From Li's shrine, with his father's instructions, Wang Wenshan followed the two soldiers, riding on the horse and running towards the countryside.

Strong horses ran wild in the streets, and Wang Wenshan endured the bumps, and soon came out of Jakarta, following the main road that had only been built in recent years and moved on.

However, a bag of smoke, a small town appeared in front of Wang Wenshan, Wang Wenshan knew this town, which is the first big town in Jakarta to go south of the main road.

There are a dozen Dutch people in the town, with telephones, and thousands of Dutch East Indians.

There are a dozen large plantations in the vicinity, all of which belong to the Dutch Chamber of Commerce, and these Dutch people manage these plantations, and the thousands of Dutch East Indians in the town also rely on these plantations.

The last governor, a pragmatist, recruited hundreds of thousands of Dutch East Indians to widen roads on several large islands of the Dutch East Indies, and from Jakarta to several larger cities in the interior, with spacious roads.

This was the Dutch’s preparation for the use of trucks to speed up the flow of goods in the colony.

Eight years ago, German car companies produced the first truck, and now the truck is no longer a rare thing in Europe, there are several trucks in Jakarta, specializing in transporting important goods.

Wang Wenshan had also seen trucks, but compared to the long dragons of trucks parked on the road in front of them, the only few trucks in the Dutch were garbage.

Thick tires, coarse skeletons, fully enclosed cabs, glass, doors, and all-steel carriages are far from comparable to today’s rudimentary trucks.

Wang Wenshan did not understand these, he just felt that the Cawen in front of him was very powerful and very beautiful, and he would certainly be able to transport more goods.

But what really caught Wang Wenshan’s eye was the guns that were towed behind the trucks, a door gun hanging behind the trucks, which stood a group of heavily armed soldiers, and a large number of iron boxes.

What makes Wang Wenshan wonder is that the town seems to see no one else except these soldiers.

What about the Dutch East Indians who lived here and the Dutch?

Wang Wenshan was not a fool, riding two soldiers who led the road, and through the town, they saw a group of soldiers standing on the edge of a pothole burning with a fire, and the smoke rolled from the pit, with a pungent smell.

On the edge of the pit, a bloody corpse piled up, and several soldiers, from time to time carrying the body into the fire pit.

No need to understand, this picture already explains everything.

The bodies were burned, and those bodies were the inhabitants of the town.

Looking at the situation, there seems to be no living mouth, Wang Wenshan did not have the slightest discomfort in his heart, but there is a kind of comfort from the bottom of his heart.

After passing through the town, Wang Wenshan saw four large pits in the burning, and saw more bodies, and also saw the end of the long convoy.

Here, many women in military uniforms are taking care of a group of babies, all three years old, feeding these children with milk.

As the two soldiers dismounted, they came forward and saluted and said, "This gentleman is a guide."

"Yes, in the lower Wang Wenshan, the Wang clan, I will take you to Bandung, and there are my people in Bandung, and I will inform them to cooperate with your actions."Wang Wenshan said hurriedly, the person in front of him was very elegant and polite, which surprised him and thought that these soldiers were as cold as they were.

“Please get Mr. King in the car.”

In the first truck, the convoy set off immediately, and there was breakfast in the car, milk and dried meat and bread.

It was for Wang Wenshan, and the soldier who drove the first truck gave him peace of mind to eat.

Last night, I did not sleep at night, riding here early in the morning, the stomach was empty, Wang Wenshan was not polite, and he ate the breakfast he had prepared for himself.

Wang Wenshan looked at the left and right in the car curiously, but he did not seem to see any name, so he asked the soldier driving the truck, "This military master, has all the people in the town just died?"

"Don't be afraid, we won't hurt any Chinese compatriot who is law-abiding, and we don't need to be so polite."The soldier driving the car did not answer Wang Wenshan's question, but clarified the relationship between the two sides.

But there was no need to answer, passing through the village, and I saw dozens of soldiers, all the bodies in the village, all the bodies in the village, all killed, leaving only young women and children.

You will soon get used to it."The soldier driving the car said.

"I'm used to it now."Wang Wenshan nodded his head.

Along the way, all the villages, without exception, were cleaned, and all the people encountered on the road were killed.

However, for two hours, Wang Wenshan found himself really numb, these soldiers, killing people, no soft hands.

On the contrary, Wang Wenshan saw much more, hidden a little impatient, but also afraid of these killing soldiers do not blink.

The most terrible thing is that the killing efficiency of these soldiers, along the way, every time they pass through a village, the village has been corpses.

Wang Wenshan knew that not only the villages along the roadside, but also the villages in other places would be completely cleaned up.

The only thing that makes Wang Wenshan feel at peace is that these cold soldiers are not killing, not only will they kill those ignorant children, but also give them food, and take care of these innocent babies who are still feeding.

Such pictures, staged around Jakarta, one by one, in the dug-out pits, a body was burned, in this era, killing really simple.

And the closed news, so that this killing, killing becomes quiet, unless it is encountered with his own eyes, otherwise no one knows.

In just a few hours, most of the villages along the way from Jakarta to Bandung were killed, killing and leaving the marching troops like no one.

The deepest feeling is that Wang Wenshan, who has seen all this with his own eyes, is not in the midst of these soldiers and listens to their laughter, otherwise he really can't contact these cold killers and normal people.

To the Dutch East Indians, the cold side of these soldiers is frightening, and on the other side of the cold, this soldier is the neighbor's big brother, optimistic and positive, but also very kind.

The two extremes, let Wang Wenshan even feel that these soldiers and these Dutch East Indians have a deep feud, otherwise, just an order, will be carried out so thoroughly?

Wang Wenshan did not know, and was afraid to know.

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