This is how a war with a huge generational gap ends. No blood, only speed. In terms of the length of the general war in the seventeenth century, which was often measured in years, the battle that took place in the afternoon at the Grand Merchant House was extremely short, so short that it didn't even look like a war.

However, the damage caused by war is not insignificant.

Not to mention the phalanx of corpses in front of the Merchant Pavilion, two gaps have now been blown out of the outer wall of the Merchant Pavilion, and the unlucky ghosts and their parts that were standing above the gaps are scattered around. Inside the rectangular merchant house, whether it is the square in the middle or on the forts at the four corners, blood, scattered weapons and the corpses of those who resist can be seen everywhere.

Soldiers, sailors, merchants, missionaries, doctors, carpenters, servants, hired laborers, etc., who originally numbered 300, now only 120 survived. The rest are dead, or are dying—the pirates are killing the seriously wounded with cruelty. Survivors and some lightly injured people were all searched out, all gathered in the center of the field, and the pirate officers in strange costumes, with short hair and strange guns, stood not far away, talking loudly, and the smell of blood and oppression flowed in the air.

Some bareheaded, hunched over carrying boxes or sacks, walked into the merchant house with great difficulty, unloaded the goods on their shoulders, and walked out in silence. Seeing these busy laborers and the goods they actually brought in, some Dutch people have realized that these people are not ordinary pirates, they are not here to rob, maybe the merchant house itself is their purpose.

The guess was correct, but it didn't help. All the Dutch present could now only tremble at gunpoint, waiting for the pirates to dispose of them. If it were to be put in a theological way, it would be: waiting for God's judgment.

God is not far from this.

After hearing from the walkie-talkie that the merchant house had been occupied, Xia Xianze and the others hurriedly organized all the on-call laborers to set off and send some of the goods that had been unloaded on the shore to the merchant hall. Then he left the sick number and a small number of men to guard the ship, and the rest hurried to the merchant house.

One foot deep and one foot shallow, stepping on the shallow sand dunes that had accumulated from the layers of silt on Dayuan Island, Xia Xianze's group of left-behind war scumbags soon saw the corpse in front of the merchant hall. This kind of real scene instantly poked the urine spot of a plasma tablet lover in the team, and this thing sighed as he walked, full of a sense of superiority in the angry eyes of the five scum, and loudly popularized the difference between human flesh and props ketchup plastic.

As soon as he spoke, he came to the door, and a bloody smell mixed with the salty smell of the sea suddenly rushed into everyone's nostrils. Just now, the guy was talking about the cannibal recipes on the island, and when he spoke, he sprayed all the contents of his stomach, which had a chain reaction, and the five scum who were already with a bad face vomited instantly.

The Dutch finally waited for the pale-faced pirate leader and their strange manners. Not only did they shake hands, but they also slapped each other's upper arms and laughed loudly. The vulgar victors are enjoying their own pleasures, while the captives have only cold and desperate eyes.

Soon the captives couldn't even keep their composure: the weirdos opened a few of the boxes they had brought, and it wasn't long before four monsters in dark green coveralls, dark green masks, blue pesticide spray cans on their backs, and black matte spray bars appeared.

In this situation, the poor, highly nervous captives undoubtedly thought these monsters were the executioners of some kind of impending Oriental torture, especially after a prank of the prisoners spewed a prank of 84 disinfectant mist and let out a burst of Hulk-like evil laughter, the crowd in the middle of the venue suddenly began to stir, and some people coughed and shouted: "God, I can't breathe, that's the devil's saliva!" Help me! ”

......

The commotion was quickly quelled. Once again, the Dutch experienced the bursting power of the short guns in the hands of the invaders at the cost of three lives, and the corpses were quickly dragged away by pirate minions with knives and axes. Fortunately, the monsters spitting demonic saliva had disappeared into the storehouses and barracks, and the captives were now forced to sit on the dirt floor in the middle of the merchant house, their heads bowed and mentally exhausted.

Perhaps God finally discovered that his people were suffering, and he worked his divine power—a man with an aura of holiness appeared.

Cai Feiming was recruited from Cape Town, South Africa. Although one of the official languages of South Africa is "Afrikaans", this Dutch language has been heard by even the Dutch themselves in later generations, let alone with the citizens of the 17th century United Provincial Republic. Therefore, Comrade Cai Feiming, who has sold bags in Barcelona and leather shoes in South Africa, and can speak genuine Dutch and Spanish, is now a senior compound talent in the company, the scheduled external relations minister, and today he is a guest translator.

The Dutch watched with some horror as several wooden boxes were stacked in the shape of "Pin", and then realized that this was not a gallows, but a simple podium...... A well-proportioned yellow man with a friendly smile on his face stepped onto the stage. I saw him raise the electric horn in his hand, and the next moment, slowly, he pronounced a sentence that the Dutch present will never forget: "Vandaag is geschiedenis".

Looking at the sluggish red-haired people in the audience, Cai Feiming was a little unsure whether these people understood his Dutch from later generations, so he repeated loudly: "Vandaag is geschiedenis".

The scene remained silent.

"You, stand up!" Cai Feiming was a little crazy, pointed to a red hair in the front row in Dutch, and gave an order.

It turns out that these people actually understand.

The red-haired man slowly stood up.

"Do you understand what I just said?"

"Yes, sir."

"What does that mean?"

"Today is history, sir."

"Very well, sit down."

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The following is the full text of Cai Feiming's speech in Dutch.

"Today is history, ladies and gentlemen."

"The civilizations of the East and the West have come to a period of true great convergence. From this moment on, all the gentlemen in the audience, as well as the scum from all walks of life, history has been witnessed by you. The first contact between the United Provincial Republic and a mysterious and great civilization is witnessed by you. You will be recorded in the annals of history, you have opened the door to riches, and countless benefits are coming, and you and the forces represented behind you will participate in this feast. ”

"In addition, the shareholders of the East India Company paid a small price today. But trust me, this is just a small episode, please don't worry about this little detail. Compared to a bright future, this loss today is really not worth wasting even a minute of talking about it. ”

"Finally, I have to kindly remind you that it is important to be aware of your current situation, and that your captivity will remain until an agreement is reached. Therefore, anyone who has to obey all the orders of the guards unconditionally in the rest of the time, if he does not want to die miserably in the next moment. ”

"I'm done."