Chapter 580 Colonialism meets a real gravedigger! Please vote for monthly votes
Chapter 582 Colonialism meets a real gravedigger! (Please vote for monthly votes)
In a sugar cane garden outside Batavia, in a large mansion like a fort, Wei Jun, the Archbishop of the Zhenyoupai Nanyang who sneaked into Java a day ago, swept across the expectant faces in the chamber.
"Fifth day of the fifth month, at the third hour of the Yin hour." Wei Jun suddenly pulled out the "Sheng King Sword" and poked heavily on the anchor mark of Batavia Port on a Java map on the wooden table. "Batavia, Semarang, and Surabaya launch together!"
Sixteen rattan chairs made a roar. The four bishops and twelve guerrillas on Java Island were flashing with fire in their eyes. They were already waiting for this day!
"After receiving orders, the chamber of commerce, the four bishops, and the forty-eight peasant associations under the jurisdiction of the twelve judiciary,
The men and women must be immediately completed and armed as much as possible! Then head towards the designated area. If you are expected to not arrive at the designated location before the first day of May, you must rely on the fort to defend on the spot. If the surrounding enemies are not strong, you can take the initiative to attack or adopt a flexible foreign policy to form an alliance with the forces willing to cooperate with us. In addition, this archbishop will say again that our Javan Heaven is by no means the hell of the Chinese Heavenly Kingdom, but the common heaven of all the land workers. What we want to implement is the equality of the land and the equal division of the land...
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Wei Jun continued to assign tasks to the representatives of the bishop and the judiciary.
The True Rebellion is so experienced when conducting an uprising. They just started their own business by rebelling!
Moreover, the Archdiocese of Nanyang was truly sent to set up a military camp as early as the era led by Luo Dagang, which was used to build militias, prepare for war, and train. This is equivalent to a general staff of the Chinese in Nanyang!
After Wei Jun took office, the "Java Heavenly Kingdom" plan was launched secretly! All the farmers' associations and chambers of commerce on Java that had joined the True Dealers on Java have formed militias, built forts, and stored food, ammunition and weapons.
Even if you are siegeed by colonial mercenaries sent by the Dutch East India authorities, you can persist for a long time!
What's even more amazing is that the farmers' associations on Java Island are not fighting alone, but there is an entire archbishop standing behind them! As long as you persist, reinforcements will definitely come.
Because the jurisdiction of this Archdiocese in Nanyang is extremely large, not only including the Dutch East India, Straits Colony, Borneo, Malaya, but also Siam, Zhen La, Philippines, Lower Myanmar and Vietnam. The concentration of the power of the True Jose Church in these areas is enough to tremble the Dutch East India authorities.
After all, Chinese people in this era are one of the largest races in Southeast Asia, and they also control the economic lifelines of various countries. They need people and money! Even if they are still in a mess, they also make foreign colonists in Southeast Asia and monarchs in feudal countries avoid Zen. Moreover, there is a tight organization now.
The real-time faction faction with a strong spirit of struggle brought them together?
In addition, the True Quotation Sect has the ability to unite the three parties of "Tu, Guest and Foreign" in Southeast Asia. There are many foreigners who join the True Quotation Sect, and there are also many natives, especially the True Quotation Sect's land route and anti-feudal propositions, which are very attractive to some of the lower-class natives who cannot eat enough.
Faced with such "ghost-level forces", the guilty Dutch East India authorities want to take action first.
In fact, it is understandable. After all, there was a Hongxi bloody case in front and Lanfang's battle behind, and the beams on both sides were full of trouble!
Wearing a short jacket and dressed like the Javan natives, the trafficker suddenly broke open the iron gate and made a gesture that only those insiders could understand: "Report to the Archbishop, our several nitro-carrying ships were seized by the Dutch Red-haired ghost in the port of Batavia. The Dutch Red-haired ghost's governor has ordered martial law!"
Wei Jun grabbed the monocular lens at the corner of the table, strode to the window, raised the telescope and took a look. Black smoke columns rose from the sky in the northeast. This is the wolf smoke from the Chinese area of Batavia!"
"The plan has changed!" Wei Jun asked, "When will the three judiciary-bishops under the jurisdiction of the Bishop of Batavia arrive all the people in the Chamber of Commerce?"
"It will take at least three days to arrive!" Liu Lichuan said, "But the Third Farmers Association of Java and the First Farmers Association of Java, located in the Chinese District of Batavia, are originally the largest farmers' associations and one of the chambers of commerce on Java. The number of official members exceeds 10,000 and the population under its jurisdiction exceeds 30,000."
"Have you finished the regiment camp?" Wei Jun asked again.
"Everything has been completed!" Liu Lichuan gave a very affirmative answer.
"No more wait!" Wei Jun raised the Heavenly King Sword, "There will be gathered elsewhere, but the assembly date will be five days in advance... If you cannot arrive, then establish a base on the spot! The Batavian uprising... Start immediately, come!"
As Wei Jun shouted, the three strong men each walked in with a red flag. The moment the flags shook open, more than 20 men in the room knelt on one knee and on the red flags, there were golden swords and hoes embroidered on both sides of the golden cross.
Wei Jun raised his sword high and announced loudly: "In the name of the king of heaven, the battle for the first righteousness of the Javan Kingdom begins now!
The teaching of the Heavenly King: Anyone who is unwilling to be oppressed by the red-haired ghosts and the princes of the Tumen can take up weapons and fight with us! After the establishment of the Java Heavenly Kingdom...::. All the land on Java Island will be divided equally!
Batavia...will be the second Kinda Village!"
Wen Xian stood on the wall of Batavia's castle, and the telescope reflected seven wolf smokes rising from the Chinese area. The former governor of the Strait colony, whose hands were trembling slightly: "Is this really in Batavia? These Chinese people actually turned their homes into Paris in 1848..."
Moore behind him was recording quickly on his notebook: "Now it is the True Josés from Southeast Asia and the Chinese in Batavia who are teaching Europeans how to hold an armed uprising! They organized better than any uprising that took place in Europe after the French Revolution!"
"Practice makes perfect..." Bai Siwen glanced over Moore's notebook and recognized the German language on it. "The Han people liked uprising the most. They believed in "Is there a genius of kings, princes, generals, and ministers two thousand years ago?"
The sudden sound of gongs tear through the morning mist. Thousands of natives wrapped in blue cloth coins rushed out of the coconut forest outside the city, waving shoddy machetes, and the lead bullets of the earthen cots gun hit the red bricks and piled sandbags.
A wisp of white smoke emerged.
"It's time!" Friedrich's pen rustled on the paper. "The colonists are best at using the blood of the oppressed to wash away the knife of another group of oppressed people."
On both sides of the main road in the Chinese area, the second floor of the arcade building facing the street suddenly opened the blinds, and hundreds of Indian brown bass rifles were spitting fire at the same time. The natives who rushed to the front fell on their backs. The tin license plate on their chest was stained with blood. It was the sign sent by the Dutch to the "cooperative tribe".
Then dozens of grenades were dragging white smoke from the rooftop platform of the arcade to the dense indigenous people!
Moore quickly outlined the composition of the battlefield: Although the Chinese area in Batavia is large, it is built on the river. There are only three open main roads on the land to enter. This is the result of the efforts of the Truejopa Church in Batavia in the past two years to transform the city. The three main roads will meet in the city center, and there is a very open square, and the Truejopa Cathedral is there. There are also many tall buildings built of red bricks around the square.
It's a perfect place to set up ambushes...
"Snap Bomb!" Wen Xian suddenly exclaimed, "The Chinese control all the sugar factories on Java Island.::
Bai Siwen said lightly: "They can also make stewed salt... The Han Dynasty will do it! I think all the supply of salt in Java is also monopolized by the Chinese!"
When the nitsugar grenade exploded in the indigenous group, the bomb fragments mixed with iron slices used as catalysts embedded in the body, causing the natives to cry out in a burst of ghosts. The explosive power of this gunpowder made by mixing tinder and white sugar is higher than that of black gunpowder, but it is too easy to get damp and difficult to preserve for a long time.
However, Batavia Chinese area where sugar factories are everywhere can be boiled with nitrous sugar anytime and anywhere. Even if the nitrous sugar is damp, just take it out and boil it again. It is not a problem at all.
And as long as the ignition reserve is sufficient, you can get as much sugar as you want!
The flesh and blood of the natives cannot consume the salt sugar bombs produced by handicrafts in the workshop...\n.\n.\n.\n.
After several rounds of attacks like head-feeding, the indigenous people who were temporarily summoned by the Dutch finally couldn't hold back and scattered.
However, the sound of the Dutch snare drums approached the canal. The colonial army in dark blue uniforms lined up Napoleonic war-style columns, and the twelve-pound field artillery carriages ran through the blood of the natives on the stone road.
Wen Xian, holding the telescope, frowned slightly: "Their tactics seem a bit outdated, and the Dutch seem to still live in the era of Emperor Napoleon..."
The twelve-pound shells still blasted the Chinese barricades and burst holes into the arcades on both sides of the street. But these houses seemed to have been reinforced, and the twelve-pound cannons could not collapse them.
"The Dutch did not have enough troops to occupy so many arcades," Friedrich quickly marked the battlefield symbol. "Every building that was bombarded may be a trap.
It seemed to confirm his judgment that when the Dutch infantry rushed into the arcade on the street, gunfire and explosions could always be heard inside, and most of the Dutch people entering could not come out...
"Street fighting!" said Friedrich, "they learned how to organize street fighting... In Europe, only high morale troops or revolutionaries can fight street fighting!"
Bai Siwen commented: "They are defending their homes!
The Dutch commander was still pushing forward with his teeth. Six field guns were finally deployed in the church square, and the muzzles were all aimed at the cathedral of Zhenjopa. At this moment, the bronze bell of the church was suddenly ringed.
After three sounds of "Clang! Clang! Clang!", the loud song of "Men should be self-reliant" penetrates the smoke of gunpowder!
Bai Siwen shivered when he heard the Taiping Army's military song.
Three hundred real-time crusaders in red scarves and red clothes rushed out from behind the screen wall of the cathedral and launched a bayonet charge against a barely shot-out round of shotgun lead rain.
"The Dutch's shotgun was shot too early!" Wen Xian sighed. Suddenly, he saw huge fireballs ignited in front of the Dutch's artillery position, as if the Chinese local soldiers threw a burning fire bottle!
"Greek Fire!" Moore immediately recognized what it was, "They actually have Greek Fire...:
When the crusader's bayonet pierced into the chest of the Dutch gunner, Friedrich closed his notebook: "I think the Battle of Batavia is over.::::. It's time for us to leave here."
Chapter completed!