Chapter 309 Chinese people outside Jakarta!
The burning torches gradually lit around the grass street, and a fully armed Chinese soldier gradually emerged from the darkness around the grass street. They repeated the sentence loudly in their own local voices, with enthusiastic smiles on their faces.
The familiar faces of the Chinese were revealed in the eyes of the Chinese people in Jakarta who were hiding in the window and looked out in horror. First of all, they were surprised and disbeliefed, and then they were puzzled. In the last surprise, because many of those soldiers came to this grass street two months ago. There are all kinds of Chinese who make a living.
"They... Who the hell are they?" A restaurant owner stared at his former shop. Unexpectedly, he was equipped with the kind of musket equipped by Dutch talent, dressed in a straight military uniform, and stood proudly on the street not far away, signaling loudly that the Chinese in the grass street did not have to be afraid or panic. They did not have any malice. I came here to protect the safety of their compatriots.
"It should be a good person." The six-year-old son of the restaurant owner stared at a pair of big dark eyes and looked curiously at the shopkeeper who suddenly disappeared this morning. He still remembered that he had bought snacks for himself. When the children opposite him bullied him, he stood up and protected himself behind him.
"Good person?" The owner of the restaurant took a deep breath and held his hand a little tighter. Then he handed him over to his wife and pushed the closed door open in his wife's worried eyes.
"Wu Jinshui, who are you?!" The owner of the restaurant stepped on the door and steps of the restaurant and stood on the empty street. He suddenly disappeared this morning, and now the shopman who suddenly appeared shouted loudly.
"Boss? Ha ha, I'm sorry, boss. I didn't mean to deceive you. My name is indeed Wu Jinshui, but my real identity is a soldier and a soldier. The soldier named Wu Jinshui smiled at the boss and replied loudly that the smile on his face seemed so approach-friendly.
"Whose soldiers are you?" The restaurant owner slowly stepped down the steps, although his voice was full of doubts. He could see that Wu Jinshui had no malice at all.
Although only the two of them are answering on the street, almost every pair of ears in every house are high at this moment, and they are also full of the same doubts as the restaurant owner.
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"We are Liang Jiajun, and we are Master Liang's soldiers." Wu Jinshui tried his best to make his body more straight and replied loudly in the most proud tone. Do you know Lan Fangguo? The Dutch in Jakarta want to occupy Lanfang, and want to turn us Chinese into their laborers, their slaves, and Luo Fangbo, the general system of Lanfang, found our young master. So, we are here. The Dutch fleet has surrendered to us. The Wanjin army they sent to invade Lanfang has been completely anniversed by our Liang army!
We just want those Dutch people to understand that we Chinese are not a people who are bullied at will, and we are an army that exists to protect all Chinese compatriots. We are the children of all Chinese compatriots in the world.
"Soldier..." The owner of the restaurant chewed this rare word and looked at the man with a musket on his back, with a knife on his waist, his clothes in the middle of his body, beautiful metal buttons, and the eyes under the iron-gray helmet that were still full of kindness and affinity. Eye-catching.
"Uncle Jinshui..." At this time, a tender call came from the steps of the restaurant. Wu Jinshui turned his face and saw the fat son of the restaurant owner waving his fat little hand to Wu Jinshui in the arms of the restaurant owner's wife.
"Oh, little shopkeeper... Come on, Uncle Jinshui brought you something good today. Do you want to eat it? This is milk candy." Wu Jinshui put his hand into his arms and took out two candies wrapped in tin foil.
"Mom, put me down, put me down!" The little guy's eyes lit up, and his hands pushed his mother tightly.
"A Ning, let him come here." The owner of the restaurant sighed softly and said. The wife of the restaurant owner was a little hesitant, but she still listened to her husband's words and put her son down. However, the panic and worry in her eyes could not be erased. She couldn't imagine that this shopkeeper, who had been working in her restaurant for two months and was very popular with customers and neighbors, was actually In her impression, no soldier is a good thing.
Wu Jinshui opened his arms and lowered his body. At the moment when the little guy rushed in front of him, he picked him up, squeaked the little guy with his short lips, and then handed the milk candy into the little guy's hand.
"Are you really here to help us?" The owner of the restaurant still didn't believe it. He looked at his son who was chewing milk candy beautifully in Wu Jinshui's arms and muttered in a low voice, as if he were asking himself, and as if he was asking Wu Jinshui in front of him.
Lan Fangguo, of course, the owner of the restaurant has heard that Luo Fangbo, the general system of Lanfangguo, is the pride of almost all Nanyang Chinese people. The name of Lanfang Guo not only cursed by those Western colonists, but also makes the Chinese compatriots who have fallen into the abyss of suffering in Nanyang as a symbol of hope.
Some time ago, the Dutch in Jakarta dispatched an army to attack Lanfang in Borneo. At that time, almost every Chinese on the grass street fell into a kind of depression and worry, just like the last glimmer of hope in their hearts was about to be extinguished.
But just a few days ago, there were some comments on Caopu Street, saying that the huge fleet and nearly 10,000 soldiers sent by the Dutch to the northern Borneo had been annihiled, which had made the Dutch panic. Although they could not believe that this was reality, they also vaguely prayed that the rumor was reality. This kind of contradictory psychology exists in the hearts of almost every Chinese in Jakarta.
And now,
"Of course, we are all Han people. We all come from the same place. If we don't help you, will we still help those damn Dutch people or those dirty natives?" Wu Jinshui couldn't help laughing.
"Uncle Jinshui, and sugar, right?" At this time, a timid voice sounded from Wu Jinshui's side, which shocked Wu Jinshui, who was smiling. Only then did he notice that there was a beautiful and cute little girl around him.
"It turned out to be Xiuying's little girl. Why did you come silently? Uncle Jin Shui jumped a lot. Of course, there is sugar. Come on, this is for you." Wu Jinshui happily took out the candy from his pocket. As a result, several closed houses opened the door again. Many little guys were a little timid and jumped over. Anyway, in a word: Uncle Jinshui, we also want to eat milk candy...--------------------< /P>
Looking at Wu Jinshui, who was fully armed, surrounded by a group of children, and surrendered repeatedly, the restaurant owner subconsciously grinned to laugh, but he felt that he should not laugh. However, when he saw Wu Jinshui awkwardly protecting his pockets and begging for mercy at these little guys, he couldn't help laughing happily. He got up and laughed so much that he even burst into tears, slapped his thighs and shook his head repeatedly.
At this time, many adults also came out of their families. Almost all the streets of Caopu Street were repeating such stories. The original fear of the Chinese in Caopu Street was gradually dispersed by the real laughter of the children who robbed the candy that day. Instead, it was simple. , a little timid, but with a joy of hope.
"The children's soldiers... In the world, all the children's soldiers of Chinese compatriots, this sentence is very good." The owner of the restaurant took a deep breath of air. At this time, the explosion and gunfire came again in the direction of Jakarta, but he had no impulse to run. He was curious, and almost all Chinese were curious about a problem.
"Brother Jinshui, what's wrong with Jakarta?" The restaurant owner cleared his throat, with a trace of respect in his tone. Why is it so messy? It explodes for a while and shoots for a while. Aren't your brothers beating those Dutchmen?
"There, it has been tricked by our young master to let the Dutch and those Javanese natives commit suicide. Our young master said that in the future, this place will become our own home for the Chinese. There will be no Dutch riding on our heads, and we will not let those indigenous people bully our brothers and sisters at will. Wu Jinshui finally exchanged his helmet with the last two candies. After putting it on again, he quickly tightened the belt, so as not to let these wanton little guys grab it again.
"Brother Golden Water, do you mean that those Dutch are fighting with the indigenous people in Jakarta?" A strong and even fat middle-aged man asked Wu Jinshui cautiously.
"Of course, hey hey, our young master made people pretend to be British and promised countless conditions that would not be realized at all to instigate those indigenous people to attack the Dutch. Now in the city of Jakarta, there are 20,000 to 30,000 indigenous people fighting with the Dutch." Wu Jinshui had a bad smile on his face, but in the eyes of these Chinese people on the grass street, they looked so amiable and cute.
(to be continued)