Chapter 352: Southern Expedition and Northern War Seventeen Sweeps (4)
Thousands of refugees in the mall were alarmed. The crowds were crowded with black heads filled all the open space near the Ximen City Cave. The guards at the city head lit more torches and gathered on the city gate.
The commotion in the mall was shaking. These Chinese Army's South China brigades, the Fifth Division advance team, and the special battalion soldiers were a little at a loss: the people who were making trouble below were the people they protected. And there were too many people. What should we do?
Everyone looked at Yan Siqi and Wu Hao.
Someone had already knelt down in front of him: "General Yan, boss Yan. You are Zhang Fei's rebirth. We are just promoted to the little people. Please give us a way out. We have heard of it. The king of Tubang promised us to hand over our property and return to our hometown.
You let us go out. We don’t want the land here anymore. We just want to live."
Yan Siqi's heart sank: After nearly half a year of escape, fierce battles, trappings, hunger and other tortures, the endurance of these Chinese compatriots is probably at its limit. And at this moment, as long as someone stirs up a little and incites them, it may be
Turn the situation into a disaster.
He took a deep breath and was about to shout loudly, but he saw the tall and thin Wu Hao jumped up to the stairs of the gatehouse. He held up a barang knife commonly used by Javanese people and shouted loudly: "No one is allowed to leave."
Wu Hao's eyes widened and his face was ferocious: "Who said he wanted to go out? Don't you know that the natives outside would never let you go. Five years ago, our Java Tang people were killed by them.
It's everywhere. This time they are breaking the fortress. They are not even letting go of women, children and children. Why should they let you go? I'll ask you. Who is the one who is telling the message to the local king?"
Everyone looked at each other and chattered: "We heard from those who have recently fled into the castle..."
"The ship owner sent a large army to defeat the Dutch five years ago. This time he will definitely lead the army to sweep Java Island again. Fifteen years ago, under the city of Manila, the ship owner Yin saved me with his own hands. He will definitely be able to save everyone and escape this time
Born to heaven. Everyone should believe me. Believe in the ship owner..."
A cold voice came from a corner of the crowd: "We believe in the ship owner. We don't believe in you. The Semarang fell. Isn't it that you didn't bring people to the rescue in time? When will the ship owner's army arrive?"
Yan Siqi immediately looked in the direction where the sound came. But there were dark people crowds. There was only dim torch light in the venue. I couldn't see who the speaker was. He looked up at the city wall and saw Luo Aquan lying around.
He was motionless in the corner. The muzzle of the heavy smoothbore gun in his hand was shaking constantly. It should be also looking for a target.
Wu Hao's dark face looked very distorted under the torch light. He gritted his teeth and suddenly waved the Balan knife in his right hand and cut off his left little finger with one knife. A stream of thin blood immediately gushed out.
Thousands of refugees took a breath together. Yan Siqi frowned.
"I swear here. If the ship owner's army has not come to save us within twenty days, my head will be like this finger. I will die willingly in front of the big guys."
Wu Hao's men rushed up to bandage him the wound. The people gathered together looked at each other and were at a loss. The scene suddenly became cold. Yan Siqi quickly jumped onto the steps and shouted loudly: "Dear villagers, brothers. We Chinese in Java are developing cultivation.
Land, business, business, and money earned with one hand and one step. Why should I give it to those natives? These natives are not trustworthy. Even if there is really any promise from the local king, it is unbelievable. The bodies of our Tang compatriots.
They are still lying in the grass on the south bank of the river."
Someone immediately took over the topic and shouted: "We still have food and water. We can't leave the fortress. We can still protect ourselves inside. When we go outside, we are all full of life-consuming stories. We will die without a place to bury ourselves. .”
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In the second half of the night, the crowd finally dispersed. Yan Siqi and other key Chinese generals were exhausted and gathered under the fortress of the Ximen Tower and whispered to discuss what had just happened.
"I really couldn't find the inciteers. They were all hidden in the shadows... One thing is certain. The words of incitement came from the northeast corner. There was a person there, we all knew very well...Shopkeeper Sun. "Luo Aquan said calmly and expressionlessly: "I see it absolutely right. Afterwards, he took a group of people from the northeast corner back to the warehouse."
Yan Siqi, Wu Hao, the sailor and the Marine Corps commander were all breathing heavily: Sun Yazhe was the shopkeeper of the Jingliwen branch of the Chinese store. He has been in this position for five years; and he is a native of Java. His family is Jingliwen has been operating for three generations. The wealth accumulated is endless. The Sun family has a great influence in Jingliwen. If they collude with the Madarans, then the territory that the Chinese army has few remaining in Jingliwen will be in danger. It's right.
Yan Siqi punched the city wall and said angrily: "What a bird man? The government secretly stumbling to us, and someone here colluded with foreign enemies. The job of guarding the castle is so suffocating. Mom. I will never play the castle guarding work again.”
Luo Aquan said bluntly: "Come to Jingliwen to guard the castle. You insisted on coming."
Yan Siqi likes to lead his army to fight thousands of miles, charge into battle, and raids. He is good at large-scale mobile combat. He is allowed to stay in a castle less than one square mile to fight. It is really not in line with his personality.
Yan Siqi is a person with a strong personality. He is not as good as Chen Zhongji in coordinating interpersonal relationships and knowing people and servicing people. But he is also a smart person. He is not a reckless young man who doesn't know the world. He smiled mockly. He calmed down and analyzed carefully: " Although Manager Sun has always maintained an alliance with China Company and has also invested in China Company, it is not impossible for him to work with the Madalands for the benefit of his family in the local area. However, it is not impossible for him tonight. Those behaviors do not explain any problem. There are also a few of the group of people in the northeast corner who are company friends. Are we asking them about the situation? Brother Wu. You did a good job today. You will only check the spy. Come and do it. Check it out after dawn..."
Wu Hao kept his face calm and did not speak. At this time, he suddenly said, "Brother Yan, when will the ship owner come?"
Yan Siqi's face also became gloomy. After a long time, he shook his head: "We are the sword in the hands of the ship owner. The ship owner's plan is to fight to set up Java. We must all do our own duties. Drag these Madaran troops under Jingliwen City .The longer the time, the better. Don't worry. The ship owner will never ignore us."
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The job of identifying spies was no longer possible. Because it was just dawn, the Madaran army suddenly rushed to the fortress and launched the largest attack on the Chinese mall since Sultan Agong personally fought against Jinglibu.
First, two siege cannons operated by the Dutch gunners opened fire. Unfortunately, the Chinese Store is a prismatic fortress with cement and stone bricks. It is extremely sturdy. It is only with two 40-pound bronze siege cannons. It is estimated that it will continue to attack for the first half of the year. It can probably break through the city wall of the Chinese shopping mall.
The cannon rumbled for half an hour. There were only some gray and white concave spots on the fortress wall. The Dutch learned that the Chinese had not much gunpowder. They boldly decided to push forward and planned to bombard the city gate at close range.
So several elephants and more than ten cows dragged their cannons and pushed forward. Countless Madaran firearms were desperately firing their guns and shooting from behind. Thousands of Madaran archers rushed forward. Arrows fell on the fortress of the Chinese mall like raindrops.
superior.
Tens of thousands of Madaran infantry were clamoring behind and shouting in unison, "Alaha Akba." (God of Allah.). Dozens of Islamic clergy surrounded an elephant decorated with ornate golden seats. Madaran
The third sultan of the kingdom, Agong, was on the back of the elephant and personally supervised the formation behind the offensive team.
“Areha Akba.”
Soon, the Chinese shopping malls were filled with such shouts. The three generations of Madaran Sultans used Islam as a tool to unify the will of the people. Although many indigenous soldiers in the Madaran army had only been in the church for a few years, they were so fanatical.
The shouting was somewhat inspired to be brave and fearless.
The Chinese army only fired two rounds of volleys at the top of the city wall. The enemy was approaching the foot of the city wall. The four-angle prismatic fortress with prominent positions was densely shot by arrows. The Chinese soldiers guarding there held up their shields to cover them while not having money.
He also lit the grenade and threw it down. Soon, the entire fortress was in a fierce battle.
The Madarans' bows and arrows are located in the tropical rainforest area with limited material performance and less than a few dozen steps in the range. However, there are too many Madarans. Thousands of people shoot arrows at the top of the city walls. The momentum is imminent. Many guards are
The dense rain of arrows fell. The biggest question of the Chinese mall fortress is the lack of ammunition for long-range firearms. In the battle a month ago, the Chinese army could also allow the Madarans to bleed a lot on the way to the cluster charge. But today
.They could only use sparse gunfire to deal with the dense crowds. The cannons were already silenced due to lack of gunpowder. The last batch of solid shells were piled up with the rolling wood and thunderstones.
Grenades, gunpowder packs, and gunpowder barrels became the most powerful weapons when guarding the castle. Even the last few explosive flowering shells were brought to the top of the city. The fuse was lit and thrown down.
The flames and smoke under the city wall of the Chinese Merchant Hall were accompanied by the rumbling explosion. Piles of Madaran soldiers were blown up to their limbs flying all over the sky. The bloody corpses were once again piled up under the city wall.
This time, half of the troops sent by Sultan Agong were recruited from their own territory directly under the royal family. The Sultan Guards also went to the battlefield and joined a large group of local soldiers from East Java and Central Java.