Pontianak, Kadriya Palace.

"Your Majesty, give the order! Our people are all ready. Head Yang also sent a team of brothers to help. The more than a thousand Javanese people in Pontianak can be solved with just one charge."

Carrying his beloved Remington 870, Mahathir said with a grand ambition.

He did not take the Javanese of the security team seriously. So far, his subordinates have expanded to more than 2,000, of which 200 were equipped with Remington 870 given by Yang Feng, and more than 200 were captured and various guns given by some wealthy Chinese businessmen. Of course, this is not important. What is important is that Yang Feng directly transferred an elite company to him, and the leader was Han Xu, who was famous in Sishui.

Hami II was still hesitating in front of him. Although he was the prime minister, he actually didn't even have a cabinet. Because the security committee had been in charge of management, the members are now also replaced by the name of the MP. Neither Javanese MPs who had hatred with the Malays or the Chinese MPs who were mainly on the left, they were not prepared to give him the power.

"Your Majesty, the old Sultan is not as good as your mother-in-law!"

Chen Kai, who was sitting with him, held the tea cup and blew the tea foam while saying lightly.

"Mr. Chen, can you be sure that the Chinese in the security team will not participate in the battle?"

Hami II said.

This is what he is most afraid of at the moment. The Chinese players in the security team are not comparable to those of the Javanese trash. They are all elite guerrilla fighters in the jungle and have been fighting with the Japanese army for many years. Moreover, they have more than a thousand people in Pontianak. If these people really help the Javanese, they will have no chance of winning even if they are designated by the Ming army. As for those under Mahathir, he has never placed his hope on these people when he grew up in Europe.

"I can't guarantee, but I can guarantee that if they join the war, I will stand in front of their guns. My friend of the old Sultan for decades has known each other since he ran around the streets with naked pi. He died at the hands of the Japanese. Now, I will throw this old bone out of my hand and throw it out!"

The old guy said with a domineering look on his face.

Of course, the reason why he was so confident was because he came forward to block the gun with him, and the elders of the Chinese security team members' homes. These old guys had deeply understood Yang Feng's purpose. To put it bluntly, they kept consuming the power of Javanese and Malays, and let them kill each other as many as possible. When the number of Chinese people accounts for the vast majority of them here, the Chinese have completely decided on the land. Even if there is a Malay Sultan, it is no big deal. He has played with these Sultans for several generations and is very clear about the level of these guys.

"Okay, I've done it!"

Hami II said viciously.

Chen Kai nodded with praise.

Immediately afterwards, a floor plan of the streets of Pontiania was unfolded in front of Han Xu and a Prussian officer who acted as an adviser. The former combat staff of the bearded general staff quickly formulated a combat plan based on the estimation of the troops, location, combat effectiveness, and even weather of both sides, and then began to take separate actions.

Pontiania, a main camp for the Javanese security team.

Two sentries were standing lazily in front of the door.

"Come here!"

A sentry shouted at the vendor walking past.

The vendor with a cigarette cabinet hanging around his neck immediately agreed and walked up to him. Another sentry came over, each of whom took two packs of cigarettes, then waved his hand casually and signaled the vendor to get out quickly.

"You haven't paid yet?"

The vendor said weakly.

A sentry glared at him and took off the 38-large cover on his shoulder. The vendor quickly turned around and left with great sensibility.

"Mama, there are so many things to do when you get a cigarette!"

The sentry swears out a cigarette, his companion takes out a match, and they are lit with their heads down, without notice at all. The vendor with his back to them is smiling strangely, and at the same time, there is a Mauser speed machine in his hand. He turns on the nose of a passing Chinese man in shocked eyes, and throws off the cigarette cabinet without hesitation and turns around.

The sentry who had just lit the cigarette just raised his head, and then dense bullets were sprayed out of the muzzle in the vendor's hand. The two sentry gathered together almost didn't have time to react and were knocked into sieve by the bullets.

As the gunshots rang out, the Javanese who were doing nothing in the yard suddenly exploded. The dozens of people who reacted first rushed to the gate with rifles. As soon as they arrived at the door, a MK2 grenade was directly smashed down. The two nearest Javanese were blown away and flesh and blood were flying all over.

"Chasing!"

The captain behind looked at the escaped attackers and shouted in anger that although the Malay guerrillas often attacked them, it was the first time that they were as arrogant as they hit the door.

After the grenade exploded, the Java security team members rushed out immediately, and chased after the attackers randomly. Seeing the attackers crawling into an alley, these guys chased in without any thought. Just as dozens of people were crowding into it, a group of Malay guerrillas holding Remington suddenly appeared at the entrance of the alley opposite.

"Get down quickly!"

The security captain screamed in horror. Amid his screams, eight Remingtons on the opposite side spewed out flames at the same time. In an instant, the alley turned into hell. Seventy-two bullets swept violently, killing the Javans with flesh and blood. Taking advantage of the chaos, the gunmen stood there arrogantly, constantly pulling the trigger, until they shot all the bullets in the gun. At this time, none of the more than 30 Javans who rushed into the alley were standing.

At the same time, a large number of Malay guerrillas holding Remington emerged from alleys, and more than 100 Javanese people chasing were immediately surrounded, and the fierce street fighting began.

"Quick, request reinforcements!"

A Javanese officer lying in the corner of the wall holding a gun and shooting, shouting loudly at his subordinates.

Without his request, the whole of Pontianak was already in chaos at this time. A large number of security guards rushed out of the barracks and began to surround the battle positions, including those Chinese security teams, also began to prepare to dispatch. Because the Malay guerrillas only attacked the Javanese and not the Chinese, the Chinese security team and the Javanese were stationed separately under the insistence of the gentry in those places.

But just as these Chinese security teams were about to go out, strange teams blocked their door.

"What are you going to do?"

The captain who was taking his subordinates out in front of the gate of a security team was stunned to look at the group of old men and old ladies in front of him.

"When you go back, stay honestly."

Standing in front of him was his father, staring at him with a stern face and shouting.

"You guys go away!"

The captain roared angrily, he was not a fool, and of course he immediately understood that there was a premeditation today, and a trap must be waiting for the Javanese.

Before his father could speak, his mother ran out of the crowd, grabbed his arm, and pulled him away with tears in his nose and tears. The captain hugged his head in despair and squatted directly on the ground.

"We can't do this. This is betraying comrades. We must help them, comrades, and follow me to rush out!"

An officer was unwilling to give up and waved his pistol to try to inspire the fighting spirit of the security team members. However, this was useless. The ones blocked outside were the parents of these security team members. How could they rush? The traditional Chinese ideas in Nanyang are particularly stubborn, far from those young people armed with progressive ideas in China. Looking at their relatives in front of the door and listening to the increasingly fierce gunfire in the distance, no matter how the officer encouraged them, none of the security team members moved, and they were all there to look at me and I looked at you, and some helpless people even sat on the ground like their captain.

The same situation was also performed in several other Chinese security team camps.

But the Java security team, who were in reinforcements, did not know about this, and they still rushed out of the barracks and rushed to the place of war. They also didn't know that in the dense forests around the city, there were more than 10,000 armed Malays. Of course, there were only a few guns, most of them were Balan swords or bamboo spears, but a huge number advantage was enough. Besides, the main task of these guys was not to fight. They cleaned and completely cleaned the Javanese in this city.

"Don't leave any one left. Think about how we attacked them in the jungle. If they attacked us, then we should not expect to live a stable life. Except for women and children, no one will stay with all adult men!"

Next to Han Xu, Mahathir said viciously to his subordinates.

His subordinates nodded without hesitation, and their faces showed irrepressible excitement. After killing the adult man, the woman and their property must be theirs. Who doesn't like such a good thing?

Looking at these guys who were like wild dogs preparing to grab food, Han Xu couldn't help but show a sneer of contempt.

And at the same time, the location of Javanese reinforcements was constantly coming from the radio station beside him.

Eight groups of scouts carrying radio stations had long been hiding in the small town.

After estimating the time based on the several ambush points marked on the map, Han Xu immediately said to Mahathir: "Take it!"

Mahathir waved his hand excitedly, and more than 10,000 Malays immediately howled and rushed into Pontianak.

And at the same time, Javanese security teams were almost in the hell of death.

(Thanks to book friend Youfeng and Aidshe for their rewards.)
Chapter completed!