Chapter 521: The Poison Master Attacks Again
Chapter 521: The Poison Master Attacks Again
"Crack!"
With a loud thunder, heavy rain came down.
Batavia, a typical tropical city, has an average of 131 rainy days per year. It is normal for it to rain, and it is abnormal if it does not rain.
But when it rained after the house collapsed, it was quite abnormal for the people.
September 9 was the fifth day after the eruption of Karkhatoa. Batavia was quite close to the volcano and the situation was extremely miserable.
Primary school teacher Ladan Sokrodi was leading a group of indigenous people in burying the bodies of the victims.
"Guys, don't be lazy. If you don't bury them, a massive plague will break out and everyone will die."
His fellow tribesmen were too lazy. As one of the few educated indigenous people, Sokorodi had no choice but to learn from the Dutch plantation owners, leading people with whips and driving them to do things.
"We slept on the street in the rain for five days. Many people got sick. We really didn't have the energy to do anything."
"The Tang people were rich, and their houses were sturdy, so few collapsed in the disaster. Their four temples were even more sturdy, and they took in the few Tang people whose houses collapsed. Not a single one of them had to sleep on the streets, which is really enviable."
Sokrodi shook his head and sighed. Not only did they have a sturdy temple, but Li Zifeng, the mayor of Huaren Mansion, was also the leader of the Tiandihui.
The Tiandihui is a tight-knit organization. Once a disaster occurs, they immediately organize manpower to rescue themselves and act quickly. Their situation is far better than our own, a group of scattered sand.
"Mayao" is the transliteration of the Dutch word "Major". Of course, it does not refer to a soldier here, but the official title of the Chinese leader appointed by the Dutch colonists.
The leader of the Chinese community used to be called Kapitan, but now it is called Mayao, which is almost the same thing.
In Dutch Southeast Asia, there were one million Chinese. Of course, they called themselves "Tang people" and were very united under the connection of the Tiandihui.
The Tang people built four temples in Batavia: Guanyin Pavilion, Wanjie Temple, Anxu Temple and Xuantian Shangdi Temple. The first two are dedicated to Guanyin Bodhisattva, and the latter two are dedicated to Tudigong and Zhenwu Emperor.
At present, the Tang people whose houses collapsed have all entered the temple to avoid disaster, and even moved their property away. The Tiandihui organized people to patrol around the temple, so it is very safe.
"Should we organize some people and rob the Tang people's house to live in?"
Erlangzi's proposal was immediately rejected. "Go to hell. Even though we have more people, can we defeat the Tiandihui? Their guards have guns."
"What about Ma Hualong Ahhun? Wasn't he killed by the Daxia people?"
Sokrodi smiled bitterly and shook his head. He did not scold his fellow tribesman who had evil thoughts, because he knew that he was just talking nonsense.
If the Tang people could rob, Sokrodi would not object, but... now is not the Qing Dynasty. The incident of Hongxi flowing with blood 140 years ago is impossible to happen again.
How did Borneo get lost? The Red Hair Lady trembled when she saw the people of Daxia. Who dares to provoke the current number one superpower?
If anyone dared to rob the Tang people, the red-haired soldiers would have to deal with such fools first without Daxia taking action. If Marshal Shao sent troops to "protect the overseas Chinese", the only colony of the red-haired devils might be lost like Lan Fang.
"I will go to the colonial authorities and ask them for disaster relief."
Half an hour later, Sokolodi came back, looking disappointed.
The red-haired devils still don't treat the natives as human beings. The mansions of the red-haired masters are being cleaned and repaired, and the red-haired soldiers' barracks have not yet been arranged. How can they organize manpower to solve the housing problem of the natives?
Besides, they didn't have any extra tents, and all the ships were destroyed in the storm, so it was unclear when the supplies from outside would arrive.
I don’t know what the situation is like for my fellow clansmen in the country estates. They should at least have some food in stock, but there is not much food left in the city.
Looking at the miserable fellow tribesmen, Sokrodi sighed and asked, “What should we do?”
"Here comes the ship! Here comes the ship!"
How is it possible? In a storm of this magnitude, with waves reaching 41 meters high, it is impossible for ships within a radius of thousands of miles to sail.
Sokrodi looked in the direction everyone pointed, and saw a ship coming.
The tops of masts appeared on the northern horizon and approached rapidly. As the ships approached rapidly, the rain miraculously stopped and the sun came out.
However, the sun is now blue, which is really weird - that is the effect of being obscured by volcanic ash floating in the sky.
However, when he saw the flag flying on the ship, Sokrodi was disappointed again. This was a Daxia ship, no wonder it was sailing so fast. The black smoke was caused by heavy oil.
The relief ship from Daxia has arrived, but it is also to save the Tang people, and will not care about us...
"Go away!"
Sokrodi and his companions were roughly pushed aside, and two hundred Dutch soldiers quickly lined up in the ruined port.
In the back, Governor Frederick Jacob looked solemnly at the approaching Daxia warships. They were all warships, and there were so many of them...
Four thousand-ton destroyers, namely Hailong, Haiqing, Haihua and Haixi, broke through the waves and quickly docked at the port.
A battalion of new army soldiers ran off the ship, wearing helmets and holding M18 submachine guns, and quickly took control of the port.
A short, fat but imposing young officer slowly stepped off the boat.
Governor Jacob came forward and said, "General, you——"
The officer saluted the Governor-General and said, "I, Yuan Rong'an, the commander of the Lanfang Garrison of the Great Xia, pay my respects to the Governor-General. I am here to provide emergency assistance under your orders."
The Governor felt relieved. "Are you here to help with disaster relief?"
"We are here because of the long-standing Dutch-Chinese friendship. The fleet set out from Zhanjiang, sailing day and night without stopping, regardless of the cost, and arrived in Batavia in three days, just to rescue the disaster here."
"The first batch of ships to arrive are destroyers and new gas turbine military transport ships, and there will be more assistance in the future."
"Thank you for coming to our aid, General. Please come to the Concord Hall. We will hold a reception to welcome you."
"No, I am now the temporary commander of disaster relief and must start working immediately."
Several transport ships began to dock, and large quantities of tents, rice, and canned food were continuously unloaded from the ships.
Yuan Rong'an had considerable management experience. In addition to contacting the Red-Haired Governor, he also immediately found the Tang people's Mayao, the natives' Ahun, and "native wise men" such as Soklodi.
What surprised the natives was that not only the red-haired devils and the Tang people got some relief supplies, but even the natives got some.
The red-haired devils got canned luncheon meat, and the Tang people got rice and bacon. These were all military supplies of the Huai Army and were loaded onto ships the fastest.
All those tents were given to the natives, who even had hard compressed biscuits to eat, which were sold to British soldiers during the European War. Too many were produced, and they were not shipped over in time after the war ended.
Subsequent ships continued to arrive and large-scale disaster relief efforts began.
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Hailing, Qiao Garden, two-part bamboo house.
"Report, Zhang Zhidong wants to see you."
Huh? He's here? Shao Quanzhong strode out to greet him, "Xiaoda is a busy man, how come you have time to come here?"
Zhang Zhidong smiled and said, "I heard that Marshal, in addition to sending people to help with the disaster, you also sent Zeng Xiaoyi to take the red-haired Irish military supervisor to Batavia. Are you planning to annex Southeast Asia?"
"What? Is there a problem?"
"Marshal, this is absolutely not allowed. Please recall Zeng Xiaoyi immediately."
(End of this chapter)