"The murderer...the executioner!"

"A country that resists murderers."

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"This evil demon will definitely kill us if he has the chance!"

"Get out..."

"Get out of here, murderer!"

"Get out of Holland, devil!"

On December 24, Christmas Eve, under the organization of some people, Dutch human rights organizations organized a large-scale protest - to protest against South China's indiscriminate massacre of residents of the former Dutch East Indies.

In fact, as early as December 212, a certain department in Nanhua received a tip that the Netherlands was organizing a large-scale protest against Nanhua.

The ambassador didn't care, he was used to it...

It can be said that South China was built on the corpse of the Dutch colonial empire. Nearly half of South China's current territory is provided by the Netherlands. Since the ambassador arrived in the Netherlands, various protests have not stopped.

The Yellow Peril theory advocated by people with ulterior motives also has a large market in the Netherlands, and they launched a fierce rhetorical attack on South China.

This time, the Nanhua Embassy reported it to the Dutch government as usual and ignored it. After all, the Dutch are not brave.

Unlike the British Empire - hundreds of years of war experience have made everyone aware of war.

Unlike the French Republic - the romantic (and emotional) French would not stage such a peaceful demonstration.

Unlike the German Empire and the Russian Empire - empires founded by force would either stop the march, or the excited veterans would have opened fire.

(ps: Not necessarily to whom.)

"Don't worry about them. Lock the doors and windows. Two thieves came in last time and stole two sets of imitation tea sets. Although they are not valuable, I don't want to drink water from the plate anymore." Ambassador Hu Xihua waved his hand.

"Get out of here, executioner!"

"Get out of Holland, devil!"

"Huangpizi is not welcome in the Netherlands..."

All kinds of abuses continued, but Hu Xihua didn't look angry.

"Their voices are much quieter than last time. Have you called the Dutch government? I must seriously protest against their inaction." Hu Xihua took a sip of tea and said comfortably.

Hu Xihua's mother is Chinese and his father is an unknown Dutchman. Since he was a child, his mother took him to live in a shack.

It was difficult for his mother to support him by sewing and mending, so only his uncle secretly supported the family and sent him to school.

His grades were very good. After finishing primary school, his uncle decided to send him to school in Singapore.

He still remembered what his uncle said to his mother: "No matter what, the child is innocent... I decided to send him to school in Singapore."

It wasn't until the day before his departure that his mother named him: "I don't know who your father is. If you want to find him, just treat him like an incompetent mother like me, or, starting from tomorrow, you will

My surname is Hu, my name is..."

"Call me Xihua..." came my uncle's voice, ending the 12 years of "hey", "you", "child" and so on.

Also ended, the terms hybrid, wild species, etc.

With a new name and a hatred for the Dutch, he finished high school and entered Leiden University in the Netherlands. He smiled and faced every Dutch person every day, trying to understand everything about them.

As for why he didn't hate Chinese people, Chinese children didn't mind playing with him. During this process, he also got to know many people who had similar experiences to him.

In 1890, Liu Yiming launched an uprising in Surabaya, and in 1891, the original Nanhua regime was established.

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Hu Xihua was so delighted that he immediately packed up the Dutch social data (bottom-up) collected over the years and sent it to Nanhua. He also wrote a letter to Liu Yiming, which contained an analysis of the pain points of the Netherlands.

He suggested that Liu Yiming divide his forces and attack, so that the Dutch would be exhausted and gain bargaining chips.

Unfortunately, because of the war,1 this package was not delivered until the war completely subsided in 1894, but he also took up the post in Nanhua after the war.

"The Dutch people's character is also very easy to be led..." Hu Xihua sat in the restaurant and wrote slowly in his notebook - his calligraphy is average, but he is extremely demanding on his own calligraphy.

puff.

A muffled sound made Hu Xihua look out the window.

Boom!

The explosion sounded, and Hu Xihua was thrown off the stool by the shock wave and fell heavily to the ground.

"Enemy attack!!" The military attaché rushed up and dragged Hu Xihua to the back of the yard.

The only four soldiers left (three fell in the explosion) panicked and picked up their weapons and set up defensive positions.

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But he has yet to encounter an "enemy".

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Outside, thousands of people gathered in front of the Nanhua Embassy, ​​holding signs high to protest against Nanhua's atrocities.

All kinds of accusations and abusive language are heard endlessly.

Among the crowd, a little man with a pocket-sized bag struggled to squeeze out, took out something from under his clothes, and threw it into the embassy.

Boom!

Violent explosions were heard, and several demonstrators were knocked to the ground. However, the crowd was frightened by the explosion and was running away. No one paid attention to them.

"Nanhua wants to blow us up?"

"Did Nanhua fire on us?"

"The South Chinese want to kill the Dutch, just like they did to the inhabitants of the Dutch East Indies!"

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Those who didn't know behind the scene only heard an explosion, followed by a commotion among the crowd.

Frightened people fled in all directions, but the crowds were too dense and a stampede happened...

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"Don't let the Dutch come in until news comes from the country." Hu Xihua stared at the military attache.

"Yes! Don't say anything. The doctor will be here in a moment." The embassy has a doctor and he went to buy medicine today.

"Has the news been reported to the country?" Hu Xihua's head was only a little clearer now, and he began to feel pain.

Abdomen, right chest, right arm...

"I have just sent a text message to the embassy in Germany and the United Kingdom, asking them to forward it to the country. The wording is, 'The embassy in the Netherlands was attacked by a bomb by a protester crowd, and the ambassador was seriously injured and fell into coma...'" the military attaché said.

"Replace the telegram. I'm awake, but I can't take charge of the work for the time being. Please send someone to take over. The cause of the explosion is still under investigation." Hu Xihua tried to lift his right arm. Fortunately, although it hurt, he could move it.

"Send it to this address and encrypt it three times. Also, how many casualties do we have?" Hu Xihua wrote an address on the ground.

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"Three soldiers died, and one secretary died. Counting the hired staff, a total of eleven people were injured." The military attache wrote down the address and then erased it.

This kind of address is definitely not a regular address.

Hu Xihua's eyes turned red: "Another blood feud!"

"Protect the explosion site immediately. No one can let him get close. Call the Dutch government and notify the nearest navy..." After saying this in one breath, Hu Xihua fainted again.

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The ambassador of a country was attacked by a bomb in the embassy? The ambassador's life was in danger, and the scene was in a mess.

As soon as this news came out, the whole world was in an uproar.

"revenge!"

"revenge!"

"revenge!"

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The description of Dutch colonial history in the Nanhua History Book is vivid and vivid.

Anyone who has received a Nanhua education will not think that the Dutch are good people. The Nanhua people have always had a deep hatred for the Dutch and Spanish.

The protests started in schools, first in secondary schools, then in universities, and eventually primary school students joined in.

Letters signed by tens of thousands of people flew to the palace, cabinet, and parliament one after another. The Dutch ambassador had to withdraw from the embassy and live in a small house in the countryside of Chang'an.

Squeak~~

Lin Anmin pushed open the wooden door and walked in swaggeringly.

"Mr. Ambassador, has your country's explanation not arrived yet?" Lin Anmin threw several thick "books" on the table.

"Minister, please believe that this is a misunderstanding. It is impossible for the Netherlands to do such a thing!" the ambassador said with a bitter look on his face.

"I want to believe you, but where is our Majesty? Where is our Prime Minister? Members of Parliament? Look, this is a petition from all over our country, with a total of 200,000 signatures. Do you know what it means?" Lin Anmin pointed out
To be continued...