Chapter 303 The army is under pressure!

"It should be Jakarta ahead, husband." The heroic Shi Xianggu stood at the head of the third-class battleship, looked at the coast where the shape of the wharf and the outline of the castle had been exposed in front of her, and smiled at Liang Pengfei.

Liang Pengfei held Shi Xiang's hand and nodded: "Well, it must be Jakarta. Didn't you say you didn't see the earth-shaking fireworks last time? You can enjoy it today, but the scale is much smaller than that of Kendawangan, and it is during the day, so it won't be too spectacular.

Hearing Liang Pengfei's words, Shi Xianggu couldn't help smiling: "Husband really doesn't miss any chance to show his success, but are you sure that those natives will attack Jakarta according to your instructions?"

"Of course, well, you're wrong. They didn't follow my orders, but Mr. Pleasant, a senior employee of the British Empire East India Company. Am I right? Dear Mr. Pleasant." Liang Pengfei turned around and looked at the haggard British opium smuggler and senior employee of the East India Company not far behind him.

"Your Excellency, if the company knew that these things were related to me, I would definitely be sent to the gallows." Pleasant humbly saluted Liang Pengfei to show his respect for the oriental pirate and court boss, and complained in a low voice.

"Ha ha, you have to go back to the company before they send you to the gallows. I won't give them this opportunity, dear Mr. Pleasant. You and Mr. Ham are still of great value to me. So you don't have to worry about this problem. Liang Pengfei smiled and said, but the white teeth felt miserable no matter how they looked at it.

Seeing Liang Pengfei's smile, he knew that General Liang was cruel and ruthless, and he couldn't help shivering and his head lowered lower.

Ni Ming smiled and said, "Sir, please follow me to the last floor now. The scenery there is better, and it is easier for the Dutch in Jakarta to see your two. I just hope that the truth is as you said. Although there are not many Dutch people who know you, there are also many. If they can recognize your identity, it will be perfect.

"Of course, I can guarantee this." Pleasant said humbly, and his heart was extremely bitter, but could he and Ham not do what General Liang said?

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There is only one answer, no, because he and Ham have been entangled in a terrible and unbearable drug addiction. As long as they can be given two special cigarettes every day, not to mention selling the country and the interests of the East India Company, they will agree even if Liang Pengfei asks them to sell their wives and children.

"God, please forgive me, this poor sinner..." Thinking that he would never be able to escape the torture of that terrible drug, Pleasant's heart was broken. However, in exchange for that special cigarette, he could only and must follow Liang Pengfei's instructions.

Because the last time that guy in the ham refused the general's request, he roared like a madman in a small dark house all day and night. When he was released again, his miserable situation really made Pleasant dare not recall it again.

"Deserving of it!" Pan Bingjie looked at the backs of the two British and gritted her teeth fiercely. Pan Bingjie doesn't have a good impression on these British who use opium to poison their compatriots.

"If they commit sins, sooner or later they will be punished by God. They blame themselves." Maria is still a god, always talking about her god.

"Your God doesn't have such great power. It's my husband who punished them." Pan Bingjie turned around and looked at Mary, who was drawing a cross on her full chest. She looked at herself. She was jealous and hateful, and specially bit my husband's four words very hard.

"Dear Liang punishes them. This represents the will of God in Mingming. God uses his hand to punish these sinners." Maria immediately retorted.

"You, you... My husband is an oriental, and he doesn't believe in your Western gods. Why does your God have anything to do with my husband?" Pan Bingjie put her hands on her waist and pouted angrily.

"Liang, didn't you say that you are a believer in God?" Maria's water-blue eyes crossed and looked forward to her beloved. Liang Pengfei, who had a big head and two, rolled her eyes. She could only giggle and nodded and nodded her head. Next to her, Shi Xianggu covered her lips and smiled softly, with a good look at the play. As for Ni Ming, Zhang Xingba and others, they simply looked up at the sky, although They also wanted to laugh wildly, but they didn't have the courage, for fear of letting Master Liang seize the painful foot to revenge.

"Why did you say that when I asked you last time, you only believed in yourself and never believed in anything." Pan Bingjie stood in front of Liang Pengfei angrily, with a look of not asking for an explanation.

"Hey hey, in fact, what I mean by this is that I don't believe in those ancient strange gods, such as Allah, Shiva, and that... Oh, it's about to enter the shelling distance. Well, Xiao Bingjie will wait until the evening. For my husband, I will carefully study all kinds of gods in the world with you two. Spirit." Liang Pengfei pulled his fingers and quickly got into the topic of doing business, and drove the two girls who always looked wrong into the cabin. In the name of protection, he was actually afraid of these two little girls.

"Well, I use this trick every time." Pan Bingjie stared at Liang Pengfei dissatisfiedly, but still walked obediently towards the cabin. Maria walked to Liang Pengfei, and her slightly resentful eyes made Liang Pengfei squeeze out a smile hypocritically. Honey, be honest, and God will take care of you. Maria left such a sentence and walked into the cabin with her nun's demeanor.

"Why don't I just go to Brother Xinchun." Liang Pengfei looked at the backs of the two girls and was speechless.

"Brother Chun? What kind of person is it? Why does it sound strange? Shi Xianggu looked at Liang Pengfei with questioning eyes, and all the people of Zhou Tuan also raised their ears with a gossip expression.

"Brother Chun is a real man, a real man, beyond the existence of a female surname." Liang Pengfei subconsciously brought out the evaluation of Brother Chun before crossing.

"Beyond the existence of female surnames?" Shi Xianggu raised her eyes and looked at Liang Pengfei. The latter quickly explained again with a guilty heart: "Brother Chun is actually a mythical figure. It is said that it is difficult to distinguish between male and female. This is a strong god in the ancient mythology of Asan in India. It is said that if you believe in him, you can be resurrected in place."

"Blow it, resurrect in place? Isn't that more powerful than Jesus? Zhang Xingba touched his chin with an unbelievable face. At least he had learned a lot of Western languages and a little bit of Western mythology.

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Let's not mention these guys bragging and farts on the tall three-class battleship. At this time, Jakarta had already sounded the alarm bell, and the rapid bell hanging high on the bell tower echoed throughout Jakarta. When the enemy's alarm bell was heard, it was in the office of the governor's office. Gronin, the governor of the document, suddenly changed his face. It was the first time he had heard the alarm bell of the enemy attack since he became the governor of the colony. His first reaction was that the indigenous people seemed to be unable to help it.

But when he met Jakarta's current military commander, Lieutenant Colonel De Kohler of the Dutch Army, after listening to his report, Gronin felt that his heart almost jumped out of his chest and was almost nervous.

"You mean that all the warships of our Dutch colonial fleet are flying the banner of pirates? And it's outside the port?" Gronin, who was pale, hurried to the north gate of Jakarta in a carriage and asked De Kohler, who was in his carriage.

"Yes, Mr. Governor, almost all the warships of our Dutch colonial fleet are there. In addition to our Dutch warships, we have also found Spanish sailboats, French standard warships, and British three-mast warships. It can almost be said that there are several warships in every Western country. The size of this fleet is absolutely It's several times that of our colonial fleet. De Kohler's face was so worried that he almost squeezed out the water.

If the other party hadn't launched an attack immediately after it appeared, I'm afraid that the dock and port would have fallen into the hands of the opponent now. However, even if they still did not launch an attack, with the 2,000 Dutch soldiers in their hands and the 5,000 recruited recruits, they wanted to be in such a powerful fleet. Guarding Jakarta, which is facing the sea, is as difficult as Tade Kohler's return to the Netherlands from here.

He hurried to the north gate and boarded the head of the city, which was already full of nervous and heavily armed soldiers. Groning saw the fleet that almost squeezed the whole port. He couldn't help but round his eyes, and his big mouth was like the thirsty fish on the edge of the river. My God."

The layers of white sails, the tall giant ships, the black barreles sticking out of the ship, and several fast warships wandering arrogantly in the port to expel the fishing boats and merchant ships, making Gronin understand that this is definitely not an illusion, but a real one.

"Even in our Netherlands, such a large fleet is rare." Then the staff member who hurried here, old Van Persie, didn't even have time to wipe the sweat on his face, and couldn't help marveling.

"Mr. Governor, look, there! The British are from the British East India Company. At this time, De Kohler raised his telescope and shouted loudly. His hand pointed straight to the third-class battleship parked outside the port in front of him, with an extremely ugly expression.

(to be continued)