As night fell, the Dutch East Indians who were notified began to gather in large numbers toward Chinatown.

In the city of Jakarta, the family is closed and the lights are on, but the whole city is completely in the dark.

Several streets near Chinatown, all cordoned off, and Dutch troops marched in line to ensure timely control of the situation, and they lurked on the edge of Chinatown in the event of a conflict.

In the silent night sky, there was a long undulating whistling, a crowded Chinatown intersection, a group of Dutch East Indians wielding machetes, climbing up the obstacles, behind a group of Chinese men who were also holding machetes.

At this moment, in the Li's shrine, all the Chinese patriarchs are gathered here, and now, as Li Daolin said, they have no choice.

All the men went to the intersection to block the crazy Dutch East Indians.

Li Daolin, who was in charge of commanding the outside, stood in the front of the team, holding a pistol in his hand, and in the Chinese Guard, there was also a part of the gun.

The long whistle came, the trumpet of the attack had sounded, Li Daolin's fire lit the street, the first Dutch East Indian climbed up the top of the obstacle, looked at the Chinese waiting below, jumped directly from above, the machete in hand fell towards Li Daolin.

Li Daolin, who was in the dodging, was about to shoot, and the Dutch East Indians who were still in mid-air exploded their heads in an instant, and their brains and blood were scattered, and many Chinese were all contaminated.

This made many Chinese people startled, only Li Daolin thought of Fan Yize, immediately settled down.

“Prepare to fight.”Li Daolin shouted, all the Chinese behind him clasped their weapons, and their eyes were firm again.

Behind him is his own family, only the backwater battle.

At this moment, more and more Dutch East Indians climbed up the obstacles, and then jumped down, and the fierce slash and killing of the short soldiers were staged.

Standing in front of Li Daolin shot, the revolver in his hand killed several Dutch East Indians who jumped down, too late to replace the bullets, only to draw their own big knife, blocking the chopping cutt.

In the attic, Fan Yize's muzzle was always aimed at the entire intersection.

There was no spacious intersection, the two sides were crowded together, and the sword was blind, but Fan Yize did not go to the Dutch East Indians who had entered Chinatown, but pointed the muzzle at the obstacles in front of him.

The Dutch East Indians were clearing the barrier of wood, and a Dutch East Indian who was about to lift the wood suddenly exploded, and two Dutch East Indians in front of him had a large bowl of blood hole in the chest, and a large . . leg of the third man was broken.

12.7 mm bullets, enough to turn a row of people into a string of sugar gourds, if the angle is appropriate, a shot is enough to penetrate seven or eight people.

Some people died inexplicably, but made this group of Dutch East Indians even more crazy, and the piece of wood was broken.

The high obstacles were then dispersed, the wood rolled down, and the Dutch East Indians behind it all went crazy to Chinatown.

Just a sniper rifle, Fan Yize was naturally unable to stop these Dutch East Indians.

The Dutch East Indians who were rushing towards Chinatown, despite the inexplicable killing of people in succession, no one stopped, and the Dutch East Indians on the streets of Zenggar even crowded into the harbor.

The Chinese in front of them fell down one by one, and the Dutch East Indians who died under their knife were no longer a minority.

The shooting, the screaming, the constant.

In a street, a team of Dutch soldiers listened to the chopping and shouting outside, unconsciously shaking hands in the rifle.

“There are Dutch East Indians, ah...” Suddenly, not knowing who had shouted, and in the dark streets came a Dutch, and a scream, and it seemed that someone had been killed.

"Damn, the Dutch East Indians have come."Others shouted in Dutch, and at the same time gunshots rang out, and other Dutch soldiers fired at the end of the dark street.

The hiding place of the Dutch soldiers seemed to be attacked at the same time, and for a time the gunfire was heavy.

One by one, Dutch soldiers were shot and fell, and all kinds of Dutch shouts rang out: "Damn Dutch East Indian monkeys, they have rifles, are attacking us."

On the other side of the Dutch soldiers, there was also a cry in Indonesian: "The Dutch army came, they were going to kill us and fight with them."

All kinds of shouting, everywhere, directly affect Chinatown here, is the impact of Chinatown, a large number of Dutch East Indians are naturally not understand the Dutch, but in Indonesian shouting and screaming, they can hear clearly.

The Dutch are sending out their army and are slaughtering them.

More and more Dutch East Indians were running toward the place where the screams came, and the Dutch troops who did not know the truth saw the distant people shrugging and instinctively shooting.

Just a few minutes of kung fu, there was gunfire everywhere, but here in Chinatown, the Dutch East Indians became less and less.

“Damn the Dutch, they kill us when they see them, they kill us, leave the Chinese alone, kill the Dutch first...”

Among the Dutch East Indians, there was a constant shouting, and in the darkness, many people followed the Dutchman, and the legs of the dogs of Mahmud were just about to make a noise, the killers hidden in the crowd, quietly killing them, and scholars their accents continued to guide the Dutch East Indians in these riots.

And in Jakarta, there are similar shouts everywhere, and in the night in Jakarta, there are the voices of the Dutch slaughtering of Dutch East Indians everywhere.

At the intersection of Chinatown, all the Chinese people are a little embarrassed, watching the rapid fade, and going to the Dutch East Indians, they still can't figure out what the situation is.

Only Li Daolin thought of something again, but he was not sure.

“Brother Lee, what shall we do?”

The sound of inquiry from behind him pulled Li Daolin back, looked back at the compatriots behind him, and said, "All the injured people go to the back to cause injuries, and the others are not allowed to leave, waiting here."

On the other side, the small upper floor where Governor Autrey was, listening to the intensive gunfire from all around him, he turned back and asked in anger: "Quickly check, what is the situation?"

“Now is not the time for the investigation, but the suppression of all the thugs.”Simon took a deep breath, though he did not know why the conflict burned directly to his troops, and it did not matter why the inspection at the intersection had not stopped the Dutch East Indians.

Autrell was also well aware of the current situation, uttering a turbid breath and gritting his teeth: "Shoot all Indonesians who hold weapons."

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