The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 432: Killing and Dog Training
The Sultan of Yogyakarta, Laden Mas Sujana, fell into a deep sleep. He drank a little wine and imagined the wonderful days after driving out the Chinese. The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

Don't be fooled by the fact that this guy has many cool titles, but he is actually a country bumpkin.

Although he understood that the Dutch who now ruled Batavia and the Chinese from the north both came from very powerful countries.

But given the Sultan of Yogyakarta's insight, he could imagine that the Netherlands and China were three times as powerful as the entire Java Island combined, which was already the limit of his imagination.

So in the eyes of the Sultan of Yogyakarta, the Netherlands is far away and China is close, so the Dutch cannot defeat the Chinese.

But the Sultan of Yogyakarta, oh no, he thinks he is the Caliph. He is closer to the Caliph, so whoever he helps will win.

However, when he woke up the next morning, the Sultan of Yogyakarta soon fell into unrest again.

Because the closer they got to Batavia, the more people fled from nearby, and more than half of them said that the Dutch in Batavia had surrendered.

At the same time, the Sultan of Yogyakarta remembered another thing. When he left, he seemed to have heard that Semarang was also attacked.

The Sultan was now very upset. He decided to stay in Subang for a few days and send a small number of people to Batavia to get things sorted out first.

Then it was Lian Song's turn to take the stage. He had a mixed-race appearance and knelt in front of the Sultan of Yogyakarta together with Prince Tildo, the son of the deposed Sultan of Banten.

Lian Song turned up his acting to the highest level, with red eyes, an expression of eagerness and excitement, fluent dialect, and a slight Yogyakarta accent.

"Your Majesty the Caliph, this is the best opportunity given by God!

If we miss this opportunity, the followers of the Lord will no longer have any chance in this land. Endless Chinese will come here by sea and turn us and the Dutch into their slaves.

The Sultan of Yogyakarta wavered again. He hesitated for a moment and said, "You said Captain Andrew was leading a hundred men to meet me at the front, but I've heard from many people that Batavia has been captured."

Lian Song answered quickly, having repeated this answer in his mind dozens of times.

"Your Majesty, the Caliph, it's only been six days since we last informed you. It would have taken these people at least four days to escape here with the elderly, the weak, women, and children. If what they say is true, then wouldn't the Chinese have captured Batavia in just two days?"

“Obviously, this is impossible. It only means that these people fled as soon as they heard the sound of artillery fire. They are not even from the city, but coolies outside the city.

Your Majesty, the three million believers of Allah in Java are watching. Your hesitation will surely be seen as weakness by them!"

"Yes, Your Majesty the Caliph, you have already reached Subang. Are you going to retreat at the last moment?" Lieutenant Albert, the mixed-race who was the first to go to see the Sultan of Yogyakarta, also came over to join in the persuasion.

The Sultan of Yogyakarta looked at these mixed-race people. They were the group that was most afraid that Batavia would be captured by the Chinese, because they relied on serving as a bridge of communication to maintain their status.

If Batavia were lost, without the support and halo bonus of their mother country, they would become bastards who were discriminated against.

Not to mention that the Sultan of Yogyakarta had become accustomed to cooperating with these mixed-race people, relying on them to obtain information, and even influencing the original Dutch Governor of Batavia's policy towards the indigenous people.

Prince Tildo was also crying on the ground: "Uncle, Your Majesty the Caliph, please don't abandon us!"

The Sultan of Yogyakarta was completely shaken when he heard Prince Tildo call him "Uncle Caliph". However, he never imagined that Prince Tildo had been controlled by the Jinyiwei five years ago.

After his performance, he will get a large manor in Jiaxi Prefecture and enjoy a lifetime of wealth and no longer have to live in fear of being a hostage.

"Okay, I'll trust you this time. Let's set off and continue to Batavia!"

. . . .

Chen Lian personally rushed to a place about ten kilometers outside the city of Subang, where there was a dormant volcano. It was as stubborn as a boil on the skin, and it had squeezed out a canyon along the river on the originally flat land.

This is the best ambush location. There is a plain outside here, and the bumpy hillside of the dormant volcano is most suitable for placing artillery.

“When half the enemy had entered, the artillery opened fire. The third and fifth companies of the Shinden Guards waited until the artillery fire stopped and then rushed down to cut them off.

Lin Tonghuo, lead the 1,000 vassal soldiers and do not participate in the battle ahead. Instead, quickly attack the enemy troops that have not yet entered the volcanic valley."

After making the arrangements, Chen Lian took a breath and explained to them: "Our troops are limited, and our main combat target is the British in India. We cannot stay in Batavia for a long time.

Therefore, we must kill a large number of these natives, otherwise it will be very difficult to deal with those who are left behind."

Lin Tonghuo saw that Chen Lian's eyes were always on him when he spoke, and he understood.

He served as Viscount on Penang Island, not far across the Batavia Sea, for six or seven years and was currently the vassal who was most familiar with this area.

Looking at the situation, Chen Lian is likely to let him temporarily partner with Holdyk to guard Batavia.

So he nodded, bowed and replied: "Don't worry, sir, I will definitely not show any mercy."

"Your Majesty the Caliph, look." Lian Song pointed to a white flag with the letters VOC flying in the distance and said in the canyon:
"Captain Andrew has arrived. Please allow me to go and inform him of the arrival of His Majesty the Caliph."

Lian Song was very nervous because Chen Lian had told him directly before he came that if he had not left the Yogyakarta soldiers' team during the bombardment, he would have to leave it to fate.

Fortunately, although he was nervous, he did not show it on his face. The Sultan of Yogyakarta did not doubt him and happily asked Lian Song to go and report.

As for Lieutenant Albert, he found an excuse to stay behind before the army entered the volcanic canyon and did not come in at all.

Prince Tildo pretended to pee and stood by the river. He was probably the one who ran the fastest when the cannon sounded.

"Let's take a break and wait for the people from the other side to greet us." The Sultan of Yogyakarta was very happy. He thought that they had walked almost ten kilometers, so he might as well let the team have a good rest.

When Chen Lian saw this from the mountain, he was overjoyed. If the Yogyakarta soldiers stopped, they would be the best targets.

"Boom!" A huge roar seemed to come from the horizon. A Yogyakarta soldier stood up and looked at the sky. He thought it was thunder.

However, he looked for a long time but didn't see any thunder. Suddenly, he found that a tree as thick as a bowl not far in front of him broke with a snap.

The rapidly falling tree trunk swept across and knocked over a dozen Yogyakarta soldiers to the ground.

Then, even more rapid and intense artillery fire rang out, and these people finally realized what was happening. This was a long riverside canyon, and the shells were fired from above, almost every hit was accurate. Each ricocheting shell directly carved a bloody path through the dense crowd.

The Sultan of Yogyakarta yelled and turned around to look. All the mixed-race children who were by his side just now had run away. Even his distant relative, Prince Tildo, the son of the Sultan of Banten, who had come to deceive him, was nowhere to be seen.

A shell bounced past the Sultan of Yogyakarta, and one of his most respected warrior captains screamed and had both legs broken. He rolled back and forth on the ground in pain.

The shell continued to move forward, creating a bloody hole in the ground. It then suddenly jumped high up and, with a bang, hit a large rock.

The big rock was smashed to pieces on the spot, and countless pieces of stone fragments of different sizes whizzed in all directions.

A group of soldiers who happened to be standing nearby were shot with bloody wounds all over their bodies. They howled and ran back quickly.

The Sultan of Yogyakarta couldn't help but touch his face. It turned out that he was also cut by the gravel, and blood was oozing from his left cheek.

"Retreat, retreat!" Sultan shouted loudly. He knew that in this narrow canyon, if he didn't retreat, he would die.

However, at this point, the word "retreat" is not a good word.

As soon as the order from the Sultan of Yogyakarta was issued, the troops that were already retreating immediately became chaotic. At this moment, all of them ran madly towards Subang City like a group of antelopes being chased by wild beasts.

In the extreme chaos, someone soon fell to the ground and never got up again. Moreover, one person's fall would soon trigger a chain reaction, causing more people to kick the "obstacle" and fall.

Halfway up the mountain, two companies of the Divine Lightning Guards rushed down with a roar. They first fired a volley of gunfire, knocking down a large number of Yogyakarta soldiers who were fleeing frantically.

Then, using the brief barrier formed by the fallen bodies, more than fifty grenadiers continuously threw out the bombs in their hands.

The violent explosion quickly cut the fleeing Yogyakarta soldiers into two. Many of the fleeing soldiers, who had completely lost their minds, tried to run back in terror after being blown up by the bomb, which successfully caused most of them to crash into each other.

Lin Tonghuo personally rushed to the front holding a bomb. Hundreds of Yogyakarta warriors wanted to counterattack, defeat the Shindian Guards who came to intercept them, and rescue the Sultan of Yogyakarta.

But they were very unfortunate to encounter these thousand vassal soldiers. These people were all old hands in Southeast Asia and naturally knew how much benefit they would gain by completely subduing the natives on Java Island.

Java Island is the most fertile place in Southeast Asia. Only one or two hundred acres of land are needed to build a manor and rule over at least five households of native serfs.

Not to mention that as long as one's achievements are great enough, it is not impossible to become a vassal and rule over thousands of people.

Under such a huge temptation, the feudal soldiers fired three rounds of bombs and volleys, and then rushed forward with bayonets, each one more ferocious than the other, fighting with a completely reckless attitude.

The Yogyakarta soldiers didn't know what had happened to the Sultan, and their morale was very low. They could not withstand such an attack. When Lin Tonghuo killed the third man with a big knife, they began to retreat frantically.

The scene in Batavia was even more bloody. Major General Suffrand drove a gunboat weighing dozens of tons directly into the Ciliwung River, and then directly bombarded the thatched huts of the natives on the river surface that looked like dung soup.

Dozens of natives howled and launched a desperate attack in their small boats, but the soldiers on the boats fired at them with their muskets, and the natives could only retreat crying.

Then, it was the soldiers' turn to attack. They also rowed their long centipede boats and kept throwing the kerosene bottles in their hands.

It didn't rain today, so the strong sun baked out the stench of the Fentangzi Zhiliong River. It was so hot and dry, and the indigenous houses were built with wood, thatch and straw. Once they caught fire, they could not be easily extinguished.

Under the threat of fire, the natives had no choice but to stay away from the Ciliwung River and run to the other side.

But unfortunately, this place has been blocked for a long time. There are dozens of soldiers guarding a field cannon at each exit. If anyone comes, they will just load the cannon with shotgun shells and fire at them. Even a god cannot withstand such damage.

Shi Yaer watched all this coldly, without a trace of pity in his eyes. He looked at the Dutch soldiers who obeyed his orders and began to kill and shouted:
“I know that some of you are descendants of officers who suppressed the Chinese uprising. I understand that your ancestors followed orders, but today, you must also follow orders.

Each of you must kill at least three natives, or you will be court-martialed!"

That's a bullshit understanding. In fact, most of the people who experienced the incident were killed, and those who were not killed basically died of illness. Shi Yaer has arrested all the dozens of Dutch people he could find and are waiting for public trial.

Now the remaining ones are those that he cannot trace back to their origins or are indeed unrelated to the Hongxi Massacre, so he simply lets them kill the natives as a token of surrender.

This is a standard world of the survival of the fittest, so there are basic laws for killing. That is, Siamese, Burmese, Indians, Africans, Arabs, and even Irish, Poles, etc. can be executed at will. You just need to keep a low profile.

However, the citizens of the great powers cannot be massacred. If they need to be killed, they must be tried and act according to the law, otherwise it will be a major incident.

In fact, even the Chinese during the Qing Dynasty had this power. A little-known fact is that although the Qing government did not stand up for the Chinese after the Hongxi Massacre, the VOC company threw the culprits, including the governor and other military officers of all ranks, into prison, and either killed them or sentenced them.

Firstly, the Red River Massacre caused huge property losses to the VOC company, and secondly, massacring citizens of powerful countries was against the rules.

Another little-known fact is that the main force that suppressed the Chinese uprising was actually the indigenous people.

Because there were about 10,000 Chinese in Batavia at that time, all of them were young and strong, while the Dutch, including women, children and missionaries, had only more than 1,000 people in total. If it were not for the help of the natives, the Dutch would not have been able to defeat the Chinese rebels, let alone the post-war massacre, and they would probably have been directly defeated.

Therefore, the Javanese natives who had no strong country to back them up and were deeply involved in or even dominated the incident were in trouble. Someone must be held accountable for the tragedy of that year, although Shi Yaer's grandfather Shi Banjang and others were soldiers and dying on the battlefield was their fate.

But the remaining four or five thousand Chinese were just ordinary people who came here to work. After the uprising led by Shi Banjang and others failed, the Dutch expanded it into a massacre against all Chinese, so they had to pay the price.

After Shi Yaer and Chen Lian discussed it, they decided not to leave any one alive. All 70,000 indigenous men around Batavia, including the port castle and nearby villages, were killed, and the rest of the valuable ones were directly packaged and auctioned off as some benefits for the soldiers.

The number of 70,000 is exactly ten times the number of Chinese killed in the Hongxi Massacre.

At the same time, in addition to revenge, there are also practical reasons.

In order to establish authority and maintain their rule, they had to kill all the natives who had witnessed the Chinese's defeat in the past, and then relocate some of the natives who had recently been frightened by the Chinese to Batavia.

This is just like training a dog. Only after you have planted the seed of fear in his heart, can you let him be your dog without worry. As for those vicious dogs that have already bared their fangs and attacked humans, the only option is to kill them.

Two hours later, the sun rose to its zenith, scorching the earth even more fiercely. A large number of corpses floated in the Shitangzi Zhiliong River, so that the river water turned from shit yellow to dark red.

The fire began to die down, and most of the houses that were set on fire outside were burned down.

"Teams of ten will cover each other and search house by house, leaving no place untouched. All males will be executed. Those who are capable of having children now or in the future will be tied up and sold."

(End of this chapter)