Chapter 365 Wise Choice: Surrender--
Liang Pengfei never handed over his fate to others. At the same time, he did not think that those Westerners who divided up the British territory and interests in India would be grateful to him.
According to the greedy surname of Westerners, they will not only be satisfied with the benefits they have obtained now, and will even want more. But now, they are still very honest. They don't have to worry for the time being, but they can't be prepared. Therefore, Liang Pengfei wants to capture this group of prisoners of war alive, just to be between those Western countries. Let's take some drugs to make them feel uncomfortable.
Those prisoners of war can become a labor force and can also be used as a bargaining chip to make a deal with Britain. The important thing is that with more than 10,000 prisoners of war in hand, the British want to wave their troops to the east. I'm afraid they have to think about the fate of more than 10,000 British prisoners of war first.
Other Western countries will certainly pay great attention to the fate of these prisoners of war, and even worry that if Master Liang doesn't like them one day and returns these soldiers' warships to the East India Company, then the colonial activities in the East will evolve into a vigorous colonial war.
"So that's it. Sun really didn't think of this." Sun Shijie slapped him on the forehead with a look of shame.
"It's not your fault. These days, you are in charge of the intelligence department. Just a sea of affairs, I'm afraid it will make you sleepless. There is no time to think about other things." Liang Pengfei nodded a cigar, took a deep breath of the fragrant smoke, and then laughed.
Next to, Ni Ming also sat down. After taking a sip of hot tea, he said, "Yes, Brother Shijie, don't worry. It won't be long before the British will be soft, because today, the Lord has sent envoys to persuade him again. I dare to guarantee that the British will make the final decision within today." Ni Ming patted Sun Shijie on the shoulder and said with a smile.
Macartney stood on the dock next to the shipyard with a pale face, watching the British navies, who looked very depressed, slowly walk off the warships, and silently lined up neatly. The army soldiers and the Indian mercenaries have also lined up in the open space of the dock, but they did not carry weapons as usual, but all placed them on the side of the dock.
Today is the eleventh day that the British Colonial Fleet was trapped in George III Bay. At the same time, it is also the day when the British Colonial Fleet announced its surrender to this multinational fleet.
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From morning to now, he has been standing on the dock for four hours. Although his legs are very numb, Macartney still has no intention of leaving.
Most of the members of the mission also wandered nearby, and their expressions were uncomfortable and depressed. Yes, whoever got a huge surprise, and then suffered an incredible failure. I'm afraid they wouldn't be in a much better mood than them.
Surrendering to the multinational force is the final result after hours of fierce quarrels and compromises yesterday.
Because yesterday, in addition to asking the British again whether they were willing to surrender, the two damn guys also hinted to Macartney and others that if they were unwilling to surrender, they were likely to unite with the Qing Dynasty, a huge empire that had just been humiliated by Britain. I believe that the other party would be willing to After killing all the British to Ling Chi at a cost and marinating their heads with salt, they were displayed in every county in the Qing Dynasty to show that the enemies who were against the Qing Empire would get the same.
The angry Colonel Henry almost pulled out his gun on the spot to kill Villa, but he was soon subdued by the officers who were still rational, and temporarily put the army colonel under house arrest from the beginning to the present on the grounds of abnormal mental condition.
Although Macartney and others were very angry and made serious protests and solemn representations to Villa and others, the British were not surprised after Van Persie took out a letter. It was a handwritten letter from Lord Dundaas, chairman of the Supervision Committee of the British East India Company.
It told Macartney and others in detail that the multinational force took the opportunity of Indian mercenaries to rebel and launched an attack on Calcutta, the fortress and political center of the British Empire in the east... In the end, the treasures of the British Empire in the East, the rich Bengal and Indian colonies, have become Western countries. The British will be able to retain several poor fortresses and strongholds in Penang and Sumatra.
And at the end of the letter, Lord Dundaz told the commander of the British colonial fleet and the Ambassador Macartney in trembling handwriting, allowing them to surrender to the multinational forces in order to protect the lives of the British emperor and members of the envoys when necessary.
not far away, Villa and Van Persie accompanied Brigadier General Ford have come over. Dear Lord, it's time for us to go. When old Van Persie faced the loser, Macartney, he did not put on a villainous face like Villa. He still seemed to be so polite and calm, which was the essential difference between a mature politician and a diplomat and a newcomer.
"Well, I think we should really go. But what I want to know is, to whom did we hand over the command knife? Is it to the governor of the Dutch colony, Mr. Gronin, or the Spanish colonial governor, Mr. Marcelo? Macartney saw Major General Ford with a gloomy face, took a deep breath, raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows and cheeks, so that his stiff facial muscles could move.
He asked casually, but the very depressed Major General Ford couldn't help raising his eyebrows and paying attention to Macartney. A seemingly extremely simple question was like a thorn that could not be pulled out, which was easily penetrated into the hearts of the Spaniard and the Dutch.
Villa's face is not very good-looking, and it seems to be a little unhappy. However, relatively speaking, Van Persie looked so calm. Dear Ambassador, although we Dutchmen really want to accept the knife on the waist of Major General Ford, it's a pity..."
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Van Persie shrugged his shoulders helplessly and blinked his eyes with a smile, and his gray-blue pupils were full of smelting and cunning: "Gentlemen, please allow me to keep this little secret with Baron Villa. It only takes more than ten minutes, and you will know. I believe it will make you eat. I was shocked, because the gentleman who was about to accept the surrender of the British colonial fleet was an old friend of the two. A few months ago, you had a good relationship.
Major Macartney, Major General Ford and others all have a series of questions on their foreheads. Who is it? Old friends, a few months ago, they went to a lot of places. In addition to those hated and greedy Qing officials, there were also many Western businessmen and colonial officials from various countries. There are many of them that can be called old friends, and the range given by Van Persie is really a little big.
However, since Van Persie and others don't want to say more, Macartney is too lazy to ask more questions. Anyway, it's the same as no one to surrender to, as long as it doesn't fall into the hands of the Qing Zheng Axe. You know, they have seen a lot of executions in the East all the way to the north to the capital of the Qing Dynasty, and one of the doctors in the team Sheng even went to the noon gate to enjoy the punishment of Ling Chi.
But in the end, he vomited all the way back, resting for half a month before relieving his breath, and every time the nightclub woke up from a nightmare, under his narration, it caused the collective discomfort of the British envoys. For more than ten days, no one was willing to touch meat.
It is for this reason that the effect of the threat of Villa and others is very shocking. Therefore, they would rather surrender than fall into the hands of the Qing people. You know, their emperor must be angry. Even if he will not play more than 10,000 people, several leaders must have fled. No, for the safety of their own lives, well, it should be for the lives of the vast number of British people, they have to make such a wise choice.
After riding a small boat, carefully crossed the minefield and shuttled through the groups of warships with attack formations, Macartney and others saw a high Dutch third-class battleship, and it seemed that many people were waiting for their arrival.
However, because there are too many people, Macartney and others can't tell who is the protagonist who accepted their surrender today. Although they saw a lot of oriental faces on the side of the ship, they knew that the multinational forces must have tried their best to buy them. The few oriental pirates didn't care too much.
And when he and Macartney and his party all stepped on the deck, a tall and burly young Chinese with a lively and enthusiastic smile appeared in their sight.
"Dear Ambassador Macartney, Dear General Ford, and you, my old friend, dear Mr. Bandon of the British East India Company in Macau, hello, it's really a pleasure to meet again at sea... I would like to express my sincere greetings to you on behalf of myself, and My infinite respect." The Chinese quickly stepped forward and waved his greeting arm cordially to the stunned Macartney and others... "My God!" The expression of all the British standing on the deck was like a salted fish on the deck waiting to be dried. Si Dangdong put his hand directly on his head, and even the hat and wig on his head fell aside, revealing his ugly bald forehead without noticing it.
(to be continued)