"Hmm, hmm, hmm......"

Major General H. Ta Pulton listened to the adjutant's report and nodded, although what was happening was so bloody, it did not affect his appetite.

He was a young general, and in the First World War, he was a leisurely man with little danger. For him, a noble child, it was a proper trade. Especially in his opinion, Batavia, which is a good place for this person to come and go, is also a good place, but there is a little heat.

He turned his hair over his bare head and whispered to his staff lieutenant what he thought. The reason why he was quiet was because he was not alone at the table, and there was a woman he liked.

"No, I think they've gone a little too far, but it's not time for us to act. Order our troops to protect the edges of the areas inhabited by Europeans, pull up barbed wire, and neither the locals nor the Chinese will be allowed to enter! ”

Major General H. Tower Pulton, who was enjoying a fine lunch in the dining room of the Governor's Palace, was not surprised by the news. In the city of Batavia, both in China and among the locals, he has his own inside.

He was a governor with a very different approach from his predecessors, and he was not inclined to use the tactics of "local riots" to exert heavier pressure on the Chinese. However, the pressure from the country made him unable to disagree with this "local riot".

In the face of the wars of the European powers, the Dutch rubber, coffee, cinnamon, indigo oil, and other materials were all things that were needed in large quantities by the warring countries.

This requires the Dutch, Indo-Nissiye fertile land, to produce as many supplies as possible. The more the levy, the more discontent the lazy locals have, and what this emotion needs is venting.

"The strings are too tight, and sooner or later they will break!"

His broad head shone in the dining room light. As for his general's coat, it hung in the chair behind him. In Batavia, where Europeans were so accustomed to the weather, he preferred to wear only a thin silk shirt every day, regardless of his honor.

In his ears, listening to the adjutant report to him on the progress of the "local riot", he was satisfied that at least the Batavian chicken "Iron Wing Company" that laid golden eggs was not invaded by the locals.

Seriously, even if all the natives of Batavia were to die, it would be nothing to him as a governor, but this company can't have problems no matter what.

Speaking of this company, except for the coquettish belly dancer Marta. In addition to Harry, there is also their tax bill, which has exceeded that of Royal Dutch Shell in the Batavia oil-producing region.

What made him uncomfortable was that for some reason, the company used Chinese workers entirely. In addition, from the planting gardens of nearby locals, many Chinese among the contract workers were poached. This has taken a toll on Batavia's crop production, with rubber plantations, coffee plantations, rice and so on highlighting the problem of manpower.

So this time, give them some scare, and then make a move in two or three days, believing that there will be a better harvest at that time.

"I think I should make those proud Americans suffer too, treacherous Yankees! You have to send someone around to watch, and if the mob storms their factory, let me know in time! ”

He saw at once that two Chinese Americans were thinking of opening a factory here. In the seas of the entire European theater of war, only the strictly neutral Dutch merchant ships were allowed to move freely, and it was naturally easier for a Dutch arms company to do business with the Germans than an American company.

As for the local Chinese in the block, it has nothing to do with him, they are the easiest group of people to manage. As long as they are appeased a little after the riots, and especially a little sweetness is given to some of the leading people, they will be able to manage their China very well.

And this kind of thing had happened more than once in Batavia, so he quickly put it aside.

"Ladies and gentlemen, maybe we can have a drink together, and seriously, we have to thank God that he gave us the opportunity for the revival of Batavia!"

"Oh, General, are you talking about the Chinese of the Iron Wing Company?"

It was a beautiful young lady who spoke. Although her English has a strong London accent, the color of her skin suggests that she is not English.

Miss Elena was a correspondent for the BBC in London, and she had travelled from India to interview the head of Iron Wing, and she was very interested in his saga.

The fact that this young lady did not forget to perform her duty at such a good time at lunch made Major General H. Ta Pulton feel some plausible unpleasantness.

There is no other reason, but the mixed-race British girl in front of her is extremely charming. Her distinctly Indian roots made her eyes look purer and more charming than those of the British.

Her well-educated behaviour in England in particular made Major General H. Ta Pulton think that she was a girl who had somehow freed herself from her infatuation with Marta Harry.

With a hint of displeasure, he raised his glass. Sitting at the table were the commanders of the Batavian troops, the so-called speakers of the municipal councils, and their wives toasting in response.

In their European settlements, far away from the riots, they could not hear the cries that were not terrible, nor could they see the inhumane performances.

Lieutenant General H. Ta Pulton shook the cup in his hand, as if to greet some of the so-called high society figures of Batavia who had accompanied him to dinner, and he answered Miss Elena Belle's question.

"Look, dear miss, you are a very anxious girl, and I promise you will meet this Michael. Mr. Lang. But it's a pity that it's not now, because this venerable Mike. Mr. Lang is still in the United States, and as for when he will come back, no one can say for sure! ”

Miss Elena stopped talking, her long eyelashes drooping slightly, as if reminiscing about her mission. But she didn't speak again, and it wasn't until the celebratory clinking was over that she made her not-so-loud, but slightly magnetic voice sound again.

"No, Mr. Governor, I think you're mistaken! I'm not here to interview Mike. Lang, according to my assignment, I am going to interview a Chinese American named Tang Yunyang, who, as far as we know, is on his way back to Batavia. ”

Major General H. Ta Pulton was utterly unhappy, and probably no man would be happy to see that he was interested in a woman and was interested in another man, even if she had to do so for the sake of work.

"Yes, I also want to meet this Mr. Tang, what kind of character is he?"

Major General H. Ta Pulton did not know that it was probably God who heard him, because he would soon see Tang Yunyang. But what is worrying is what kind of reaction Tang Yunyang will have when he sees these things in Batavia?

In the clouds at an altitude of 3,000 meters, 60 kilometers northwest of Batavia, Tang Yunyang, who had just had lunch, was listening to music on the gramophone in the living room, and was drinking coffee. Man.

"Hey, 5 minutes have passed, and we haven't driven out of the cloud area yet!"

"Hey, what are you doing!"

This person, who had nothing to do, had just finished lunch, and was in a certain drowsy state at the moment. It's really unpleasant to be kicked every five minutes by others.

Mike. Lang struggled to lift up and lean back on the sofa, rubbing his eyes with his heavy head like a 50-kilogram bomb. Looking at Tang Yunyang's eyes, there was a look of eagerness.

"I said, brother, it's only now, can't you let me sleep a little longer, my god I'll sleep for five minutes, God, please save your child from the control of this demon!"

At this moment, the airship was sailing in the clouds, and they were not far from Batavia, and it was estimated that it would not be long before they arrived.

In the clouds, when Tang Yunyang really seemed bored, his favorite thing was to torture Mike. Man. As for the red baron Richthofen, he would not have touched this mold, and had already gone back to the hammock that he had specially set up in his cabin.

Mike. The old wolf twisted his neck for his own nap, and finally found him the man he had been looking for.

"I said, brother, look, our beautiful angel Jane, how lonely she is! Why don't you go and spend time with her, have you changed sex and started liking men? ”

At this time, the equally bored decoder Herbert. Oliver. With a cup of coffee, Yardre curiously leaned on the telescope fixed to the side of the porthole, though the lenses could not yet penetrate the heavy clouds.

But it is evident that the clouds are getting thinner and thinner.

With a "bang", the coffee cup in his hand fell to the deck at his feet. Oliver. Adrena's voice sounded slightly frightened.

"Oh my God, where are we?"

Tang Yunyang stood up and looked in that direction a little blankly.

Beyond the clouds, in the distant city, black plumes of smoke were rising all the way to the sky.

He walked to the telescope and was stunned by what he saw. Simple. Merlin watched his reaction and snatched the telescope from his hand.

After taking a look at this, she was so frightened that she almost fell to the ground with both hands. The beautiful island in Lang's mouth is actually like hell.

With blue eyes as beautiful as an angel, I can't believe what I see. The blood on his lips was gone, and he muttered in distraction.

"God, please punish these demons!"

"Wow......!"

Little Tang An was frightened by Tang Yunyang's angry anger and his mother's frightened and trembling body.

With his voice, the entire people on the airship immediately went into action.