Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 990 Entering the City

"I don't know much about the history of Nanyang, but I remember that during this period in 93, there seemed to be no tragedy in which the natives massacred their compatriots on a large scale."

After a period of silence, Han Jiang, the team member, was the first to speak, muttering this sentence.

Although the words in his mouth were relatively euphemistic, it showed that this guy had no intention of completing this side mission.

It's not that he is cruel and sits back and watches the tragedy happen to these compatriots; it's not that he doesn't care that so many supplies in the space equipment will not be available.

It's just that I feel a little helpless about the current situation.

It was a very helpless choice between choosing the lesser of two evils.

There is another point that although Hanjiang did not explain clearly, the surrounding teams are basically aware of it; in the modern dimension, the practices of some compatriots in the Nanyang region are really difficult to describe.

The saying that a fellow countryman meets a fellow countryman and shoots him in the back already illustrates some problems.

“We have been to this mission world twice and have done so many things. It is normal for some different changes to occur.

However, there are some compatriots in the modern world who are disgusting and even more annoying than foreign devils. This statement is correct. "

I once lived in Lijiapo for several years, and I had a lot of contact with the God of Wealth among my compatriots in the Nanyang region, and then I started talking about it.

But after hearing the above statement, Hu Biao knew that as the team commander, he had to say something.

For this reason, after looking around at everyone and seeing the team members with different expressions and reactions, he said solemnly:

"In the modern dimension, some of our compatriots in this region are really indifferent and only try to trick their own people. They are even more annoying than foreign devils.

But a considerable part of the reason is that some subsequent courts such as Daqing and the Republic of China only knew how to ask for money but did not know what to pay in return, which broke their hearts.

The mother country did not take good care of them during the massacres by the natives.

Then they had no choice but to actively try to integrate into the local society, and their mentality and cognition changed greatly.

Overall, it was the mother country that failed them.

But they also forgot that the flower grower was not just a Guo Jia at all, but a civilization disguised as Guo Jia, and they were connected by blood.

Guo Jia's concept is fundamentally different from the one promoted by the West.

Actively integrating into it actually doesn't have much effect.

Therefore, I personally think that our fellow Nanyang compatriots in this era must be saved; it is definitely not because the Dutch are killing their citizens and it has nothing to do with us, we can do nothing.

Of course, this is just my personal thought and perception, and I don’t force everyone to listen to me; just let’s vote by a show of hands, and those who are willing to complete the side missions will raise their hands. "

At this statement, the imperial concubine suddenly raised her hand high in the air.

But compared to Hu Biao's movements, it was faster.

This girl reacted so quickly, not only to support her husband, but also because when she thought of the woman who died in front of her, there was a fire of anger burning in her heart.

Then there was Xiaomei, who also raised an arm and strongly expressed her support for the cheapest brother-in-law.

Others seemed a little hesitant.

It's not that they don't want to save people, but they have other concerns.

Just like what Huang Yizhi asked after hesitating for a while: "What should I do if Da Yin intervenes? What specific plans do you have, Lao Hu?"

"Even if Butcher Zhang is dead, he can still eat meat with hair on it; so is it because of the threat from the Great Yin Empire that everyone does nothing?"

After hearing this, Hu Biao first cursed.

Then, he continued: "More than thirty years have passed, and Modu, Liaodong and the fleet cannot be contacted. The current situation in the world is in the dark. Who can tell clearly what to do.

Let’s go to Surabaya City first and find out more about the situation. It’s nothing more than soldiers coming to block the water and cover it up with the earth~”

Faced with such a statement, everyone in the team no longer had any objections.

After raising their arms high one after another, they finally reached a consensus to complete the side mission and avoid a tragedy for the compatriots in Surabaya City.

But even so, they did not go to Surabaya City immediately.

Instead, he went to the 12 o'clock direction, the village that AT and Chen Tang had discovered.

After the division of labor, those who dug pits and those who carried people wrapped those compatriots who had obviously died in the hands of the natives with a mat and buried them one by one. This is also the only thing they can do for these compatriots at present.

It should be noted that the work of wrapping the compatriots who died in the battle in mats and carrying them to the pit was performed by five rookies including Lao Ping, Lao Ma, Ban'er Zhuan, Onion, and Mi Yanmao.

In such a process, even Banerzhuan, who should be a veteran in the modern plane, or a rookie in Ah SIR, couldn't help but vomited twice while moving the rotting corpse.

The other four people, including Lao Ma, even vomited until their jaundice water was gone.

So when they completed the burial and started heading towards Surabaya City in the distance, the faces of these five unlucky guys were as pale as white paper.

Therefore, at this moment, these five rookies had no idea that they were about to embark on a legendary experience that would last them a lifetime...

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A group of forty-one people from Xuan Ge Camp, as well as several system war horses, entered the Surabaya City in East Java in the afterglow of the setting sun.

honestly! Before officially entering this city, they had a good impression of this city.

In the evening, the originally scorching sunshine became gentler; the smelly sea breeze blew on the body, making people feel very comfortable.

From the position beside the road, everywhere you look you can see golden rice undulating in the wind.

Or there are large areas of sugar cane forest, rubber forest, or even orchards dotted in the dense water network.

Durian, mangosteen, carambola, rambutan, lotus root, ginseng fruit, guava and other tropical fruits that are rare in Daqing can be seen everywhere here.

So much so that there is a hint of sweet fruity fragrance in the air.

Looking towards Surabaya City from a distance, there are a lot of low thatched huts of natives, dotted with many Chinese and Western-style buildings, which look very tropical.

Such a scene, even a small town is far less than a small county in the modern dimension.

But compared to the people of Daqing in everyone's memory, such a life of one meal and one meal is much better.

However, as everyone reached the outskirts of the city, their feelings immediately changed in a surprising way.

Because in their impression, in the city of Surabaya alone where tens of thousands or even more Chinese people live, they can't see many compatriots at all.

Even on the main road paved with asphalt, some shops on both sides look like they are opened by Chinese compatriots from the architectural style and shop signs.

But at this point, these shops were basically closed.

Only the pairs of eyes full of fear and panic that penetrated through the gaps in the wooden boards showed that there were still some compatriots hiding inside.

On both sides of the road that can accommodate two carriages running side by side, and under some shops.

On the contrary, there were many black and thin natives, holding parang knives in their hands, chewing raw betel nut, and their mouths full of blood.

Just like the situation that the imperial concubine and Yu Hanfeng encountered in the small village.

When they looked at the people who were all wearing green civilian clothes, and some even wore a bamboo hat on their heads, their eyes were indescribably cruel and cold, as if they were looking at a pile of dead things.

The fundamental reason why they didn't take action immediately was that there were still some Dutch colonial patrols on the street.

These lazy-looking guys wearing wooden helmets and old-fashioned uniforms stopped the natives from taking action immediately.

However, judging from the playful and greedy looks in these patrolmen's eyes, Hu Biao and the others couldn't help but feel a little thump in their hearts.

Because they have an intuition that the current city of Surabaya is a powder keg, and a spark can make these natives wave their butcher knives desperately.

Therefore, we must understand what happened in order to resolve this crisis for our local compatriots.

In terms of speed, it must be as fast as possible.

But while walking, everyone had gone a long way in the city without meeting a single compatriot, and there was no one to inquire about. How could they figure out the situation?

Just when Hu Biao was a little worried, the door of a hotel on the roadside was opened.

An old Chinese man in his fifties or sixties opened the door a little nervously, stuck his head out, and shouted in Mandarin with a strong Cantonese accent:

"What time has it been, and you are still running around outside, risking your lives? Come in quickly~"

After hearing this, although Hu Biao and the others were not afraid of the scene in front of them at all, the feeling of helping each other among compatriots made their hearts feel indescribably warm...

(End of this chapter)