Jacob Vandergrave had an uncontrollable sense of anger. Although he was just a small person, driven by the lackeys under Prince Orange, he was still angry at the arrogant pagan army: This is a great, glorious Union is the Union Province, not a place where you can go wild!

The mobs around were already extremely enthusiastic. They were only afraid of some reasons before and did not dare to rush over. However, the East Coast mercenaries actually smashed people with butts and fully protected the criminal John Dewitt in prison to find his brother. They were suddenly ignited by their anger. Then, under the instigation of some interested people, Van der Grave, even saw a few familiar faces, these people shouted and rushed out, either bare hands or holding something casually, and rushed towards the prison door. .

Lan Fei was also a little surprised to see this. He underestimated the degree of violence of the onlookers. Unexpectedly, in front of the fully armed soldiers of Little Three Hundred, the total number of these Hague residents would definitely not exceed 2,000. He did not doubt that it was because his subordinates were too immature and were despised by the other party because of his own performance, in fact, the style of "I'm the No. 1 in the World" of the officers and soldiers of the First Mixed Battalion was deeply rooted. So it can only be said that these people have lost their minds and have all the pain they face in life to Dwayte, who has already stepped down, not to mention that there must be some instigation from those who are interested. When there are too many people, their emotions are always easily ignited.

Speaker John Dewitt was also a little surprised, but he didn't stop at the door for more. Several personal guards who had served the family for many years surrounded him and entered the Gwangenport Prison. Around them were three platoons of East Coast infantry, carrying rifles with ammunition, and the bars of the gun barrel were shaking. A company commander in the team looked serious and murderous. When a few guards rushed out of the prison saw it, they subconsciously felt weak and could not have the idea of ​​resisting.

Several officials from the Dutch Provincial Court and the Hague City Court came forward with a grim aside. Just as they were about to say something, they were driven aside by the Qiu Bas holding rifles. However, Speaker Dewit stopped the soldiers' next moves and asked the judges about his brother's cell. He did not want to waste time any more.

Just as Speaker Dwayte was looking for his brother in the prison, outside the prison, Lan Fei, the commander of the First Mixed Battalion, had any solution, because the mob that rushed over first was already entangled with dozens of soldiers on the outermost side. The officers and soldiers of the East Coast were caught off guard, and they did not receive the order to shoot, so they were dispersed in an instant, and dozens of figures in dark blue military uniforms were submerged in the riots.

"Ah!" A heart-wrenching scream rang out of the crowd. An East Coast lieutenant officer stumbled out of the crowd, with a short dagger inserted into his chest. A Dutchman dressed in a sailor rushed forward with a hideous face, trying to steal the saber and gun from his waist.

This scene was seen by many people at the same time, and Lan Fei was no exception. However, before he could order, twenty soldiers rushed over with a bayonet, and then stabbed the shaky bayonet into the sailor's body. Along with them, several residents of The Hague who rushed over were also suffering. They looked at the bayonets on their chests and lower abdomen with glaring eyes, as if they could not believe that these pagans dared to attack themselves.

"Kill someone!" Jacob Van der Grave's mind suddenly exploded. He knew clearly what this meant! Although he was an assassin and had tried to assassinate big men like Devite, it did not mean that he had no brains and did not know how to be afraid. On the contrary, he knew too well what it meant to see blood on both sides, which meant that both sides would lose their minds until one side was completely defeated.

Obviously, although there are nearly 2,000 Hague residents here, they are not well-trained soldiers and are not very united. It is even more natural for human beings to be greedy for life and fear of death. When facing the fierce and extremely fierce pagan soldiers, it is clear who wins and who loses. Therefore, Jacob van der Grave avoided the surging crowd and quietly turned to the periphery, trying to leave the square that would soon become a "slaughterhouse" in his guess.

A crisp sound of horse hooves sounded not far away, and Van der Grave's mind was trembling, and he stopped immediately, hid behind the solid guillotine, barely avoiding a team of cavalry rushing over.

The pagan cavalry! Van der Grave clenched his lips, fear, fear, anger, shock and other emotions gathered together, making him almost breathless.

"What the hell is this East Coast man doing? Do you know what it means?" Van der Grave, carrying a flintlock pistol, roared silently, but at the same time he was cowardly afraid to shoot at the East Coast cavalry who was racing past him, because he didn't want to die yet.

Screams rang out one after another. Vandergrave originally thought he would be calm, but he found that he really couldn't do it. Especially when the lively lives were knocked away by the vicious East Coast cavalry in front of him and were chopped down by the sharp sabers, he found a faint tremor all over his body, which was a sign of extreme fear.

Let us turn our eyes to another corner. After the start of the incident, Major Lan Fei, the battalion commander of the first mixed battalion who had been standing at the gate of the prison, was stunned, because everything that happened in front of us obviously exceeded his expectations, and things were slowly becoming uncontrollable. However, after all, he was also an officer of the East Coast Middle-zoic. He quickly reacted and immediately sent all the staff around him to go to various places, contact, gather, and command all the companies and platoon leaders, not only to suppress the rioters, but also to avoid causing too much harm. Although doing this seems to be a bitch and a archway, it is indeed two completely different things to die one person and a hundred people, right?

The turmoil is still continuing, but it seems that there is no longer a bad thing that swept the entire neighborhood. Because under the command of the staff and the middle and lower-level officers, the soldiers of the East Coast No. 300 East Coast specifically pick the mobs who shouted the most and jumped the highest, especially those with weapons in their hands (this seems to be bad intentions), who were beaten up by bullets and bayonets and ran away in a hurry. Once these people are cleaned up, there is actually not much left. A piece of sand without organization is insignificant and not afraid of, and can be easily settled.

Sure enough, after dozens of cavalry dispersed the last two gatherings, only the huge square at the entrance of Gwangenport Prison was left with empty space. The place where it was originally crowded was not many people standing there, and even if there were some, they stood on the side like quails, trembling, waiting for their unknown fate.

"The mob has lost his mind, but that's it!" Lan Fei frowned and left the prison gate. While looking at the corpses, pools of blood and wounded on the ground, he sighed and said, "But this time it may be a bit too big, although the other party attacked us first..."

In fact, on the day the Devite brothers were killed in history, these mobs gathered at the gate of Gwangenport Prison were not as embarrassed as this! At that time, these people were clamoring outside the prison and demanding that the Devite brothers come out immediately. At four o'clock in the afternoon, some militia rushed into the prison, invited the Devite brothers out, and headed towards the guillotine.

However, before they could get there, Conelis de Witt was seriously injured by a sailor with a knife, and John de Witt was hit on the head with a buttstock by a notary in the back. Then, a large group of people rushed over and shot at the two people who had been knocked to the ground. These people were basically the Hague militia, who shot all the ammunition they carried on the De Witt brothers.

After the Dewit brothers were killed at the prison gate, the furious rioters hung the bodies of the two brothers on a gallows and then brutally dismembered them. According to an eyewitness, the mobs even ate some parts of the Dewit brothers' bodies, which was somewhat similar to Yuan Chonghuan who was executed by Lingchi during the Chongzhen period of the Ming Dynasty. Both were very tragic and very tragic.

In the end, the victim's family secretly came over to take away the remaining corpses of the two while there was no one at night and buried them in a hurry. From then on, many years later, the Dutch government admitted that the Devite brothers did not have any acts of treason. Considering the background of the Dutch royal family, it can be seen how difficult it is to rehabilitate the two brothers.

As for whether Prince Orange was involved in the killing of the Devith brothers at that time, it was a matter of opinion. Anyway, Prince Orange came to The Hague on the day of the murder, and some of his men spread rumors everywhere, slandering the Devith brothers and inciting the violent emotions of the people. Moreover, after this incident, he publicly appointed the brother Peter, who had participated in the assassination of Devith brothers, who had previously participated in the assassination of Devith, to get a job in a wealthy port city in Friesland, which seemed to be a reward.

Of course, the above are all things that have happened in later generations, but in this time and space of the 17th century, things seemed to have undergone many undeserved changes: John Dvitt still went to Gwangenport Prison to pick up his brother Conelis out of prison, but this time he was not isolated, but accompanied by three hundred elite East Coast soldiers.

Facts have proved that the officers and soldiers of the First Mixed Battalion directly "shattered" Shi with bayonets and bullets here! The mobs who were originally incited by those who were interested were beaten to the deviant brothers by trained professional soldiers and directly left dozens of corpses and more injured people lying on the ground and moaning. Especially many of the Theater militias carrying weapons were taken seriously, with extremely heavy casualties. I don't know whether the notary who used a butt in history to hit the speaker's head with a butt and fired the gun first was there. If there was, it would be very interesting.

Speaker Dewit received the news shortly after the riot, but he still insisted on finding his brother Conelis before walking out of the prison under the escort of the officers and soldiers. At this time, the unilateral killing at the entrance of the prison was approaching its end.

John Dewit looked at all this with a pale face, but he did not accuse anyone of anyone, as if no one had made a mistake in this matter. He understood that the East Coast people did everything for their own personal safety. Today, the gallows, guillotines, and the mob had been waiting for a long time, and they could not be good. The East Coast people broke the deadlock violently, and they could not say that it was a great bad thing. The same thing, outside the city of Amsterdam twenty years ago, William III's father Frey

Derek once did it. At that time, he led many troops, including the German mercenaries, to carry out mutiny, trying to centralize power and rule the United Provinces. When he encountered people who blocked him on the way, this guy clearly ordered the German mercenaries to kill people. Now, the East Coast mercenaries protecting Speaker Dewitt, and fought back out of helplessness and killed some lives. It seems that it is not so difficult to understand, let alone that they did not act first, which is better understood.

Of course, both Speaker Dewitt and Lan Fei, the commander of the First Mixed Battalion, knew in his heart that this matter was not that simple today. Prince Orange could not directly go through legal procedures to kill the Dewitt brothers, and he even had to release Conelis hypocritically because the evidence was obviously insufficient, so he would definitely take action through other means. Today, the mobs gathered at the gate of Gwangenport Prison were also one of his methods.

In other words, letting John DeWitt pick up his brother Conelis out of prison was a trap created by Prince William III of Orange, a trap that wanted to kill the two DeWitt brothers. The plan was actually quite perfect. The crowds incited by the mob and the militia at the gate of the prison were already in place, and they could launch a fatal blow at any time. But who would have thought that the East Coast soldiers were too domineering and ignited the emotions of the mob outside the prison in advance, which led to a conflict of casualties and injuries between the two sides. In the end, the original plan of the mobs fleeing was naturally miscarriage. The DeWitt brothers survived by chance and were at a loss and fear.
Chapter completed!