"Captain! That's Mibagazan! But why is there no movement?" After the 501 ship moved forward for a short distance, it encountered the second target point. The second officer of 501 came to Mibagazan, where people live.

Thousands of Chinese.

Ma Chaoqun stared at Miba Gasan, who seemed as calm as water, and was also full of doubts.

"Those natives just now should have been heading here." Ma Chaoqun paused, "Stop the car, Marines, go up and grab the tongue!"

Seven marines rode in a lifeboat and slowly approached the dock with oars.

After a long time, they approached the beach and the Marines waded ashore.

"Captain, there are people in front of us." Shortly after landing, and before approaching the simple dock, Ah Shui saw a bunch of natives sitting around, as if they were playing something.

"Catch a few quietly and ask what happened in the city." The captain took the lead and approached the natives.

"Formation 133, outflank from both sides." After getting closer, the captain counted about twenty people and ordered.

The soldiers outflanked them from the left and right wings...

"Bang!" Seeing that the team members were basically in place, the captain fired the first shot.

Bang bang bang!

Intensive gunfire sounded, accompanied by smoke, and the sudden change made it difficult for the natives to adapt. In less than a minute, more than a dozen people went to see his god.

"Charge! Kneel down and don't kill!" The captain stuck his bayonet and rushed forward, shouting in Malay at the same time.

Not far from Mibaga Sancheng Pier, more than a dozen corpses were randomly placed on the ground. Next to them were ten natives kneeling, two of whom still had blood.

"I ask, you answer, the one who answers the slowest will die, and the one who answers the fastest will be named!" The captain asked Ah Shui to take charge of the interrogation, and Ah Shui used what he saw in the drawing book.

After a lot of jabbering, Ah Shui became very annoyed and couldn't hear anything clearly.

Bang! The body fell.

Ah Shui shot the one who spoke the slowest? Maybe.

"Why gather here."

"Bami! It was Bami who asked us here!" The answers tended to be uniform.

Bang! Another body fell.

"Who is Bami?"

"Already dead." Everyone said one after another with runny noses or tears.

Ah Shui is numb. I really don’t know who said the last thing this time.

So Ah Shui did not shoot, but continued to ask.

"What are you here for?"

"Spare the money! Come and share the money!"

Bang, bang.

It was made up! Ah Shui breathed a sigh of relief.

"Has anything happened in the city recently?" Ah Shui got to the point.

"Yes! A few days ago, Bami asked us to gather together, Muhammad sent an envoy, and we drove away the Chinese."

"The Chinese dropped all their money and belongings and ran away!"

The answers were inconsistent, Ah Shui still didn't kill anyone.

"Why did the Chinese run away? Where did they go?" Ah Shui asked.

"Muhammad wants to kill all the Chinese. The army is behind him. The Chinese are running north, north!"

Bang! Bang!

"Congratulations, I have one last question." Looking at the four people left, Ah Shui felt that he should explore more of his ability to ask questions.

"How many Chinese have died?" Ah Shui asked syllable by syllable.

"one hundred?"

"Nonsense, at least three hundred people!"

"Anyway, I saw countless corpses."

The three people started arguing, and the last one looked at Ah Shui, as if he had discovered his identity.

Bang bang bang bang.

This time it was not Ah Shui who fired, but the captain leading his team members.

"Let's go back and report first. There should be no Chinese alive in the city!" The captain looked at the city not far away.

…

Phew~

Ma Chaoqun took deep breaths continuously until he was deprived of oxygen. The first officer looked at Ma Chaoqun nervously, fearing that he might have passed away.

"Fire!" Ma Chaoqun said, staring at Miba Gasan.

The first mate hesitated for a moment, then gave the order.

The 501 ship's steam engine restarted and slowly adjusted its angle.

Boom! Boom!

Two cannon shots were fired one after the other, and the Chinese 150-meter cannon roared here for the first time.

Boom!

There was an explosion.

"Captain, we need to keep enough ammunition in case of emergency!" the first mate reminded.

"How many shells do we have left?" Ma Chaoqun asked.

"A total of 180 rounds." Before 502 returned home, it gave 501 most of the shells. Otherwise, 501, which had hurriedly attacked, would not have many rounds left at this time.

"Fire eighty rounds." Ma Chaoqun said.

boom!!

The 150 gun continued to fire hot shells. The powerful recoil was too great for a small warship like the 501, so that the hull was pushed farther and farther by the recoil.

Eighty rounds took half an hour to complete, almost three times the maximum rate of fire. The gunner was constantly adjusting the angle in order to cover the Miba plus three as much as possible.

After the fight, no one was sent ashore to observe. Ship 501 continued northward, with the target being Sumina, where the Dutch were. At the same time, the remaining Chinese in Mibagasan also headed north, and the target should be Sumina.

As we sailed towards evening, the horizon was about to set. The route was unfamiliar and it was too dangerous to sail at night. The second officer simply stopped the ship and continued northward the next day.

Ma Chaoqun knew that this was the right thing to do. When sailing at night, it was pitch dark and he could run aground at any time.

"Found a crowd! It's Chinese!" The excited voice of the observer came from the mast, which also made the silent bridge boil.

Ma Chaoqun climbed up the mast, picked up the telescope, and saw the bonfire in front of him...

Wenxing is a first-generation immigrant. Five years ago, the 15-year-old Wenxing was sold to a piglet dealer by a human trafficker. After many twists and turns, he escaped from the Dutch plantation and settled down in Mibagasan three years ago. He dared to fight

With a courageous character and a flexible mind, he earned a fortune in just three years.

Wenxing thought about this and looked at the wounded on the ground, feeling angry.

"Brother Xing, my father..." A little boy ran over. He was Wenxing's neighbor's child.

The few days of running away made him mature quickly, and he neither cried nor fussed, even when his father was about to leave, even when he was surrounded by painful moans.

"Oh~" Wen Xing looked at the little boy in front of him, sighed, and stood up, "I still have some rice here, so I can make some rice soup. I can't let Uncle He go away hungry."

He took out a handful of rice from the small cloth bag under his chest. This was his habit of leaving it behind when he was escaping. The belt was made of a cloth bag. When escaping, he filled it with wheat or rice, which could last for several days. Unfortunately, it has now been seen.

The bottom was gone, and the entire fleeing team had no food.

Not only that, there were a large number of wounded in the fleeing team, besides the old, weak, women and children. One had to light a bonfire at night to scare away the wild beasts, but it also left traces. The good news is that the natives did not pursue them.

.

"Who!" Wenxing heard the sound of trampling branches in the distance, took out his short knife, and asked vigilantly.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, brother! We are Chinese, from Surabaya!" The first mate led two marines, the others were a doctor, and six soldiers with good first aid courses.

"Sishui?" Hearing the fluent Chinese, Wenxing was not as nervous as before, but still asked in Hakka vigilantly, "How to prove it?"

"This is proof." Some of the soldiers knew Hakka. At the same time, the first mate lit the dead branches to expose himself.

"We have doctors, medicine, food, and tents, and we don't mean any harm!" That's all the first mate said.

Wenxing had already believed it. He looked at the soldier holding a rifle next to the first mate, and then at the wounded behind him. He comforted him and said, "It's okay, Surabaya sent someone!"

The people behind them just cheered, they were saved!

Wen Xing was still confused, but it didn't matter anymore. They had guns, and they could do whatever they wanted to these old, weak, sick and disabled people, so there was no need to deceive him.

"Send the signal, we need more people!" The first mate came up. He originally wanted to check the situation with Wenxing, but what he saw was a pile of wounded people. Some of them looked like they were dying. He called the doctor to come forward and asked someone to send him a signal.

Signal, call for support.
To be continued...