A soldier dressed in two layers of steel armor and holding a large shield cautiously walked to the door and gently slammed his shield against the beautiful ivory door with a "thump" sound.

After waiting for a while, the soldiers retreated the same way, and several soldiers with shotguns took over, aiming their guns at different positions in the ivory door, and one of them began to count down, ready to blast open together.

Finally, near the end of the countdown, a panicked shout came from behind the door.

Long Gang raised an eyebrow, motioned for the soldiers to pause the bombardment, and calmed down to listen to the shouts in the room.

After the people in the room finished speaking, Long Gang opened his mouth to respond loudly in Portuguese, and then began to talk to the people inside through the door.

A few minutes later, Long Gang cursed a swear word in Chinese and waved his hand: "Damn, bang on the door, where is so much." ”

The long-awaited soldiers quickly counted down to three seconds and pulled the trigger at the same time.

With a loud bang. Dozens of iron beads smashed the ivory door to pieces.

Through the smoke of gunpowder burning, the woman's screams were incessant, and the neighing of the broken sound reminded the soldiers in the corridor of the scene of the pig slaughter in their hometown for the New Year.

The shotgunners who had shot quickly moved out of their way sideways as soon as they pulled the trigger, and another group of gunmen tumbled out of the path into the room without missing a beat, pounced in the direction of the screams under the cover of smoke. Another pointed his gun in the direction of the male voice and fired the flint mercilessly.

After the screams and screams in the room calmed down, another group of soldiers entered the room to control the situation, and then Long just slowly walked in.

There were four Portuguese (later determined to be four Spaniards) alive in the room, three maids tied up by the soldiers and standing in the corner, and a noble woman still sitting in an ornate chair.

There was still a man lying on the ground, and Long Gang believed that he was the one who bargained with him before. Now the man, dressed like a butler, has turned into a corpse, and the cause of death is a shot from a shotgun at close range, and he has been hit in the chest many times, presumably with a broken lung.

The aristocratic woman still maintained a good sitting posture and temperament in the situation of tigers and wolves, as calmly as sitting in the shade of the manor on a sunny afternoon drinking tea, and it could be seen that she had received a good aristocratic education.

However, Long Gang did not pay homage to her as he did with a nobleman. He scrutinized the room from the moment he entered, his attention drawn to the furnishings and the parchment of good quality that the soldiers had found.

He walked over to the desk near the window and picked up a stack of parchment paper, which looked in the light of the setting sun.

The windows are large and well-lit, and lilac silk curtains hang on either side, suggesting that the owner of the house is a pampered and superior person.

More than ten minutes later, Long Gang finished reading the parchment. He sealed them in the file bag he was carrying, grabbed a pen from the table, signed and wrote the time and place on the file bag, and handed the file bag to the adjutant who followed.

Well, this fountain pen is also a hero brand produced by the Australian Song Dynasty, and it is estimated that it was brought all the way to Western Europe by merchants to sell high-end goods as luxury goods.

After dealing with these things, Long Gang turned around and motioned for the soldiers to take the maids out and lock them up first, and slowly paced to the noble woman's side, bent down close to her neck, and took a deep breath of her body fragrance.

The woman immediately got goosebumps on her neck. Her body trembled, and her face quickly flushed red, as if she was angry at the teasing she had never seen before.

Long Gang looked at the woman in front of him with a smile, and felt a little wanted to laugh at her behavior of maintaining the so-called aristocratic temperament even if she was angry.

"Miss Maria Cristina de Philippe?" Long Gang walked up to her, grabbed a chair and sat down, leaning on the soft back of the chair without maintaining a military temperament, and crossed Erlang's legs, looking like no one in his eyes.

Christina smiled a little stiffly, barely maintaining her grace: "Yes, Mr. Major General. ”

She couldn't help but become even more angry as she looked at Long Gang's upturned right leg, and the shiny leather boots on it reflected the sunset shining behind her.

She raised her head, looked into Long Gang's eyes, and said word by word: "I recognize the victory of your army, but I hope that you will treat each other with gentlemanly courtesy and guarantee the safety of me and my servants, captains and sailors." My family will pay a ransom for this. ”

Long Gang opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of banter. Instead of answering the other person's question, he digressed the subject.

"You're a member of the royal family?"

A haughty and somewhat disgusted look immediately appeared on Christina's face: "Yes, Mr. Major General, I am the blood of the Habsburgs blessed by God, the daughter of His Majesty the noble Philip II, the relatives of Henry of Navarre and the Duke of Bourbon of Montpensier, the Countess of Boinger of Valencia, the owner of the Mermaid cruise ship, Princess Christina of the Kingdom of Spain. ”

Long Gang listened to a long list of names and nodded: "Oh." ”

There was a moment of silence, except for the noise of soldiers rummaging through the room for belongings and documents.

Long Gang took his knees in both hands and quietly walked over Christina to look at the brilliant sunset outside the window, without saying a word, until the adjutant told him that the room had been searched and scraped three feet to the ground.

He nodded, stood up and stretched, glancing at the Spanish princess, who was still in her original position, admiring her endurance and impolitely wondering if her ass would be numb.

"Tied her up and dragged her away, and locked up with her maid."

The adjutant whispered, "Do you want to give her some preferential treatment?" ”

"Give a hammer a preferential." Long Gang said angrily, "This kind of guy who eats soft and not hard has to dry it, and the taxpayers didn't pay a little more tax to the captured nobles." ”

"Just treat her according to the standards of an ordinary woman who has been captured, give her food and drink, and throw it away if she doesn't eat or drink, don't fucking get used to it. You know my temper, I fucking hate the European aristocracy. ”

The adjutant sighed, motioned for the soldier who was packing the furniture to cut a piece of rope and walked over expressionlessly under the horrified gaze of Princess Christina...

At the same time as the second formation retreated, on the sea hundreds of kilometers to the east, Wang Haomin was writing a secret letter in his office, ready to hand it over to the transport ship to be sent to Sri Lanka quickly.

The political commissar on the side smoked his pipe and asked with some uncertainty: "Did you really do this?" ”

Wang Haomin sighed and looked up at him: "Old Deng, what are you afraid of, haven't you planned it a long time ago?" Ulagemia is ready, and when the time comes, remove the Rausch king and put him on the throne, and Sri Lanka will become a full governorship, and we will have a port on the west coast. ”

The political commissar took a deep breath of the cigarette, spit out a beautiful smoke ring towards the dark red sunset, and said slowly: "I know, it still feels a little strange to just return to the army to directly overthrow the government of a subject country." ”

Wang Haomin shrugged his shoulders and continued to write: "It's good to get used to it. This is rare and strange for you, transferred to the Indian Ocean Fleet as a political commissar, this kind of thing will be more and more in the future. I guess that all the warlords along the Burmese coast will be swept away, and then the king of Burma will be invited to sign a treaty and obediently make us a colony. ”

"Didn't you send a regiment from the Straits Settlements these days, I heard the news from China, and I will send a group of a few naturalized people from the Malay Peninsula to come, probably for the future."

"The East Indies will be at peace."