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Chapter 1789 The Humble Captive

At the moment when the British ships watched their friendly ships slowly sinking into the water in a daze, there were cheers from the ships of the White Iron Kingdom on the other side.

"Another ship is sunk, Curry really has you." Adams next to him was very excited.

But that black sailor, Kuli, rubbed the back of his head, grinned his big white teeth, and laughed along with him.

The sailors next to him came up and touched Curry's head one by one, but Curry slapped their hands away a little annoyed. His mother said, don't let others touch his head, he will become more and more stupid of.

"Don't touch Curry's head!" Adams roared angrily, but put his right hand on Curry's head.

Curry knocked off Adams's hand, and the boatswain Cook walked down the cabin, "Guys, you did a good job. There is another one that knocks them out. We can sleep peacefully this way. Those who were watching by the side Quails, don’t dare to stroke our beards anymore.” Cook, the bosun, encouraged.

"Obey!" Everyone responded one after another.

But the watchman above shouted: "Captain, they raised the white flag!"

Hearing the words, the chief mate turned his attention to Zeng Yunfeng's white chess.

When did the British become so cowardly that they only sank two ships. Is it necessary to raise a white flag?If Captain Chris on the opposite side knew what was in Zeng Yunfeng's mind, he would definitely scold him like hell. What do you mean there are only two ships, and they only have three ships in total.

"Since the white flag has been raised, prepare to accept surrender!" Zeng Yunfeng looked at the first officer beside him.

The first mate conveyed an order, "Give them a semaphore and tell them to lower their sails and anchor, we accept the surrender!"

The watchman was waving the flag excitedly on the watchtower. Captain Chris on the opposite side looked at the banner slogan in the distance with a telescope, his face was gloomy. Surrender is not a good thing for anyone, especially them. This ship was sent to explore the Trident.

They shouldered the mission and were the elite among the elite. Surrendering the White Iron Kingdom was indeed very disturbing in his heart, but firstly, Commodore Lawrence had given him authority, and secondly, seeing so many sailors on board, and being rescued by them one by one from the sea Chris couldn't say anything about the defeated soldiers who came up.

These sailors are eagerly waiting for their lives. If he is impulsive, their crew can only feed the fish in the sea.

This place is in the North Pacific Ocean, and there are no four sides to rely on. It is extremely rare to find an isolated island.

There are far fewer islands in the North Pacific than in the South Pacific. It is very difficult to find a few rescue ships when a ship sinks here.

Besides, Royer Smith has the habit of killing prisoners, so it is hard to guarantee that he will not kill all these sailors in a fit of anger.

However, the treatment of surrender will not be much better. The White Iron Kingdom's policy towards captives has always been very transparent. Even Captain Chris knows that it is nothing more than mining and bird droppings. Anyway, it is digging all kinds of resources everywhere. If you don't exhaust people to half-death and squeeze out all the value in your body, the White Iron Kingdom will never let people go.

Most of the captives who fought against the cruise fleet of the White Iron Kingdom were treated as above.

Chris thinks that he does not have the status and identity to ask the White Iron Kingdom to pay the ransom. In addition, his family is indeed not rich, and he has not inherited the title. He wants the Chris family to pay ransom to redeem him. It is possible. negligible.

At this moment, he was tangled in his heart.

"Captain, surrender! The other side is already raising flags. If you don't lower the sail and drop the anchor, they will fire!"

Chris closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Surrender!"

"Lower the sails and anchor!" Following Chris' weak words, the eyes of many sailors shone brightly, which was the desire for life.

The first officer looked at Zeng Yunfeng and said: "The ship has stopped, obviously it is ready to accept surrender."

Zeng Yunfeng nodded, "Cook!" the first officer shouted,
Cook was very happy at this time. He sank two ships and captured one ship. He had a great record and faced the battle head-on. He, the bosun, might be promoted to captain after returning. He was very happy in his heart. "Call me, mate!"

"You, go to that ship to accept the surrender, and bring their captain to us!"

Cook gave a military salute, and then the White Iron approached Chris's ship.

After reaching Chris's boat on the springboard, what Cook saw was a neat team, but Chris's boat was in chaos. They hadn't had time to sort it out. Some people were still injured, but they still stood in the ranks.

"Please accept our surrender!" Chris offered the saber at his waist with both hands, the boatswain Cook took the knife with one hand, pulled out the knife, glanced at it, and said in amazement, "It's a good knife, I accept your surrender !"

"I don't know what your identity is!" Although Chris surrendered, the arrogance was still not let go, and he was dissatisfied in his heart.

When it comes to the level of tactics, command, and quality of the soldiers, Chris thinks that they have not lost to the Iron Kingdom, but he just doesn't know why the situation between the two sides suddenly changed after the flowering belt came on the stage.

In Chris' view, this is extremely unfair, and he lost for no reason.

Even though the opponent was the White Iron, it aroused the morale of the British ships even higher, because if they could capture the White Iron, it would undoubtedly be a great achievement for them.

It's just that this idea has been ruined now, and they are the ones who are captured.

"I'm Cook, the captain of the White Iron. What, do you have anything to say?" Cook looked at Chris in front of him.

Chris took a deep breath, "I need someone who is my equal."

Cook, on the other hand, looked at Chris with a puzzled look on his face. If you surrender, you will surrender. There are so many things to be treated as equals.

"Please be sure to give us fair treatment. Although we are captives, I hope you can give us the corresponding respect!" When he said this, Chris clenched his left fist. This humiliation was unimaginable. Chris crossed the sea, and had never suffered such a humiliation. It was a shame to send a boatswain to accept their surrender.

Cook raised his eyebrows, "Oh, so you want to see our captain, no problem, you come with me now."

Chris tightened the clothes on his body, smoothed out the wrinkles on the clothes, straightened his hat, stepped on the springboard, and walked to the White Iron Hall.

Zeng Yunfeng was holding a cup of coffee at this moment, leaning on the railing and drinking it, indescribably leisurely and comfortable.

"The captain wants to see you!" Cook brought Chris to Zeng Yunfeng.

Zeng Yunfeng glanced at him, "What's your name?"

Chris stood up straight with his head held high, with a trace of displeasure on his face, and did not speak.

Cook scolded from the side: "You bastard, didn't you want to see the captain? What's your name? You're dumb!"

Cook has always placed Zeng Yunfeng's position very well in his heart. Whether he can be promoted to captain this time, Captain Royer Smith has a great say.

"Arthur Chris!" Chris replied blankly.

"Stinky farts, they are all captives!" Cook muttered to the side.

The first mate glared at him, "Whispering, what are you talking about?"

Cook immediately shut up, and Zeng Yunfeng put the coffee cup on the table.

"British soldiers are brave, but times have changed. You have lost, you have to admit it! Are you not convinced!"

"Your Excellency, is that Roy Smith?"

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