Soon, more soldiers rushed up. After the two ships were overstretched, they only had a little over a hundred people, but forty people were dispatched.

Including ten marines, twenty naval cadets, and a ten-person medical team, 501 continued to move forward, leaving one doctor behind. 502 wanted to return, and both doctors were on the island.

"The injured have been treated, but the seriously injured need to go to the hospital for treatment." After docking at the port, the doctor said to Ma Chaoqun.

"How many seriously injured are there?" Ma Chaoqun asked.

"Thirty-seven people! Twelve of them need surgery as soon as possible!" The doctor said that he received education in traditional Chinese medicine, but under Liu Yiming's arrangement, he also learned surgery.

"Well, wait for the No. 502 ship to return, and the seriously injured people will return to Hong Kong with the 502 ship." Sun Yucheng said. Sun Yucheng, the captain of the No. 502 ship, served as the second officer on a Dutch steamship, and was selected as Nanhua for the same reason.

Navy captain.

"Yucheng, you came just in time. Please supply me with all the ammunition. I'll go further to have a look." Ma Chaoqun prepared to go further to check the situation.

"Okay! Be careful!" Sun Yucheng said cheerfully.

"By the way, all the cadets and soldiers are staying here to set up tents here and bring the wounded. I won't be able to take a few more people. I will leave the people here to defend on the spot and move down all the tents on your ship." Sun Yucheng said.

Each was busy. Half an hour later, the 501st ship continued to sail northeast along the coastline, while the 502nd ship, after waiting for the wounded to come ashore, left a 37-gun behind and returned to the port.

The student soldiers were left, looking at the panicked and injured crowd at a loss. Ten veterans and seven medical soldiers, but the three doctors were arranged in a tight and orderly manner.

After traveling for two hours, Ship 502 returned to Surabaya. Captain Sun Yucheng immediately called Liu Yiming to report the situation.

"Commander, after we left the port, we encountered Chinese people who were being hunted near Caton City. We initially concluded that the intelligence was true. Because our troops were limited and there were wounded people who needed to be transported, our ship returned and Ship 501 continued its reconnaissance mission." Sun Yucheng.

Speaking into the phone.

"What are the casualties in Caton City?" Liu Yiming asked.

"According to the reactions of the rescued victims, the Chinese have gathered since the 6th, but the natives attacked many times, and the Chinese were defeated. Only a few hundred people ran out. We encountered this group of more than 200 people, and now only

There are one hundred and forty-six left, including thirty-seven seriously injured, sixty men, four over twenty years old, three of whom are seriously injured! The rest are not yet known. According to the reaction of the victims, there is no one alive in Caton City.

Chinese!" Sun Yucheng said while holding back his grief.

Liu Yiming was stunned for a moment, "What day did you say it started?"

"Report to Commander, it's No. 6!" Sun Yucheng didn't know it yet and had started earlier.

But Liu Yiming thought about it, and even more, such as why the natives did this.

Liu Yiming knew the reason why the natives did this, but he did not intend to understand or accept it.

"I understand. The Army will set sail immediately. Ship 502 will be responsible for the escort and will take turns with Ship 501 to provide artillery support." Liu Yiming hung up the phone and called Staff Yang again.

"Where's the reply from Semarang?" Liu Yiming asked.

"Report, Semarang said preparations are under way. This training will arrive within seven days!" Staff Yang said without thinking. The telegram has been replied, but Liu Yiming has been busy and he did not have time to report.

"I want to know the weapons reserves in Surabaya. Let's go check it out." Liu Yiming said while looking at the map.

"Report, the Surabaya warehouse now only has 20 82 mortars, more than 1,300 rifles, all of Dutch standard, sufficient ammunition, 65 rounds of 102mm rocket shells, all with special warheads, 18-unit rocket launchers

One door, nothing else." Staff Yang checked the entry and exit records and said.

"Send a report, the Semarang recruits will advance in two ways. A group of 2,000 people will not carry any weapons and equipment. They will set off by boat and go directly to Madura Island. They will arrive in Caton before noon tomorrow. Where will the equipment be waiting for them?

"The rest of the plan remains unchanged, but the city on the way will provide logistics and we will rush to Surabaya lightly." Liu Yiming said.

"Commander, some of them have been training for less than a week, and they have just learned how to shoot." Staff Yang said in surprise.

"I know, but they are already soldiers. Even if they don't have military uniforms and don't know tactical movements, they are needed now. The Chinese are being slaughtered. Is it okay to not go into battle just because they are not ready?"

Liu Yiming said.

Liu Yiming knew that there would be casualties, but on the other hand, their conditions were already very good. There was a group of soldiers who went to the front line without training, without enough food, and were given old military uniforms and even no weapons.

And their opponents are well-trained, well-equipped, and have sufficient logistics...

"That's it. We must arrive before noon tomorrow. This is an order!" Liu Yiming said.

"Pick up the arsenal!" Liu Yiming picked up the phone after saying that.

"Hello, who's there?" The operator at the arsenal received the call.

"I'm Liu Yiming, let Qian Jin answer the phone." Liu Yiming said.

"Commander! What's going on?" Qian Jin asked, he just came to see him yesterday?

"Move all the rifles in the warehouse to the dock, as well as the matching bullets." Liu Yiming said.

"Yes!" Qian Jin didn't ask any further questions. He needed to use these guns and ammunition. It must be a big deal and he couldn't afford to be careless.

After making the phone call, Liu Yiming found that he couldn't calm down and couldn't do anything else.

There are 60,000 to 70,000 Chinese in Madura Island, and it has been so long that Surabaya only knows about it!

"We need to establish our own news channels!" Liu Yiming thought of various bureaus, which exist in every country. Spy missions are second, and the most important thing is to ensure the accuracy and efficiency of message transmission.

If No. 5 knows about this, then a task force composed of militiamen will go to Madura Island with weapons and equipment in advance, recruit young people, and garrison the city to minimize casualties!

This time, it reminded Liu Yiming that the battle against the Dutch has come to an end, but the internal battle against the natives has just begun!

………………

Ship 501, Ma Chaoqun’s face couldn’t be more serious.

It has been two hours since we set off from the small pier in Caton. We passed three villages not far from the seaside. These villages make a living by fishing to some extent. There are a large number of Chinese people because the Chinese know how to work on boats.

Far more useful than natives.

But the situation was extremely serious, with black smoke rising from every village. Ma Chaoqun was unwilling to give up. After sending the Marines ashore, there were only corpses on the ground, and the ground was in a mess.

"Captain, the natives have robbed everything they can. There are corpses all over the ground. They have all knives and killed all the children! This is going to be genocide!" The Marines could no longer control their emotions.

"Captain, not long after the fire started, they ran to the northeast! Let's chase..." Another team member tightened his gun and looked at the direction the natives left and said.

"Captain, we found someone alive!" Suddenly, a Marine picked up a child from the mound.

Yes, the little boy is seven or eight years old. He has no wounds on his body and is unconscious.

"Quick, military doctor, see what's going on?" the captain said hurriedly.

"Captain, the military doctor is on the ship!" the team member said.

Since there was only one military doctor left, Ma Chaoqun did not let him follow him ashore. Army doctors could usually treat knife and gun wounds, and all soldiers had learned first aid. This was a required course for the South China Army.

But the little boy had no external injuries, the soldiers' claws were numb, and the part-time military doctor's claws were also numb.

"Let's go! Go back to the boat!" The captain looked at the burning village. There was no point in putting out the fire. It wouldn't be extinguished for a while.

"He was knocked unconscious. You said he was buried in the soil?" the military doctor said after showing the child.

"Yes, a pipe was inserted and buried in the soil." said the soldier who found him.

"It's nothing serious. Just rest for a few days. He was knocked unconscious. His family members probably wanted to protect him..." the military doctor said in frustration.

"When he wakes up, I'm going to give him some medicine to nourish his mind and calm his nerves. Alas! At such a young age, he saw such a cruel scene. What a shame in the world!" the military doctor lamented.

"Keep going, we need more information! At least, we have to make sure that there are still a few Chinese!" Ma Chaoqun ordered.

An hour later, the 501 ship sailing along the coastline discovered the natives who had just burned, killed and looted. They were carrying large and small bags and marching along the flat coast.

"Look! What is that?" The sharp-eyed native saw the 501 ship and asked curiously.

"Stupid! That's a boat. You rarely come to the city. It's a Dutch boat. It emits black smoke and is very fast! It can walk without sails, and it's made of iron!" said another native.

"How is that possible? How can there be a ship in this world that doesn't use sails? Or is it made of iron? Iron is so expensive, how much does a ship cost! And how can it not sink? Don't try to lie to me." The sharp-eyed native said

Said loudly.

On this topic, the natives started a debate. Some of them have been living in the island and go to the town from time to time to exchange some things. They only know the Dutch by name and have never met them. Others live in Malta.

Next to the town on Dura Island, the experience is slightly wider.

While they were arguing, Ma Chaoqun was watching them through a telescope.

"Left rudder 5, approach the shore, prepare the main gun!" Ma Chaoqun received a supplement of 502. The main gun has sufficient ammunition, and he carried a lot of ammunition in excess.

"Huh? Look, look, is that ship closer to us?" Some natives spotted the approaching ship 501.

"It seems so?" another native replied.

"What seems to be the case is that he is closer to the shore!" said the sharp-eyed native, and at the same time he also saw that the ship had no sails.

"Hey, what a fuss. I don't want the wind. I can go wherever I want. Is there any problem? I will also drive such a big ship in the future. No, the Dutch have bigger ones at their port. They will lose. Then

I'm going to grab it!" The native who initially argued with the sharp-eyed person said with an arrogant look.

"Two thousand distance! Requesting artillery fire!" a message came from the main gun.

"Fire!" Ma Chaoqun ordered immediately!

Boom! Boom!

Boom!

The 150-millimeter gun is so powerful that after being replaced with high explosives, the damage area can be as large as a football field.

By using smokeless gunpowder as the propellant, the rate of fire is guaranteed, unlike neon, which used maroon propellant during the war, which affected the rate of fire of subsequent rapid-fire guns.

More than 200 natives took sixteen 150-gun rounds. Although Ma Chaoqun was venting his anger, he was also saving time. If he had sent the marines, the natives would have run away before they even got ashore.
Chapter completed!