1890 King of Southeast Asia

In the early morning, the sun just peeked out, and the warm and gentle autumn sunshine sprinkled on the earth.

The rice fields were full of rice, and in the rising sun, they emitted golden light. People appeared from the front and back of the house, ready to start a day's work. Everything was so peaceful and beautiful.

"Dad, the teacher said I can go to school in the city. The school opened by the British allows us to go to school." Sanjay said timidly to his father who was eating breakfast.

"No, Sanjay, you know, there are four younger brothers at home. If you go to school, we can't support them.

You are already an adult. The blacksmith shop in the town needs apprentices. You are so smart. I think you can try it. You can eat in the blacksmith shop in the future, and you can get three anna wages every month." Sanjay's mother interrupted.

Anna is the currency of India. One rupee is equal to sixteen anna, and one anna is equal to four paise. The one rupee silver coin with the head of Edward VII contains 11 grams of silver.

One rupee contains about one gram less silver than half a dollar. So one anana is about 32 coins. Three ananas are equivalent to 96 square-holed coins and 23 new copper coins.

"I'm sorry Sanjay, Fatima is already 14 years old, and the dowry has not been collected yet. The family really doesn't have extra money for you to go to the big city to study." The father was stunned for a moment, but still said.

"It doesn't matter, mom, dad, send me to the blacksmith shop, I will try to be an apprentice, and it will be good to be a blacksmith in the future." Sanjay was a little regretful, but this was the outcome he had expected.

Their family was not very poor, with more than ten acres of land, at least there was no problem with food, so he could go to school.

But there were seven children in the family, five sons and two daughters. After supporting the family and paying taxes, the remaining money was not enough to support him to go to the city to study.

He was just lucky. He envied those noble children who could study and become British colonial officials after graduation, and they would have both power and wealth.

Unlike the third-rate people like them, who have paid everything they can to barely get to where others started.

"Dad, I don't have to rush to get married. Let Sanjay go to school! He is very talented and may live in a big city in the future. Please." After hearing these words, sister Fatima ran out and said tremblingly but firmly.

The father was stunned again.

Dongdongdongdong...

A strange and unfamiliar sound sounded, but the father was still struggling about what to do.

"Ah..."

"My hand!"

"Monster! Monster!"

"Has the end of the world come? I wish to be a Kshatriya in my next life..."

The increasingly intense screams and discussions woke up Sanjay's family.

"What's wrong?" Fatima looked outside in confusion, and people kept passing by their door in panic.

"You all go into the house, Sanjay, follow me." The father reacted and said directly to his wife.

The wife took the children back to the house. Sanjay took a hatchet handed over by his father and followed his father who was holding a big knife to the door to observe.

The sound of "dong dong dong" was no longer continuous, but sometimes intermittent, coming from the back of the crowd, but the panicked people blocked Sanjay's sight and he couldn't see what was behind.

"Father, that sound is probably a gunshot." Sanjay said nervously.

"I have heard gunshots, but gunshots are not like this." The father shook his head.

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"It's not the matchlock gun like the village chief. The British have many powerful weapons. My senior is an official in Mumbai. He talked about a weapon that makes a dong dong sound, called a machine gun. I heard that this weapon is extremely powerful." Sanjay said nervously.

"That makes even less sense. The whole town pays taxes on time. We are not the crazy people in the north. No one is making trouble. There is no reason for the British to come here." The father stared at the crowd and saw an acquaintance, and pulled him over.

"Imran, what happened?" The father grabbed a thin man and asked.

"Devil, the devil is coming, run, Salman, it will be too late if you don't run now." The thin man struggled for a while, but couldn't get away, so he said.

"What devil?"

"So big, so tall, and can roar, with a gun on his body, a gun never seen before, running very fast, run, it will be too late if you don't run now."

"Gun? Is Sanjay right? Is it really the British?" Father Salman heard the gun and was distracted for a moment.

The thin Imran took advantage of Salman's distraction and burst out with unprecedented strength, broke free from Salman and ran away.

"Devil? Sanjay, go call your mother and brothers and sisters, let's run too." Sanjay left a word and walked towards the woodshed.

Their family's money was kept in a secret compartment in the basement under the woodshed. With this strict protection measure, the British or the noble Javanese searched several times but did not take away their family's real property.

"Mom, hurry up, Imran said the devil is coming, and Dad asked me to call you." Sanjay ran into the house.

"Devil?" The mother exclaimed.

"I guess it might be bandits or something else, but this is more terrifying, isn't it? Run quickly, no matter who it is, they won't stay here for long, we can come back at any time." Sanjay urged.

Sanjay's mother nodded, packed her things, and was delayed again until Sanjay's father came to urge them, and the family set off on the journey.

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"Enough, Mike, the people inside are dead. I never thought that there are still brave people in Hinduism." Lockhart sighed a little.

Boom, boom, boom...

"Enough, Mike, there are no living people inside, don't waste bullets!" Jimny frowned and looked at Mike.

Boom, boom, boom...

"Enough!" Lockhart pushed Jimny away, and the machine gun stopped.

"What's wrong with you? Mike, there are no living people there." Lockhart saw Jimny's face turn black and asked quickly.

"Lockhart? Lockhart!" Mike seemed to have just reacted and hugged Lockhart.

"Get out!" Lockhart slapped him.

"Lockhart, stop, Mike may have been scared by the shot just now." Jimny's face turned even darker, but seeing that Lockhart had shot, he just mocked him lightly.

"Just now, that bullet flew past my eyes. I swear, that whistling sound is the most terrifying sound I have ever heard in my life." Mike said weakly in a cold sweat.

They drove the armored vehicle into the town. The roads in the town were pretty good. The armored vehicle could run at a speed of more than ten kilometers per hour, and people could not outrun the armored vehicle at all.

After a burst of rampage, the armored vehicle approached the crowd. Jimny indifferently loaded the machine gun and pulled the trigger.

Accompanied by the unique gunshot of the Maxim heavy machine gun, the curious people were cut down like wheat.

The good times did not last long. Just a few minutes later, an old man with a white beard and a turban took out a matchlock and pulled the trigger at them.

The matchlock is a muzzle-loading smoothbore gun. Because of the homemade bullets used, the airtightness is very poor, and the bullet is irregular, it rushed towards the armored vehicle with Brownian motion.

Finally, it passed by Mike's eyes. Mike vaguely saw a shadow flying by, and heard a sharp and rapid whistling sound in his ears. He realized that he was almost dead, which made him lose his mind all of a sudden.

"This is a Sikh. No one said there are Sikhs here." Jimny didn't care what Mike said, looking at the old man lying on the ground with a turban.

Wearing a huge turban and a beard, this is the symbol of the minority Sikh religion in India.

"Go on, try to chase the enemy." Jimny glanced at Lockhart who wanted to explain, and said nothing.

On!

The engine roared, and the armored vehicle continued to move forward.

"Shoot at the houses on both sides." Jimny glanced at Mike and ordered.

Boom, boom, boom...

The gunshots rang again, and many people hiding at home were hit. Many people were hit, the wounded screamed, and the rest were frightened and screamed.

Ten minutes later, the armored vehicle caught up with the crowd, and Jimny operated the machine gun on the front of the car and fired at the crowd.

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Sanjay's family was also proud to see clearly what the "devil" was.

"Ah!"

"No! Mother!" A stray bullet pierced through the shoelace package of Sanjay's mother, shot in from the back, and shot out from the right chest.

"Sanjay, take your brothers and sisters and go first." Salman pulled his wife, who was breathing heavily in pain, and helped her run away.

Salman looked at Sanjay who was unwilling to run away, hesitated for a moment, took out a bag from his clothes, and stuffed it into Sanjay's arms.

"This is our family's savings and the keys to the house. Take your brothers and sisters and run away. Don't come back for the time being. I will catch up with my mother. If we get lost, we will gather at home later."

"Sanjay, take good care of your brothers and sisters. You are already an adult."

"Good father." Sanjay looked at his mother tremblingly.

"Take good care of your brothers and sisters. Sanjay is already a big child." The mother's lips trembled, and she finally uttered this sentence.

These things only took a few dozen seconds in total, but the armored vehicles had almost killed the people behind them.

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Looking at the children leaving, Sanjay's mother was relieved.

It's not that I stopped to say it! This plot is too stupid. Salman dragged his wife away.

"Puff!"

"Salman, take good care of the children. Promise me not to let anyone bully them." Sanjay's mother was afraid that her husband would treat the children badly after marrying a new wife.

She felt her strength was draining away, and it was getting harder and harder to breathe. She was already dying.

Salman glanced at his wife sadly.

"I answered..." Before Salman finished speaking, a bullet pierced his chest, perhaps hitting an artery, and blood sprayed nearly a meter high.

Salman fell to the ground, twitched for a while, and before his wife closed her eyes, he lost his breath.

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Jimny's massacre lasted until three o'clock in the afternoon.

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"Overall, the effect is very good, except that I don't know the defense." Jimny nodded with satisfaction.

"How about the photos?" Lockhart asked.

"OK." The last crew member raised the camera in his hand, which was the evidence of their "achievements".

"How far can we travel with the remaining fuel?" Jimny looked at the sky.

"More than 60 miles, depending on the road conditions. There is a British camp 13 miles away. I suggest going there. Maybe we can get supplies and wait for Bombay to send people over." Lockhart suggested.

"Leave 30 miles of fuel, and for the rest, light a fire and burn this place." Jimny nodded.

...

One kilometer away, Sanjay looked at the blazing flames in the distance, opened his mouth weakly, and finally sat on the ground weakly...