Chapter 305 This will be a night of blood and killing!
"It's all ready. It's eight o'clock in the evening. In another half an hour, it will be completely dark. Tonight happens to be the string moon, which is very dark and suitable for us to act." In Jakarta, in the office of Arrozzo's big dyeing workshop, there is a group of people. The lit candles are burning. The topographic map of Jakarta on the table clearly shows the city defense streets of Jakarta, various important target points, and in a corner of the southeast of the city, which is highlighted by red pens.
"I, and other detonators, will arrive at various detonation sites in an hour to lurk, and then, at ten o'clock sharp, starting from the building near the governor's mansion, detonating the explosion points one by one from east to west..."
"...Within half an hour after the explosion, Arrozzo, you and your people must find a way to get rid of the guards here." Zheng Tianfang pointed to the southeast corner of the city, where there was the Dutch arsenal. In addition to firearms, there were about 50,000 catties of gunpowder and other military supplies.
"This is no problem, with our combat effectiveness. Those Dutch can't be our opponents at all. Arrozo nodded and continued to wipe the brand-new revolver in his hand.
"I know that, I mean, I hope you can be as careful as possible to reduce casualties. The important thing is to occupy and blow up their arsenal." Zheng Tianfang's young face looks so old and serious at this moment.
"Well, okay, we will definitely finish it, but why don't we keep it after occupation? You know, the ordnance there can equip thousands of people. Arozo licked his mouth, and his eyes were as greedy as a thug who was about to break through the door of the bank treasury.
"Those ordnance are quite useful, but do you think you can defend them with more than a hundred of you? You know, what the young master needs is to make the city of Jakarta lose the courage and confidence to resist, not to make the Dutch feel that they still have a chance to turn over the capital. Therefore, the arsenal must be blown up. First, you don't need to wait for death there. Second, even if the Dutch want to resist to the end, the weapons and artillery in their hands can't be opened. A few shots, but not a few shots. At that time, they will have to defend the city wall by spitting. Zheng Tianfang's metaphor made all these guys laugh.
"The important thing is that we need those indigenous people to rush into Jakarta to do things for us and do what the Dutch people used to do. In the past, they supported the countless sins committed by those indigenous people against us Chinese. Now, I don't know if they will think of it. What does it mean that the way of heaven is clear? Retribution is not good. Zheng Tianfang's hand hit the map fiercely. Next to him, several Chinese with dark eyes and black eyes like him were also full of pleasure.
"May God forgive them." Arrozo and others just shrugged their shoulders. They really don't have much say in this ethnic issue, but they also know how many dirty and vicious things the Western colonists have done in the colonies over the years.
"Let God forgive, but our young master will punish them." A Chinese pirate had a ferocious smile on the corners of his mouth.
--------------------
"How's it going? It's okay, soldiers, give me your spirits and don't give the enemy a chance. There are tens of thousands of compatriots behind us, and the lives of these civilians need our protection. De Kohler patrolled the city wall and cheered up the soldiers.
Although the other party gave the Governor a day to consider during the day today, De Kohler and senior Dutch officials did not believe that these pirates from the British East India Company would abide by such a gentleman's agreement. For this reason, 2,000 soldiers stationed in Jakarta left 100 soldiers and 500 recruits at the east, south and west gates, and almost all the rest of the soldiers were mobilized to the north gate. After all, the other side comes from the sea. If you want to attack, you can only attack Jakarta from the direction of the port wharf.
Of course, in order to prevent the whole city from being disturbed by internal attacks like Wang Jiaxi, patrols were also set up in the city and a curfew was imposed.
"Sir, are you really sure that the gate will open when the time comes?" An indigenous general who waved almost all over his body, only decorated with bird feathers on his head and body, and painted with strange patterns on his face, asked a Westerner around him.
"Of course, I can assure you of this, but I hope your soldiers can have the courage to rush into Jakarta like a general and raise the weapons in your hands to these Dutch who exploit you." The Westerner took a look behind him, and the sharpened wooden sticks in the hands of the stupid bird native soldiers who sat on the ground in a daze with bird hair on their foreheads, and felt that the term "weapons" was really insulting.
"Of course, don't worry, our warriors in the Kingdom of Matalan are the best at fighting on the whole island of Java, and our soldiers can even pierce the enemy with the spears in their hands. That... Mr. Edward, can you give me that musket again? That thing is powerful. It kills people and looks at them like this. The General Mataram spoke, and his eyes slipped to Edward again.
Edward rolled his eyes secretly, but he still hooked his finger at the guard behind him. The guard muttered something with dissatisfaction, and then pulled out the short fire thorn around his waist and gave it to the indigenous general.
After taking over the fire, there were more smiles on the indigenous general's face, and he even claimed that Edward was really a friend. You don't want friends like you to kill me. Edward smiled with a smile on his face. In fact, his heart was full of contempt for these greedy and shameless natives. He turned his face and continued to look at the south gate of Jakarta, about a mile and a half away from their ambush jungle.
With the light of the torch on the head of the city, it can be seen that the Dutch's defense at the south gate is not tight. Within 500 meters that Edward can see, there is a Dutch soldier patrolling about 50 meters, and most of their clothes are recruits. It seems that the Dutch are heavy. The soldiers were assigned to the north gate. Master Liang's plan is now half successful. The rest depends on whether the brothers in the city can complete their tasks.
On the dark street corner, an indistinguishable figure moved slowly in the dark corner. At this time, there was a neat sound of footsteps from the street corner not far away. The figure who had just moved stopped in an instant, and then stood still in place.
The light of the torch just shook when the Dutch patrol passed through the street, and the gray-black clothes on the man were well integrated with the night, and it was difficult to tell that there was a person standing in that place.
--------------------
After the footsteps of the patrol gradually faded away, a young face emerged from the darkness. It was Zheng Tianfang who was plotting in Arrozzo's dyeing workshop more than an hour ago.
Wipe the sweat on his face and try to calm his breath. He looked around warily, and then quietly moved to the other side of the street and poked his head at the corner. It was only 300 meters away from the Governor's Office of the Dutch Colony. However, the Governor's Office was brightly lit at this moment, and around It can be said that there is no way to get close at all. Zheng Tianfang can't help but be glad that the explosion point he chose is the building opposite the governor's office, not the governor's office. Otherwise, tonight, the explosion signal starting from here is likely to be impossible to complete.
Moved a few more steps along the corner, and finally came to the back door of the building opposite the governor's mansion. Zheng Tianfang took out the tool from his arms, inserted it into the lockhole and pulled it out. After pulling it out, he opened the back door very easily, and then got into the back door like a light civet cat. .
Zheng Tianfang moved carefully in the building. This is an office building of the East India Company. After the evening, no one except a night watchman would go in and out, but Zheng Tianfang still did not dare to be careless.
After following the wooden stairs to the second floor, Zheng Tianfang was soaked with sweat. In a utility room on the second floor, there was a pile of 200 catties of bitterness and sourness that they tried to sneak in.
Just as Zheng Tianfang's foot touched the floor on the second floor, he heard a faint snoring in the room next to him. Zheng Tianfang gritted his teeth, moved to the room, and gently opened the door of the room with the tools in his hand again. In it, a Dutch night watchman in his fifties was leaning. He leaned against the chair and fell asleep. In front of him, there was an empty bottle of wine and a bottle of half of wine left.
Zheng Tianfang calmly walked behind him with light steps and slowly pulled out a three-edged military thorn painted black from his thigh. This military thorn was about half a foot shorter than a standard bayonet, but it was easier to carry.
Zheng Tianfang took a deep breath and suddenly covered the night watchman's mouth and nose with one hand. The three-edged army thorn in his hand plunged into the night watchman's left chest and heart fiercely, and then pulled out the military thorn as quickly as possible. He heard a burst of blood spraying, and the blood gushing out made the white. The walls were instantly dyed red and ferocious, as if it were a harbinger that it would be a bloody and killing night.
"What time is it?" Liang Pengfei bit the cigar and stood at the bow of the warship. The thick smoke kept gushing out of his mouth, and the red cigar cigarette butt was as restless as his mood.
"Two minutes and ten o'clock away." Bai Shusheng took out his pocket watch and confirmed the time.
"Well, wait another two minutes. I hope those rabbits don't let me down..." Liang Pengfei's eyes were full of cold light. Shi Xianggu squeezed her cherry lips, and her bright eyes also looked nervously at the silent Jakarta.
The husband's plan can be said to be perfect, but no matter how perfect the plan is, if it is not completed, it is just a plan.
As if in response to the expectations of Liang Pengfei and others, a light suddenly lit up in the center of Jakarta, and then a loud sound like thunder came into the ears of the people who were anxiously waiting for the news at the side of the ship.
(to be continued)