Chapter 313 Caopu Street surrender ceremony!

Through the window glass, Groning looked at the dock to see who was the leader of these brave Chinese soldiers. At this time, although the sun still did not appear, the sky had begun to disperse the dark curtain and became clear.

Gronin frowned slightly, and his eyes fell on a young man on the dock. Young, tall and upright, even if he leans lazily on a dock mast at this moment, he is full of brave and experienced battlefield warriors. But everyone will look at him at the first sight. He is like a lion king resting on the big meadow. His tongue licks the blood of the prey at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes are scattered and dangerously at the fat lamb down the slope.

"Is he Liang Pengfei?" Gronin pointed in that direction with some uncertainity and asked Van Persie, who was sitting next to him. That's right, it's him." Van Persie must have nodded.

"The old and vicious guy who does things is so young... It's really unbelievable." Gronin sighed deeply. Although he was still sad for the thousands of Dutch soldiers who died and the misery in Jakarta, he could do nothing about the culprit in front of him.

At this time, a hand was on his big hand clenched into a fist. Mr. Governor, please think of the nearly 100,000 Dutch living in the Southern Ocean. Old Van Persie's voice sounded in his ear.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything stupid. After all, my family is also here." Gronin raised his head and nodded gratefully to old Van Persie.

"They are coming." Sun Shijie tried his best to straighten up. I don't know why, at this moment, Sun Shijie felt like a student who was about to stand up and recite the text in front of his teachers and classmates. Very nervous and excited. He glanced at Ni Ming beside him with the corners of his eyes and found that Ni Ming's expression was not much better than his own. His mouth was tightly squeezed, and his eyes were wide open, as if he was afraid of missing any detail.

"Dear Your Excellency the Head of State, I am the Marquis of Gronin, the Governor of the Dutch Colony, to greet you." He jumped out of the carriage, took care of the clean robe that had been changed on his body, and walked a few steps away from Liang Pengfei. The Marquis of Gronin, the governor of the Dutch colony, humbly bent down to Liang Pengfei.

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"Marquis Gronin, I also pay tribute to you. I don't know if Mr. Van Percy has relayed all my requests to you." Liang Pengfei stretched out his hand and opened the white scholar who was on guard, and walked to Groning. With his hands on his side, he looked proudly at the Nanyang earth emperor who used to call for wind and rain in Nanyang.

"Of course, Mr. Van Persie has told me all your conditions one by one, and I am here to lose my sincerity to you and agree to all your conditions." Groning's fists were clenched to the white of his fingertips, but his tone was particularly respectful, as if standing in front of him was not only a Chinese pirate, but the high king of their Kingdom of the Netherlands.

Hearing his answer, some of the generals behind Liang Pengfei couldn't help cheering, and Sun Shijie gritted his teeth and waved his fist in his hand, which was extremely excited.

The corners of Liang Pengfei's mouth were slightly bent, and his smile gradually rippled: "In that case, I'm relieved that the Jakarta city gate has not been settled yet. Well, I'll give you two days. Two days later, I, Liang Pengfei, the head of the Chinese Federation, will accept your sincerity in Caopu Street."

"What?!" Groning couldn't help raising his head, with an indescribable humiliation and anger on his face. Caopu Street, which is a slum in the minds of the Dutch people in Jakarta, is synonymous with dirty and lowly. The Chinese there only deserve to be livestock in exchange for poor, living rations or coins.

And now, the smiling Chinese pirate in front of him is going to hold a surrender ceremony on Caopu Street, which is definitely a naked provocation and humiliation, and a humiliation to the Kingdom of the Netherlands.

Liang Pengfei turned a blind eye to Groning's ferocious expression. He just raised his head and looked to the east, and the smile on his face gradually faded: "In that direction, it should be Zhilion Creek, right?"

"Yes, sir." Van Persie quickly interrupted and replied that he had seen Gronin's expression and knew that the Governor was trying to suppress his temper at this moment. He did not want tens of thousands of Dutch in Jakarta to be victims because of Gronin's stupidity.

"I remember, um, according to your Western era, it should have been in 174, when an extremely fierce battle took place here. In the end, tens of thousands of Chinese died tragically in the Zhilion Creek. Their blood even dyed the wide stream water more than ten meters wide into red. I don't know, my memory has No mistakes?" Liang Pengfei's voice was very low, and his tone was equally plain, but Van Persie felt that he had smelled a strong smell of blood and horror that made people tremble.

"...Mr. Fuhrer, I agree with your request. I just hope you can guarantee the safety of our Dutch people." Gronin, who also heard the smell, was instantly angry as if he had been poured from his head by a bucket of blood wrapped in cold ice, cooling his heart.

I saw the strange cold light in Liang Peng's flying eyes. Groning's heart almost stopped: "I agree to lose my sincerity to you and all the Chinese on Caopu Street."

"It seems that you are not an idiot. This makes me feel a little regretful. However, since you have agreed to my request, then, let's go. Two days later, I hope to see you wear your neat and gorgeous military uniforms, carry your guns, and beat your passionate military drums. Come to Caopu Street and surrender to us. Liang Pengfei did not look at the governor of the Netherlands again, but turned straight back and left, leaving only an arrogant and magnificent figure, which was deeply branded in the depths of the souls of Van Persie and Gronin.

In the early morning of July 1, 1973, it dawned very early. After a whole night of fear, it calmed down after a day and a night. This morning, all the Chinese residents of Caopu Street got up early and dressed up happily. Both men, women and children were like the New Year. They put on their most beautiful clothes and dressed the most decent clothes. After going out with their families and children, they called for friends and went to the Caopu Street together. Walk to the big open space outside.

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"Dad, do you think Brother Zheng will be in it?" Xiaoxiu is dressed in a yellow dress today, and the bright blush on her beautiful face has not disappeared. She doesn't know where the spicy head of the past has gone. She moved her little jasper-like steps, grasped her grandmother's hand tightly, and raised her intoxicating autumn water eyes from time to time to time. He quickly lowered the thick eyelashes again.

"I don't know, but your brother Zheng should be here. Ha ha, this boy is still a dignified company commander. He is promising. Xiaoxiu, your vision is really better than your father." Huang Tiancheng stroked his beard neatly, with a happy face that even the sparrows on the tree could feel it.

"Congratulations, Boss Huang, your Xiaoxiu is really blessed." At this time, a Chinese in his fifties dressed as a gentleman not far away stroked the three long whisps under his chin and strode proudly.

"Oh, it's actually Wang Juren, disrespectful." After seeing the appearance of the people coming, Huang Tianwan was a little surprised and quickly stepped forward to salute the person with the highest education level in Caopu Street.

"It doesn't have to be like this. I, a person, have been more than ten or twenty years ago, and this is not the territory of the Qing Dynasty. If I don't raise people, I'm just a scholar. Boss Huang, don't want to kill me." The middle-aged man with two temples replied with a smile. Last night, I heard my boy say that Company Chief Zheng came to the door to ask for marriage in person. Ha ha ha, it almost shocked most of our grass street.

"This daughter... Everything is good, but it's too spicy. I'm afraid it's the future. Alas..." Huang Tiancheng's eyes almost narrowed into a crescent-like crack, but he still complained about his daughter in his mouth.

Hearing that the originally shy Xiaoxiu pouted dissatisfiedly and didn't know what to say in her grandmother's ear, the old man laughed so much that his wrinkles burst out and shook his head. Next to him, Mr. Huang deliberately raised his face: "Xiaoxiu, did you hear what your father said? If you really want to become the daughter-in-law of the Zheng family in the future, you have to change your temperament..."

"Look, you guys, look!" At this time, someone suddenly shouted loudly in the crowd walking in front of him: "Over there, there are a lot of Liang family soldiers!"

Hearing this sound, even Huang Tiancheng and Wang Juren, who were still in the cold, quickly said goodbye to each other and rushed to the street.

When they all came to the open space, they were stunned to find that there were many Liang family soldiers with guns standing around the open space, the shiny steel helmet, and the bayonets with dazzling sunlight on the long guns in their hands.

Without a trace of noise and whispers, they are solemn like green pines and bamboos that rise into the clouds. The cold light of the weapons in their hands indicates that they can launch a fierce attack on the enemy at any time.

A solemn atmosphere rose from the hearts of all the Chinese people, but soon, in addition to astonishment, they were more happy, because these soldiers were all like them, with black hair and black eyes, Chinese faces, and a pair of enthusiastic eyes. Their proud and straight bodies seemed to be Everyone declared that they were a proud army, an army that all Chinese in the world would be proud of.

(to be continued)