Chapter 133 Liang Pengfei's vows in his previous life!
"The gunfire is really beautiful in the night, but it reminds me of a famous poem, the fire tree and silver flower never sleeps..." Young Master Liang just hummed and farted directly. After holding it for a long time, he was in a hurry to pee. He couldn't remember what the next sentence was. I said..." Master Liang scolded angrily.
Beside him, the black-lined Chen county magistrate wanted to speak, but he was afraid of losing the interest of Master Liang, an amateur poet, so he had to make a fortune in a muffled voice, pretending that he didn't hear it.
Fortunately, there was a Chen county magistrate standing beside him, and the aftertaste of the gunfire was still rumbling in his ears, otherwise Master Liang would have lost face again.
After two dry coughs, Liang Pengfei raised his arm. All the cannons stopped shooting in an instant as if they had received new instructions. The two armed merchant ships trapped dozens of yards away from the dock were tattered like ghost ships in Western legends. The sails were holes everywhere, and the hull was like The honeycomb is average.
"Give the order, shout to me, put down your weapons, and surrender immediately. Within a quarter of an hour, if I don't raise a white flag, I will sink all the ships and kill all the barbarians." Liang Pengfei's order was quickly implemented, and dozens of soldiers who knew foreign languages then shouted loudly. Their voices were neat and loud, like the Yellow River chorus, full of momentum and fighting spirit in the smoke of the artillery.
At the same time, the same persuasion sounded on the three armed merchant ships that had been moored in the vicinity of the coast.
Looking at the more than 20 Qing warships that opened all the gun windows and pushed out the artillery. The gloomy black muzzle was in the moonlight, Shirka was trembling as if he had malaria.
"Quickly, let people raise the white flag, we surrender, we surrender!" Shirka is not a brave warrior. Although he occasionally made a guest appearance as a pirate once or two after seeing some lonely merchant ships at sea, he is still just a businessman. Greed can let them insuke and buy others for greater benefits for them, and cowardice also makes them afraid of being stronger than them. Big, more barbaric forces.
"I said, I actually surrendered?" Wu Qianjin saw the white flag rising quickly on the mast, and his eyes were full of gold stars. The boiling blood behind him was about to enter the battle. He drank the enemy's blood and harvested the living companions. After seeing the white flag, the sad and angry expression was like a group of people who had just been tortured. The released violent prisoners rushed to the court opposite the prison in groups and were ready to vent vigorously. As a result, when they arrived at the door, they saw a notice of a day off on Women's Day on March 8th.
"Damn it, I wouldn't have shouted if I had known it. These guys are softer than women. Wu Qian scratched hard and split the blood-drinking sword against the wind. Order the brothers, get ready to board the ship, remember the young master's order, and all those who resist will be killed on the spot!"
"Yes!" The plagiarists on the twenty ships roared in unison, like thunder, shaking the night sky and the waves. In sharp contrast to those British who are in a hurry and don't know what their fate will be like, and their hearts are full of fear and aptomies.
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The sky has gradually lit up. The moon seems to have dissipated the light borrowed from the sun and shyly disappeared into the surface of the water. Although the morning sun has not yet risen, it has begun to show light. In the distance, the seabirds are flying in a hurry and begin to rush for a new day. Get up, the green trees on the beach, twisting the rhythmic dance in the sea breeze.
On the simple dock, a large group of people were trying to carry all the goods on the five armed merchant ships on the coast. The boxes of wooden boxes with the logo of the British East India Company were placed on a high ground on the beach, neatly sized.
Squeak... A wooden box of opium was sled off by Liang Pengfei with a sharp knife, revealing the weeds in the lining. When the weeds were pulled out, you could see a ball of cooked opium wrapped in cloth. Seeing these things, Liang Pengfei's hand holding the dagger was tight again, so tight that his fingertips turned white.
"This is opium!" Liang Pengfei smiled coldly, turned his head, and looked at the more than 200 British who had their hands tied and knelt on the beach. His eyes were as cold as the roaring wind on the Himalayas, as if they could freeze people's souls.
"Are you a port merchant who is engaged in Qingguo trade for the British East India Company?" Liang Pengfei went to his knees and fell to the ground. His hands were tied in front of Shilka behind him, showing a kind expression and reaching out and patting Shirka's face.
"Your Excellency, I am a citizen of the British Empire. You can't do this. Do you know that if you violate international trade law so much and detain legitimate traders, you will be punished." Shilka raised her face. She didn't know where her coat was thrown. Her white shirt was also wrapped in mud. Her fat figure was like a pig about to be slaughtered. The gray eyes flashed, full of shame and unwillingness, and the pair of Qing soldiers with live ammunition behind Liang Pengfei. Fear.
"Well, it's better than singing. Dear Mr. Shilka, you said that you are a businessman engaged in legitimate trade, so why don't you go to Guangzhou, which is the port of our Qing Dynasty's foreign trade. If you don't trade there, you run to my territory in the middle of the night. What's the purpose?" Liang Pengfei smiled, took the pony handed over by Bai Shusheng, and sat directly opposite Shaka. Behind him, the British looked at Liang Pengfei with hatred and fear. They also saw that Liang Pengfei, dressed in the official robe of the Qing Dynasty, should be the master here.
"That's because our ship deviated from the channel and saw firelight here, so we decided to come over and dock first and wait until dawn before leaving." Shierka didn't expect that Liang Pengfei, the Qing official who arrested them, would be so happy. The businessman's mind suddenly became flexible: "Dear General, we are legitimate businessmen with trade documents. If you release us now, it will avoid an international dispute."
"International disputes?!" Liang Pengfei couldn't help laughing wildly: "I say that his grandmother's international disputes, I just like to create international disputes."
Hearing this, Sherka felt that the former young military officer of the Qing Dynasty seemed to be an un learned fool, and actually liked to create international disputes. It seems that although this stupid Qing Dynasty knows French, he doesn't understand the meaning of our Westerner's vocabulary.
"Your Excellency, we have unloaded all the goods and finished the inventory. There are a total of 3,523 boxes, and some opium scattered by the boxes were broken by artillery. I'm afraid there are thousands of catties, and some have sunk into the sea." Wu Liangxing hurried to Liang Pengfei and reported the smuggled goods he had harvested.
"How can there be so many?" Liang Pengfei couldn't help jumping his eyelids. One hundred catties per box, more than 3,500 boxes, that is 350,000 jin. According to your grandmother's, even if it is eaten as a meal, it will cost about 300,000 people per catty.
"Young master, in the tobacco hall in Guangzhou, there are one or two taels of opium, but it is silver worth one, two or five yuan. Even if it is sold on a catty, I'm afraid it is definitely no less than ten taels of silver per catty." Bai Shusheng said beside Liang Pengfei.
The eyes of the Chen county magistrate standing behind Liang Pengfei almost protruded out of his eyes: "My God, a catty of opium is ten taels of silver, isn't it more than three million taels of silver here?"
"more than three million taels of silver? How come you don't count how many lives it takes?!" Liang Pengfei's eyes glanced at the county magistrate coldly, and his voice was so cold that he was afraid of people. The county magistrate Chen quickly lowered his head: "Your excellency, it's a lesson, subordinate..."
Liang Pengfei withdrew his eyes and fell on Sherka. Mr. Shilka, you said that you are a serious businessman, do you know that according to my law of the Qing Dynasty, all opium smugglers are hanged.
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"We didn't smuggle. I just passed by the waters of your country. I can swear to God, General." Shirka saw the murderous intent and coldness overflowing behind Liang Pengfei's smiling face, and couldn't help shouting loudly. His face, which had had been bumpy, was twisted and distorted with fear.
He never thought that he would die in the East, let alone at the hands of officials in this country who had always been despised by him.
"Are you sure?" Liang Pengfei leaned on his side and stared at Shirka's eyes seriously and asked again.
"I'm sure, I'm sure, my dear general, I can swear in the name of my grandmother that I'm really just passing through the territory and sea of your country." It's like a drowning person seeing a hanging thing, whether it's a wooden stick full of spikes or a rope, trying to catch it desperately. Anyway, it's better to kill it first.
"So that's it. If you had said it earlier, Mr. Shilka, untie this Mr. Shirka." Liang Pengfei patted Shilka on the shoulder and said to Bai Shusheng standing beside him.
Bai Shusheng suddenly didn't react and looked at his young master stupidly. Not to mention him, Wu Liang and the Chen county magistrate were as if they were hit by thunder and lightning. They looked at Master Liang stupidly.
"What are you looking at? Why don't you untie this Mr. Shilka?" Liang Pengfei stared at each other and said evilly.
Bai Shusheng rolled his eyes and nodded. He stepped forward, kicked the Sherka to the ground, and then pulled out the short knife around his waist and cut the rope. The dog said, it's your luck. My young master is in a good mood today.
"Thank you very much for your kindness. Can you release all my men?" Shierka grinned and rubbed the bruise on his wrist. After being sure that he was really in danger of his life, he took a long breath and made his request to Liang Pengfei.
"All right, scholar, let people untie all their people." Liang Pengfei tilted his head. Soon, these British were surprised to find that they had gained the freedom of their hands and feet. The fear on their faces finally dissipated, replaced by the excitement and pride of the rest of their lives after the disaster.
At this time, Liang Pengfei seemed to remember something. He picked up a short fire from the side, pulled the trigger, and staggered to Shierka. He whispered and said kindly, "Mr. Shirka, do you know? Before I crossed into this world, I had made a vow to the Opium War Memorial..."
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(to be continued)