New Shun 1730

"When the bell rings, it's bound to be bad. Either they're fighting a fucking war or they're collecting fucking money."

After leaving the house, a neighbor who was in the same social class as Sun Tao sighed, which Sun Tao deeply agreed with.

When the bell rings, it's basically these two things.

In memory, the only time it was different was when the last governor contracted a tropical disease and summoned everyone in Batavia to pray for blessings. The Chinese were not Christians, and they couldn't tell whether it was a mass or not. It felt like a ritual.

But this only different memory left a worse impression on these Chinese than collecting money and fighting a war. After praying, the last governor was still a mess. As a result, some people said that it was because the Chinese worshipped gods and were not pious that the blessing was unsuccessful, and the Chinese were targeted everywhere in the city.

In short, when the bell rings, it's bound to be bad, that's for sure.

Like Sun Tao, the Chinese who paid the head tax and got the residence permit slowly gathered near the Chinese court with anxiety about the bell. This is a place for Chinese internal trials, marriages, funerals, etc., and the Chinese are very familiar with this place.

Sun Tao followed Lei Zhenlan, who belonged to him, and stood in a place. He stretched his head and looked near the court, and felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong.

A dozen fully armed Dutch soldiers stood next to the court. In the crowd, the Kapitan's messenger was there to maintain order.

Next to the Dutch soldiers stood all the Chinese Kapitans and Lei Zhenlan in Batavia. Next to them, there were also some fierce strong men, some of whom were family servants, some were thugs in casinos and brothels, and some were debt collectors.

A dozen Dutch soldiers stood in front, and the leading officer was talking to Kapitan Lian Fuguang, and his attitude was very respectful. After all, Lian Fuguang was a Kapitan, and he was a captain. In terms of status, he was still higher than the Dutch officer who was in charge of more than a dozen people.

The bell continued to ring, making people's ears buzz. Seeing this situation, the Chinese present thought, most likely a war has started. Why the hell are they fighting? Can't they just live a good life?

The last time the slave workers in the sugar factory outside the city revolted, the Chinese in the city lived in fear for a few days. First the city was sealed, then people were not allowed to go out, and weapons were confiscated. I don't know if this time will be the same as last time.

Sun Tao thought, but it's okay. The Dutch don't allow us Chinese to serve as soldiers, so we don't have to worry about dying in the war.

The neighbor standing next to him whispered: "Brother Sun, do you think the rebels outside the city are attacking? It's a bit scary. The rebels captured Cirebon a few days ago. Could they really attack Batavia?"

Sun Tao said: "Be happy secretly. Fortunately, the Wushan Party was cleared out last time and sent to Ceylon. Otherwise, these Wushan Party in the city, cooperating with the rebels outside the city, wouldn't it be a big deal?"

The neighbor nodded and thought so. He eats Dutch food and works as a technician in a Dutch workshop. Those who can live in the city basically have some skills or have contracted part of the land. I just feel that if those people outside the city come, if the Dutch are driven away, I am afraid that I will have no food to eat?

It is said that thieves pass by like combs, and soldiers pass by like combs, but in the eyes of the Chinese with residence permits in Batavia, the Dutch soldiers are still quite good and do not rob in the city. But it is hard to say about the rebels outside the city. Although I heard that they are a group of righteous bandits, their righteousness is only for those who cannot pay the head tax, and it does not have much impact on themselves.

The Chinese black shirt party and no pants man in the city before should be regarded as lumpen proletarians. Most of them were slaves who were fired due to the relative overproduction of sugar cane. They had no land and returned to Fujian. They were fired and had no job, but they did not want to starve to death. They did steal and rob.

For example, they robbed a piece of bread, stole a bag of rice, and begged in groups.

Although there is a Wuzhimi poorhouse in the city, this Wuzhimi poorhouse has long changed, and it was indeed unable to provide assistance at that time.

The Chinese black shirt party and no pants man did have a period of time like Jean Valjean. They were sentenced to serve hard labor to death in the Dutch for stealing bread... But according to the moral values ​​of the Chinese in the city, stealing is indeed a crime.

Therefore, the Black Shirt Party, the Pantsless Man, and the Burangan Volunteer Army, which these people are now mixed with, do not have a very good image among the Chinese in the city - they cannot guarantee jobs and have stolen things. As for those programmatic documents, except for a head tax, they are of no significance to the Chinese in the city.

First of all, the people in the city can afford the head tax.

Secondly, the forced planting system has nothing to do with the Chinese in the city. Most of the Chinese in the city are small businessmen, small vendors, handicraftsmen, and skilled craftsmen.

After all, because the Hongxi Massacre did not happen, the Chinese in the city are still full of fantasies about the Dutch. Their class attributes also determine their desire for stability.

However, all this, along with Lian Fuguang's "lie", everything disappeared.

The Dutch soldiers were right next to Lian Fuguang, but Lian Fuguang didn't care about the presence of these Dutch people at all, because he knew that these Dutch people didn't understand Chinese.

"People, something happened!"

"The imperial court has sent troops to Southeast Asia. The governor of Bacheng was ambushed in Jingliwen and was killed by the imperial court. The imperial court's heavenly soldiers will soon arrive in Bacheng."

"The Dutch are afraid that we will be the traitors of the imperial court, so they want to confiscate all your knives and other weapons. They told us to pass on the message and order you to wait at home and not go out, just like the last riot outside the city."

"But this time, it's different. You know, I have many Dutch friends in Lian Fuguang, and they secretly told me a big thing."

"The Dutch want to trick you all into staying at home. Once the imperial army comes, they will kill you first to prevent you from being the traitors. This is called killing a thousand people by mistake rather than letting one go. After all, the traitors of the imperial court look the same as you, and the Dutch can't tell them apart."

"Moreover, the Dutch friend told me that if we really can't hold on, then Kill all the Chinese in the city, rob them of their money, and return to the Netherlands by boat. Burn Batavia to the ground, so that the court will get nothing. "

"To be honest, as a Kapitan, I have money, connections, and many friends. I can also go to the Netherlands with you."

"But I can't watch everyone being killed by the Dutch!"

"So, I discussed it with these Lei Zhenlans and decided to do it once and for all. The Dutch want to kill us all, and we can't wait to die, so we might as well kill them all first!"

The Dutch soldiers didn't understand what Lian Fuguang was mumbling, thinking that Lian Fuguang was talking about letting the Chinese stay at home.

The people below didn't get into a commotion, but they found it difficult to accept the news for a while, and some couldn't believe it.

As soon as the words were finished, the thugs and servants standing next to the Dutch soldiers suddenly took out daggers and short knives, and stabbed more than a dozen Dutch soldiers to death.

These Dutch soldiers didn't react at all. Before they died, they couldn't believe that the Kapitan and Lei Zhenlan, who had always been very loyal to the Batavia government, would suddenly take action.

When the blood spurted out, the Chinese people below also reacted.

They had seen a lot of life and death. How could there not be a few people who died unexpectedly here every day? They were not very shocked by such murder and bloodshed, but only then did they react that this thing was probably true.

What is the identity of the Kapitan? Even the Kapitan rebelled against the Dutch, so the Dutch must be really ready to kill people.

The servants cut off the heads of the Dutchmen, and Lian Fuguang lifted one of them and shouted, "Everyone, if you have a gun at home, take it out. Since they want to kill us, we can't just sit and wait to die. Kill them first!"

"The Dutchmen are nothing to be afraid of. The court killed the governor, so can't we kill these Dutchmen in the city?"

"There is a lot of silver in the treasury of the governor's office. If we really want to take it down, I don't want any of it. Let's share it."

"Touch your crotch. If you have balls, follow me! If you don't have balls, go home and wait. Today's situation has come to this. Either we Tang people will be killed by the Dutch, or we will kill all the red-haired ghosts in the city!"

After that, Lian Fuguang threw the Dutchman's head in his hand towards the crowd.

But no one dodged, and many people didn't react to this change for a while. The head turned several times in the air, and the Dutchman's braid made a good suffix. After turning several times, it actually maintained its balance and fell directly at Sun Tao's feet.

A strong smell of blood rushed into Sun Tao's nose, but he didn't feel disgusted. The smell was even stronger when pigs were slaughtered during the Chinese New Year.

He looked down at the Dutchman's head. He was alive one second ago, but he looked like this the next. His eyes were open, and the cut flesh was turned outward, covered with dirt.

Sun Tao tilted his head and looked for a while, and finally touched his inner emotions. He thought that it was a good thing that the Kapitan found it, otherwise would his head be like this Dutchman, being picked up and thrown to the ground, and the cut on his neck would be covered with mud mixed with blood?

What finally touched him was Lian Fuguang's last words.

It was really a life-and-death struggle. Either the Chinese killed all the Dutch, or the Dutch reacted and killed all the Chinese. There was no third way.

Even the Kapitan and Lei Zhenlan killed the Dutch, which shows how serious the situation has become.

Sun Tao is basically a good person. He doesn't kill, set fire, steal, or rob. He makes a living by his cooking skills.

But being a good person doesn't mean he wants to be like the Dutchman under his feet, being thrown to the ground by the head.

And now that things have come to this, even if it's fake, he can't care so much. Kapitan Lei Zhenlan rebelled collectively, and the Dutch will definitely retaliate against the Chinese. Even if it's fake, there is only one way to fight to the death.

He gritted his teeth and moved his eyes away from the Dutchman's head under his feet, thinking that he would not eat pig head meat during the Chinese New Year this year, it was a bit disgusting.