"Sir, the safe house is under attack and 'Clay' is dead!"
"What? What happened?!"
"Armored vehicles! Two Dutch-Indian tanks attacked the safe house, and it is said that there were also mortars."
After learning that the hideout where "Clay" was located had been raided, and summarizing the constant news that "the Javanese rebels had launched a rebellion", Director Glenda guessed the general story in an instant.
"Damn! Those Chinese! They are causing trouble!"
At this moment, he was both annoyed and regretful - if he had followed Agent Jonel's advice and gone to investigate the suspicious situation at the Katalin Hotel, could all of this have been avoided?
It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in the world. Now Glenda can only be grateful that this is the territory of the Dutch. Although he was very unlucky, the Dutch were the ones who suffered the most. Thinking of this, he felt a little more mentally balanced.
But he would eventually have to pay the price for his dereliction of duty, because Chai Guoyi was a bargaining chip in the exchange of captured agents from both sides soon after, but his good plan was ruined.
Now Glenda's mind is full of how to excuse herself, otherwise how can she do it if her promising future is ruined?
At the same time, Zhou Changfeng and his party had boarded a freight train and headed straight to Serang at the western end of Java Island.
Naturally, they couldn't have taken the car from the train station. Instead, they had the truck running parallel to the train, with both sides maintaining basically the same speed, and then jumping from the truck to the flatbed of the freight train.
Afterwards, the Batavia agent driving the truck would return on his own.
The freight train with hundreds of tank cars and flatbed cars moved very slowly. It was only a hundred kilometers from Batavia to Siren, but it kept running for nearly three hours.
In fact, due to the average efficiency of rule in the Dutch East Indies, if Zhou Changfeng and his party changed into casual clothes now, they could even go to Serang to find a restaurant to eat in a swaggering way, but obviously everyone is not so arrogant.
Therefore, after jumping off the slow train, the group of people rushed directly to the seaside, all the way to the meeting point scheduled by the intelligence office.
Everyone compared the map provided by the intelligence office with the local tourist map to find the target location, and it was not until noon that they connected.
Afterwards, they were led to a pier where one, one, one, and two speedboats were parked.
The two speedboats started up one after another, the roar of their engines sounded, and white waves appeared on the sea at the stern of the boats.
The blue sea, the blue sky, the line between sea and sky in the distance, the beautiful scenery of Nanyang is quite commendable, and being in it makes Zhou Changfeng feel a little lost.
Everyone headed all the way to the predetermined rendezvous point according to the magnetic compass, and continued to fire flares into the sky as they approached.
"Look, over there!" Shen Yu reacted the fastest.
I saw a yellow signal flare rising in the distance on the right, which was very conspicuous even at this noon.
Zhou Changfeng raised his telescope and looked around, and could vaguely see a slender submarine floating on the sea. There were several sailors standing on the control tower, and several people were standing by the deck guns. It seemed that they were ready for battle.
The two speedboats, one medium and one small, immediately turned around and sped up to get closer.
As we got closer, the faces of the sailors became clearer.
All of them were carefree, wearing only a vest or no hat.
For any branch of the military, this is a sign that the military is not in good shape and will have to be beaten by the superiors and have their names recorded by the military police, but submarine soldiers are an exception.
For this military branch with extremely high mortality and harsh service environment, special treatment in all aspects is almost inevitable.
On the deck, a cheerful-looking officer clasped his fists and said, "Are you Commander Zhou, who is leading the team? I am Ling Su, the acting captain of Li Xia Jia II."
"Yes." Zhou Changfeng nodded and said with a smile, "It's up to you to send us back this time."
"Okay, just be at ease, keep it and return home safely."
What makes Zhou Changfeng more curious is that the vests worn by these submarine soldiers have wide orange and white stripes?
The history of vests in China is very long, and can be traced back to the Han Dynasty. For the navy of the Later Ming Dynasty, they were actually accustomed to white vests, and it was only over 20 years ago that they adopted striped vests.
Striped shirts, also known as sea soul shirts, originated in the Brittany region of France in the early 19th century. The blue and white striped design is said to make it easier to spot sailors who accidentally fell into the sea.
Later, this practical and convenient blue and white striped navy uniform was also introduced into the British Royal Navy. Since then, it has been out of control and quickly became popular all over the world.
The Ming Army was rather slow in this regard, and it was not until twenty-six years ago that it decided to adopt a striped design. For example, the orange and white striped vests worn by these submarine soldiers are one of them.
Due to the special service environment and the darkness inside the submarine, all submariners use the design of wide orange and white stripes because it is more conspicuous. In contrast, only some people in other ship units wear such orange and white striped vests.
After everyone boarded the submarine, the two inconspicuous connectors cupped their hands and said, "Have a good trip."
Zhou Changfeng nodded and returned the greeting: "You should also pay attention to safety."
After a while, the Lisha Jia-2 submarine turned and headed north at a cruising speed of fourteen knots.
By that night, she was already more than 140 kilometers away from Java Island.
Although the Dutch East Indies authorities were secretive, the scandal of crotch pulling by the Dutch Indian army was still not concealed.
At least, Director Glenda at Site B learned many details that night and received a preliminary report.
At dusk, he called several of his subordinates, and Agent Jonel was also present.
"This is an extraordinary surprise attack! We underestimated the Chinese so much, it's unbelievable." Glenda used marvelous and unbelievable to express her views, which can be said to be a very high evaluation.
"Yes, sir, I can't imagine them daring to directly infiltrate the Dutch Indian Army's barracks."
"According to the investigation, four soldiers were assassinated in the Taddeo military camp at night, including three Javanese soldiers and a Dutch sergeant. They did not even have a chance to call for help."
"The three soldiers at the door of the armory were all killed by a poisonous crossbow bolt, which was extremely deadly. They died in a matter of seconds."
"The Dutch sergeant was killed by a strange technique. The knife was inserted from the lower part of the back of the head. In this way, the cerebellum was destroyed first, followed by the brain. The victim could not even move his fingers."
Everyone's comments made the atmosphere in the room very solemn, as if they had met a devil.
Director Glenda took a sip of coffee and said thoughtfully: "Compared with them, the team we sent to carry out the raid on the Nu River bridge looks very amateur... The Chinese actually have such a professional elite team."
"I think this kind of team is very useful, especially in times of war. They can carry out various surprise attack missions deep behind enemy lines." Agent Jonel said seriously: "This time is a good example. They gave us a lesson."
Glenda nodded thoughtfully, "We should learn lessons and maybe form this kind of professional elite team? I think we can write a detailed report and suggestions."
(End of chapter)
