Rebirth of the Flying Era

Early the next morning.

Du Fei woke up just after seven o'clock.

But he didn't wake up naturally, but was awakened by the commotion outside.

Get up from the bed, go to the window and look outside.

Windows in this era were not very soundproof, especially in tropical areas.

I saw a large group of people gathered on the street outside, probably several hundred.

Shouting, armed with sticks and machetes, and some with guns in their hands, they were surging toward Chinatown to the north.

Du Fei frowned.

The side effects of killing Padilla appeared last night.

This is their counterattack, tooth for tooth, eye for eye.

Du Fei turned away from the window and did not look down again.

He knew that many people were destined to die today.

I just don’t know if their blood can awaken the bloody nature of the Nanyang Chinese.

At the same time, in the Huang family's ancestral hall.

Everyone who could speak in the Huang family squeezed in. In a space of only a few dozen square meters, more than thirty people came in.

Most of the people were standing in the back, and only seven people were sitting on the official hat chair in the middle.

The old mahogany furniture has been here for who knows how many years, and a layer of patina has appeared on the armrests.

In the front of the ancestral hall, the ancestors are enshrined. In front of it is an Eight Immortals table and two chairs on the left and right.

There is only an old man in his sixties sitting on the right, who is the third uncle of the Huang family of this generation.

At this time, the third uncle's face was as dark as water, and he looked at the people below: "Who is it? Who did what happened last night?"

Everyone was silent.

They are also thinking about this issue.

It's just that some people are relieved, some are afraid, and some are complaining.

Seeing that no one responded, Third Uncle became even more angry. He slapped the table and said angrily: "What? Do you dare to do it? Do you dare to do it? If you stand up now, we still have to discuss it, otherwise..."

But before he could finish speaking, someone from below suddenly spoke very rudely: "What else? Push our own children out and give an explanation to those monkeys?"

The third uncle choked and said angrily: "Who is it? Stand up."

Everyone below also looked at each other, wondering who was so brave and dared to act wild in the ancestral hall.

At this time, a strong man with dark skin squeezed out of the crowd, it was Huang Debiao!

"De Biao!" The third uncle frowned. He didn't expect it to be him and felt a little worried.

Huang Debiao was the thorn in the family at first, but later he was sent to Zhonghua for training, hoping to sharpen his temperament.

Unexpectedly, I did behave a lot after I came back. I stood like a standing person and sat like a sitting person.

But there is a tiger energy in him that would rather break than bend.

I saw Huang Debiao walking out with his arms swinging, standing in the middle of the ancestral hall, raising his hands and making a fist: "Third uncle, I'm offended, but there are some things I won't be happy if I don't say them! You know the situation now better than anyone else. What happened to the gang this time?" The monkeys are determined to kill them all. If they use money to eliminate disasters, then no need to say anything, we will admit it, but this time they are clearly going to break the bones and suck out the marrow!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present started talking.

In fact, it’s not that everyone doesn’t understand this truth, they just hold on to a glimmer of hope.

Now that the window paper has been pierced by Huang Debiao, some people have to give up their illusions of self-deception.

The third uncle frowned, feeling that his authority was being challenged.

Slapping the table, Nu He said: "Huang Debiao, what are you going to do! What kind of place is this, you are allowed to run wild here! Get someone here."

As soon as he finished speaking, seven or eight people poured out from the left and right, all wearing uniform black pants and white shirts. They were all tall and strong, with stern faces.

The third uncle had long expected that today's meeting might be tough.

This is also his usual method, occupying the name of the master, and there are still people under his command.

One soft and one hard, firmly holding the power of the Huang family.

"Take down this evil obstacle for me!" The third uncle puffed his beard and glared, intending to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys.

The few people responded and surrounded Huang Debiao.

The other uncles did not expect that the situation would turn out like this.

Two of them were really unaware and wanted to dissuade them. They asked the third brother to calm down.

The other few people had a tacit understanding with the third uncle and chose to watch indifferently.

Seeing the opponent approaching, Huang Debiao was not afraid. He glared, reached out and pulled out a gun from his arms, raised his hand and shot at the roof, shouting: "I'll ride on the horse to see who dares!"

The thugs were stunned. They didn't expect Huang Debiao to bring a gun when he came to the ancestral hall.

The third uncle was also shocked by the gunfire, and immediately stood up and shouted: "Rebellion! Rebel! Huang Debiao, what are you going to do? Shoot in the ancestral hall and disturb the ancestors. You deserve death!"

Huang Debiao retorted angrily: "Don't mention your ancestors to me. If your ancestors are alive, they will be the first to kill you, you old immortal!"

The third uncle's hands trembled with anger: "What did you say!"

Huang Debiao shouted: "Don't think that no one knows about the dirty things you did. You colluded with Suharto and wanted to take the opportunity to embezzle the family property, right?"

The third uncle's expression changed, and fierce resentment flashed in his cloudy eyes.

Huang Debiao was not afraid and continued: "At this time, you don't want to unite with the outside world. Not only do you prevent us Huang family children from resisting, but you also conspire to rob the Chen family's refinery and plantation, right?"

The third uncle had just changed his color just now, but now he could no longer hold back and screamed: "You are spitting blood! Someone, someone! Huang Debiao is crazy, take it down, take it down!"

The thugs from those tribes approached again.

Although Huang Debiao had a gun in his hand, they did not believe that Huang Debiao dared to shoot and hurt people in the ancestral hall.

Seeing the bloody light can really disturb the ancestors, and the crime will be serious.

However, Huang Debiao was confident and stood motionless, instead he smiled.

Almost at the same time, hundreds of people rushed out from outside the ancestral hall and surrounded the crowd outside.

These people all wore green military uniforms and held Type 56 assault rifles purchased from Zhonghua. The three-edged military spurs hung on the muzzles of the guns, shining with a bright cold light.

The leader was none other than Huang Debiao's eldest brother, Huang Delu.

At this time, everyone in the ancestral hall could not sit still.

The third uncle's face turned pale. As soon as he saw this formation, he knew it was over.

Next to Huang Delu was a dejected and strapped-up young man, who was the son of his third uncle.

Huang Delu sneered: "Third uncle, you didn't expect it~"

"You...you~" said the third uncle, pointing at the Huang Delu brothers and saying in a trembling voice: "You are going to completely destroy the Huang family!"

"Destroy the Huang family?" Huang Delu said angrily: "I think you are the one who really wants to destroy the Huang family!"

Huang Debiao interrupted: "Brother, what nonsense are you talking to him about? Time is running out, so hurry up~"

Huang Delu nodded and waved his hand.

Several people rushed in immediately.

These people had all been to SJZ, and they didn't talk nonsense at all. With a gesture with their bayonets, they forced the thugs around the third uncle to retreat, and then two men came up, one on each side, to restrain the man.

The third uncle is quite old, so he is no match for the two older men.

"Third uncle, I have wronged you for the time being." Huang Delu waved his hand and asked people to take him away.

Then he stepped in and gave everyone in the ancestral hall a fist-cup: "Uncles and uncles, today's situation is special. Delu has offended him, but he must obey the authority. Today, my Huang family, and even the entire Nanyang Chinese people, have reached a time of life and death! We don't resist anymore. , can only sit back and wait for death, and eventually be killed..."

Under Huang Delu's impassioned speech and the "inspiration" of hundreds of Type 56 assault rifles.

The Huang family reached an unprecedented consensus.

While sending people to contact several other companies, they started mobilizing.

In the urban area of ​​Surabaya, as long as they are Chinese, all men between the ages of eighteen and fifty are required to use guns for self-protection.

At the same time, each household adopts the method of drawing one out of three to join the commando team directly under Huang Delu...

The Huang brothers had been fully prepared for a long time. After quickly controlling the situation, they immediately took action and organized the firing of guns.

No one is sure about this current situation.

With a gun in hand, at least in critical moments, someone can break into the house and shoot in self-defense.

Huang Delu immediately won huge support.

Even though it seemed easy for them to seize power, they actually caught the third uncle off guard.

Within the Huang family, there are many people who support the third uncle.

Especially the old-school conservative ones.

Just now in the ancestral hall, facing the muzzle of gun and bayonet, no one dared to speak.

Whoever takes the lead must be prepared to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys.

By the time the incident happened, Huang Delu had already fired his gun, winning over a wave of people's hearts and gaining momentum.

Coupled with the method of drawing one out of three, men from every household joined Huang Delu's commando team.

This step can be called the bottom line.

In addition, the third uncle's previous attitude of blindly suppressing internal affairs and making concessions externally had already made some people hold their breath in their hearts.

Just at this moment, a young man rushed in from outside, stood at attention in front of Huang Delu and saluted: "Report! A group of bombers coming from the direction of the monument, about three hundred people, are heading towards Chinatown."

Huang Delu frowned.

Huang Debiao laughed loudly: "It's a good time to come, just to give them a blow."

Huang Delu also nodded, but said more calmly: "De Biao, take a platoon, pay attention to the flanks, don't be reckless."

Huang Debiao said: "Brother, don't worry, if we can't even handle this small group of people, our training this year will be in vain."

After saying that, he rushed out of the ancestral hall like a gust of wind and shouted: "Those in the first row, follow me!"

Yesterday, Huang Delu rushed around to make contacts and finally gathered more than 100 people. He temporarily formed a company with four platoons and more than 130 people.

Although the first row that Huang Debiao took away was only about thirty people, it was well-equipped.

All 56 assault rifles, each person has three magazines, plus five grenades.

As for mortars, rocket launchers, etc., they are not used yet.

On the other side, Du Fei was trying to see what was going on with the two missiles.

But suddenly I heard "burst" gunshots coming from outside.

Du Fei said "Huh". This sound was too familiar to him. It was a Type 56 assault rifle.

I couldn't help but look out the window again.

But because of the angle, I couldn't see the specific situation.

He then opened his vision in sync with Xiao Hei and looked down from a high position.

Can't help but be slightly surprised.

I saw two cars blocking the road at the intersection of Chinatown.

Behind that, a dozen people were armed and shooting.

At the same time, four or five people were lying on the roofs on both sides of the street, forming crossfire with the ground from above.

The incoming blasters did not expect to encounter such a ferocious counterattack.

These people actually have little fighting ability, and calling them a mob is just to promote them.

The reason why they were like locusts in the past was just because the victims did not dare to resist, or they were alone.

Now when you meet someone organized, your true colors immediately show up.

As soon as the gunfire started, the person at the front was knocked down. The others were stunned for a few seconds and then knocked down again before they thought of running away.