of such queues on the entire battlefield executing the killing orders.

The war was won, and the Chinese were out of danger, but they were stunned and did not cheer, and there was only death silence. They did not expect that the army of their country would be so bloodthirsty, and fresh lives would pass by their eyes, with the speed so fast that it was outrageous. Almost every killing meant that hundreds of indigenous people fell on the Indonesian land where they had been wandering, and rainstorms were falling again in the sky.

The young and old overseas Chinese wanted to stop it, but if you think about it carefully, it seems that there is nothing worthy of their pity. For hundreds of years, these indigenous people have been carrying out inhumane massacres of overseas Chinese under the command of Dutch colonists. Now perhaps this is just the beginning of revenge.

The massacre of the Iron Blood Army lasted for half an hour. The blood shed from the natives in the heavy rain began to flow into the river with the rain, and the river water was dyed brown-red for a moment.

At the port of Jakarta, the troops had just transported all their weapons and equipment, but the sudden heavy rain made it difficult for them to move forward, so they had to hurry to build a temporary tent to block the rain, and the Dutch breathed a sigh of relief.

"Governor General, the river behind us suddenly turned brown and red, as if it was stained with blood, and it was left from the upper stream." Just as Rusbon was secretly thinking that the heavy rain came in time, soldiers suddenly reported that the river behind us had turned brown and red, and Rusbon's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

"The Chinese are carrying out a massacre. The reason why these rivers turn red must be because the indigenous people of Levakia were killed. God, these barbaric guys will definitely be punished by God." The rivers will become like this. There is no need to think about it and know that a massacre occurred upstream. There are only two parties who can launch a massacre here, one is the Dutch and the other is the Chinese. At this moment, the Dutch are so scared that they hide here and tremble. Then the only people who can massacre are the Chinese.

Rusben felt that the Chinese seemed to have changed a lot. In his opinion, the Chinese were very hardworking and good at creating wealth, but they were very lacking in force. Therefore, the Netherlands seized a large amount of funds from the Nanyang Chinese every few decades. But obviously the world has changed now. These Chinese soldiers from the inland are more bloodthirsty than their compatriots overseas. He now feels that there is no need to fight and are doomed to fail. If he resists, he is afraid that his blood will flow in the river.

"My adjutant, please go to the Chinese army commander to hand over the surrender book." Turning his face, Rusben said to his deputy.

"Oh my god, Mr. Governor, if we surrender, we will be judged by the Kingdom Military Court." The deputy looked panicked. He was naturally aware that the top leaders could not stop the Chinese army. Now they were just slutty, but the responsibility for surrendering and defeating must be attributed to him.

"Mr. Adjutant, have you seen the donation of blood in this river?" The adjutant's thought was as expected by Rusben. He pointed to the river and said to the adjutant: "If we surrender late, our blood will probably dye the water of this river red. The kingdom is sure to lose this beautiful crown, but we cannot bury her with her."

"Okay, Mr. Governor, I think you are right." Although the adjutant was a little reluctant, he accepted the task in front of death.
Chapter completed!