The wind blows from the South Sea

Chapter 97 The Arrogance of the Governor-General’s Envoy

A colorful shed was quickly built on the pier. Under the colorful shed, Mr. Schneider, the special envoy from the Dutch Governor's Palace, met Feng Guohui in military uniform.

The special envoy, Mr. Schneider, looked very ugly, because there was only one chair under the colorful shed. Feng Guohui sat on the chair with a golden sword, surrounded by a circle of military officers.

He, the special envoy of the Governor's Mansion, did not receive preferential treatment, and his status was invisibly lowered.

"I protest. I am the extraordinary and plenipotentiary representative of the Governor-General of the East Indies by His Majesty the King's decree. I represent the supreme authority of the Governor-General. I should have a chair here."

"What you said makes sense, Mr. Schneider." Feng Guohui nodded gently, looking like he was easy to talk to, and ordered to the people around him; "China has always been a country of etiquette. We treat envoys from far away kindly and give him a chair." .”

"As you command, Your Majesty the Marshal."

The man quickly took out a small bamboo chair, the kind of small chair that the old man would often sit at the door to cool off in hot weather. It was about the same height as a small bench.

The small chair was placed opposite. The special envoy Mr. Schneider looked at the small bamboo chair in front of him and then at the tall Eight Immortals chair under Feng Guohui's butt. He was completely confused.

Hey, you did this on purpose, right?
Seeing the officers across from him with murderous intent in their eyes, Mr. Schneider wisely did not dwell on this issue.

As if to say;

Sitting on the bamboo chair, Mr. Schneider had to raise his head hard to see Feng Guohui, and he looked like a funny clown, trying hard to maintain his momentum, but at that moment he lost all his power.

He was saying the cruelest words, but he was sitting on the Xiaozhu chair with a sullen look, which made this ultimatum sound like a comedy.

Mr. Feng, what you and your organization have done is tantamount to riot and rebellion. It is an atrocity that no civilized royal government can tolerate.

Listening to the discussion of his own people, the special envoy Mr. Schneider's face turned blue with anger. He took the initiative to break the strange atmosphere and said seriously;

You must disarm yourself before the final crisis arrives, surrender unconditionally to the royal army with your hands tied behind your back, and pray for the mercy and forgiveness of the Governor-General.

"Stop it Walter, this isn't funny."

"Hell, that's not the chair I want. If I were to come, I'd rather stand and talk. It looks more normal."

You and your people wantonly burned, killed, and looted here, persecuted the white manor owners and their families, greedily occupied their property, and committed numerous crimes.

"Oh my God, Mr. Envoy looks like a taunted monkey. It looks so weird."

"I'd rather call it a circus clown, and maybe I could throw him a banana."

"Shut up, you idiot."

By the time he sat down, he regretted it.

This embarrassing situation made Royal Navy Lieutenant Kay Havertz, who followed the special envoy Mr. Snyder ashore, couldn't bear it anymore. He stepped forward and said solemnly;
"Mr. Feng, your arrogant behavior will cause more Chinese people to fall into extremely difficult situations.

Otherwise, once the Royal Dutch Army invades the territory, everything will be destroyed. There will be heads rolling and corpses everywhere. You need to make a wise decision. "

On behalf of the Governor-General and the powerful Royal Army, I issue you an ultimatum;

"Mr. Feng from the Nanyang Company, you should clearly know that the land under your feet is under the rule of the Government of the Kingdom of the Netherlands and the Governor-General of East India. We have irrefutable territorial sovereignty over this land.

My words are not alarmist. The Orientals will lose trust... which is precious to them, and suffer double revenge.

Not only the Nanyang officers, but also the white sailors of the Royal Netherlands Navy in the circle behind them couldn't help laughing when they saw this scene.

Feng Guohui did not answer him immediately. Instead, he sat on a chair and looked down upon the special envoy Mr. Schneider. The ridicule in his eyes was extremely obvious.

The brat performed well, let me continue with a few more lines to make me happy.

Wealth was plundered, women and children were made slaves, and they were hanged on the gallows.

The benevolence of the Governor's Mansion is limited to the docile and obedient citizens, and ruthless suppression will be carried out against the thugs.

Only by devoutly kneeling at the feet of white people, repenting of past sins, and begging for forgiveness can one be treated with mercy. "

These words were aggressive, and after the interpreter conveyed them truthfully, they immediately aroused the unanimous anger of the officers.

Hu Huhu, who was standing on the side, could no longer bear it any longer. His eyes burst out with anger and he stepped forward, pointed his finger at Lieutenant Kai Havertz's nose, and cursed loudly;
"Mother Pu'an, the ghost guy is so generous. If you can't tell me, can he still scare my liver?

Blow water to the sky, drink tea, can you continue to blow water?
I don’t tell you whether our Nanyang Army is powerful enough or how many ghosts there are. Just come and fight.

Come and kill one, come and kill a pair.

I, Hu Laohu, finished my words. There are tens of thousands of brothers in the Nanyang Company, and all the ghost-killing guys are vying for the first place, even if they let their horses fight.

Even if you frown, you are not a good man. "

"Good brother, just fucking the ghost guy like this is enough to cheer you up."

"What the hell, you really thought we were scared. We didn't say anything...just fuck them."

The interpreter translated the words back. Immediately, the expressions of the special envoy Mr. Schneider and Lieutenant Kai Havertz changed with anger. They both looked at Feng Guohui, who was sitting in the middle and had not spoken yet.

Feng Guohui simply turned around, looked at the angry officers around him, spread his hands and said;
"My brothers in the Nanyang Army are united and what they say is what I want to say to you.

One more thing

Who gave you the courage to talk nonsense on my territory?

Surabaya City and even the entire East Java area is the territory of our Nanyang Army and will not be subject to anyone's control, including your bullshit Governor's Palace, which is worthless in my eyes. As for those Chinese who you threaten to accuse, if you are willing to do it, just do it.

When the entire East Indies is on fire, it will be the day when white colonial rule is completely ended.

Either die in silence or explode in silence. I look forward to that day coming as soon as possible. "

Feng Guohui's answer was sonorous and powerful, causing the officers around him to scream loudly, and the atmosphere immediately became heated.

Special Envoy Schneider could no longer sit still. He stood up suddenly, turned back and pointed at several cargo ships on the dock and said;

"Mr. Feng, I hope you can understand that the powerful guns of the Royal Fleet are by no means a powerful existence that you rabble can withstand.

If the Royal Navy wanted to, these cargo ships would be blown to pieces in a matter of minutes.

when necessary

The Royal Navy will not be stingy in showing off its powerful power. Maybe this will make you sober and know that ants can never compete with lions..."

A white officer who came ashore with Special Envoy Schneider took out his flag and waved it back a few times, presumably to convey some secret signal.

This was a method of showing force agreed in advance between the commander of the Royal Fleet, Colonel Sluter-Meier, and Special Envoy Schneider.

That is to attack several sail cargo ships in the bay, destroy them with artillery fire, and use ferocious firepower to open the eyes of these bumpkins of the Nanyang Army and force them to submit.

The Dutch warship anchored in the bay received the signal and immediately began to lower the anchor and raise the sail.

Slowly turn the hull, open the gun doors, and prepare to launch a ferocious bombardment on the sail cargo ship in the bay, tearing it into pieces with gunfire.

The dexterous rigging operator climbed up the tall mast as nimbly as a monkey, untied the sails tied to the ropes on the crossbar one by one, and the huge sail hung down with a clatter.

Several sailors at the bow of the ship were vigorously twisting the winch cable, and the anchor cable put into the sea was quickly retracted, causing the ship's hull to deflect in the bay...

The gun doors were opened one after another, revealing the terrifying black muzzles.

The atmosphere in the bay followed the movements of the sail warship, and infinite murderous intent filled the air in an instant, sending a shiver of chill down people's backs.

Faced with this situation, the Nanyang Army seemed unable to cope.

Feng Guohui snorted with a stern expression, and ordered Fan Dali, the commander of the personal army beside him;

"Since the ghost guys are showing off our muscles, children, don't be idle. Bring out our big dishes and show these servants. Our Nanyang Army is not intimidated."

"As you command, Your Majesty the Marshal."

Fan Dali clasped his fists and replied, then turned around and waved his hand to give the order.

I saw two trumpeters rushing out from the pro-barracks team behind them. They picked up the conch trumpet in their hands and started blowing "wuwu".

The shrill sound of trumpets instantly spread over the bay, and soldiers worked together to launch more than twenty field artillery pieces from the tall Seven-Star Fortress.

The black muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at the Dutch warship in the bay, and then he quickly began to clean the gun bore, load black powder and shells, and prepare for a fierce bombardment.

This incident made Colonel Sluter-Meier so frightened that his hands shook and he almost dropped the brass single-tube telescope in his hand and fell into the sea. His face instantly turned pale.

What are you afraid of?
It's over now. If you don't show off, you will be beaten all over the head, which may cause a big accident.

Colonel Sluter-Meier's worry was not without reason. As an experienced naval officer, he knew that the gun firepower of the two sailing battleships in the bay could not pose the slightest threat to the artillery on the fortress.

Let’s not talk about the lower 32-pound artillery. It is only more than three meters high from the sea. It will never be able to hit the coastal fortress more than 60 meters high, let alone more than 270 meters high.

That's not a naval gun, but a mortar.

The start-up speed of the sail warship is very slow. The series of actions of retracting the anchor in the sea and lowering the sail cannot be completed in less than half an hour.

During this period, it is a living target at sea.

Some people say, why not take back the anchor in the sea beforehand?

Actually this is not possible.

Because the sail warship is anchored in the strait, it resists the influence of currents and wind directions.

Once the anchor is retracted, the unpowered sail warship will be pushed towards the shoals of the bay by the sea wind and ocean currents.

If it runs aground, it's really doomed. Without a strong tide, it won't be possible to get out.

If the tide is low, it will be even worse. The entire battleship will lie on its side on the beach, and the entire hull structure will be damaged, which may cause the ship's plates to break and water to enter.

The same principle applies to sails. After mooring, the sails of all sizes must be furled.

Otherwise, under the instigation of the sea wind, the sail will produce strong drag force, and the anchor will not be able to hook the seabed mud, which will cause the danger of anchor failure.

It is possible for the sail warship to hit a reef or run aground on the coast. In either case, it will be an unbearable burden.

Seeing dozens of black gun muzzles appear on the fortress, Colonel Slut-Meier's heart seemed to sink into the abyss, and then his body began to tremble involuntarily.

Too careless, too careless. I always think that these bumpkins can't master sharp weapons like artillery. Arrogance kills people!
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