Why is Erha called Dangerha? The answer is obvious – because they are two-fold. If not, then it is not Erha, but a police dog.

These guys with orange bands on their arms stopped their retreat for a moment when they saw the artillery fire covering each other. It stands to reason that the counterattack should have begun, but it turned out to shatter the glasses of the people on our ship!

When they saw that the other party was being beaten, they did not take advantage of this momentum to fight back, but laughed and pointed at the fleeing enemy, laughing forward and backwards.

What the hell is this? Are these guys filming or not? I was puzzled, and I couldn't help but give the order to suspend the shelling.

Seeing that the fire suppression stopped, the guys on the opposite side immediately came out and bombarded with long guns and short cannons! Several of the bullets hit the deck of my flagship and got stuck in it!

It's live ammunition! But why did those guys react that way? They're clearly funny, okay?

Seeing that the guy with the orange ribbon on the dock started to run around again, I shook my head helplessly and ordered to continue firing. But after fighting for a while, before the sun went down, the two sides of the battle on the dock waved the white flag together!

What kind of routine is this?

Seeing that the two sides were indeed no longer fighting, I wondered, so I sent Mavi to rush to the dock in a small boat with a few people to negotiate with the people over there. When Mavi came back with a confused face and told me what he asked, I was instantly infected by him with a bewildered face.

Why don't you fight? The answer to me from both sides was: the sun has set, it's time to rest! Don't fight!

In other words, off work!

I......

TMD actually does this kind of operation?

I suddenly remembered the Yellow Vest Revolution that happened in France in the previous life, where the hard-working and brave French people went to work from Monday to Friday, and on weekends they wore yellow vests together and ran around landmarks such as the Maple & White Lou Palace, the Champs-Elysées, and the Eiffel Tower.

When the weekend is over, Monday is still a separate shift, each on its own errand...... Some core backbones have to take leave because they can't be adjusted because of business trips. I have to say that this revolution is also quite professional......

But in the previous life, after all, I heard that I really encountered this situation in this life, which really made people speechless for a long time. I just felt that a crow flew overhead, and my heart was even more of a divine beast! Thousands of miles came to support, but people got off work!

I%¥#@&*......!!! No wonder it's such a little broken place, just such a little birdman, just such a little, and it can fight back and forth for 80 years! It turns out that people are calculated according to the working hours of the working day!

However, I have no position to be angry, so let's send it to Hong Kong first!

Most of the staff at the dock still wore orange straps, but there were also people who were not tied straps and who were still opponents. Together, they happily helped my fleet to dock, completed the registration, and happily hooked up their shoulders and went to the tavern for a drink!

I:......

Seeing that I was puzzled, Christina smiled and explained, "These guys in the Low Countries are the most enjoyable, and when the sky falls, they have to drink the last sip of the bottle before they die." You can ask for their lives, but you can't get them from taking vacations, resting, drinking, or cheating! ”

I:......

Just as I was looking black, a young man with an orange band on his arm came running up and said something in a language I didn't understand. I turned my head to look at the interpreter I had just called in from the docks, and he told me that Mr. Van Butten, the southern head of the Utrecht League, wanted to see me, and that he was in the tavern in front of me.

I suddenly felt unsettled again!

The huge title of the head of the southern part of the Utrecht League is equivalent to the commander-in-chief of a front. But you actually made an appointment to meet me in a tavern that looked no more than two floors above and was within the line of fire......

I have to say that this is a subversion of the word "revolution" in my decades of cognition!

Go ahead! Check it out! I said in my heart. It's all here, you can't stop meeting because the other party is unreliable!

So I took a few people with me, and arranged for some people to be back-ups, and then I reluctantly followed the young man named Liam to the tavern.

In fact, on the way, I still had a little fantasy that this tavern was nominally a tavern, but in fact it was a secret base. Inside is heavily guarded and has a high level of security, but on the outside it looks like an ordinary house.

But when I did get to the door, Liam opened the door of the tavern, and a loud noise almost threw me on all fours!

I've packed my ticket with decades of life experience from my past and present lives - this is not a heavily guarded secret base, this is a tavern! A low-grade, mixed tavern with low-quality alcohol and vulgar powder!

I was vomiting blood, and as Liam walked around the crowd, many of them had already drunk a lot, and some of them still had wounds, and they looked like new wounds, and the gauze was oozing blood slightly, but they were still drunk and dreaming of death here. The people around him may be companions, or they may be the culprits who caused his injuries, but here, no one cares about that, because ...... It's time to get off work!

Coming to the innermost compartment, which I was glad to have, instead of the long table in the hall, I finally met the southern head of the Utrecht League, Mr. Van Buten.

A young man in his early thirties. Blonde hair, as bright as the sun. But maybe it was because he hadn't washed it for a few days, or maybe it was because the dancer who was holding him next to him and pouring wine rubbed her fat powder on his hair, and his blonde hair looked very greasy, sticking to the top of his head one by one.

Her fair face was flushed with a very strong sense of excitement and pleasure due to excessive alcohol intake. When he saw me come in, he yelled, and the interpreter next to me told me that he meant to sit me down! He wants to toast the helper three glasses first!

To be honest, I don't hate drinking – of course, I don't like liquor, I still like red wine or beer or rum – but I hate overdrinking, which means drinking alcohol that doesn't make sense.

Seeing the room full of drunkenness, afraid that every penny in my pocket has been promised to the sex workers who accompany the drink, I really have the urge to turn around and leave. But after thinking about it, I still sat down and said lightly: "Tell him that I don't drink." ”

When Van Butten heard me speak English, he immediately spoke in English: "My dear friend! Have a drink! Weissen's craft stout, if you don't drink it, you will definitely regret it! ”

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers, and several young people, including Liam, immediately picked up their glasses and filled me with a glass of beer from the large keg next to him! The huge wooden mug, overflowing with beer foam, was placed on the table in front of me.

I was staring at this glass of wine in a daze, and Van Buteng suddenly smiled: "Everyone! To the black-haired Mr. Oriental! He's our friend! He helped us crush the attack of Old Hansen and his gang! Twice! ”

The men and women around cheered and shouted at me with their glasses raised. Some I can understand, some I can't, but the general meaning is good! Hit those fools hard.

Although it is very nonsensical, everyone's face reveals incomparable sincerity! These people...... I'm really at a loss, are they really confused, or are they really enjoying the process of this struggle?

Speechless, I also picked up the wine glass, and touched the wine glasses that reached out hard, and in the midst of a cheer, I picked up the wine glass and drank it with a bang!

A whistling suddenly sounded around, and Van Butten exaggerated shouted to the people around him: "Look at it! Mr. Brunette Oriental even drinks so much! ”

Before I could speak, a middle-aged man with a half-long beard, shiny shaved head, bulging muscles, and a big belly banged his wine glass on the table!

Van Buteng glanced at him and laughed: "Old Hansen is not convinced! He's going to challenge the amount of alcohol with the black-haired Mr. Oriental! ”

Old Hansen? Isn't that what they call enemies? Why do the two sides sit together?

Seeing that I was at a loss, Van Butten laughed and said, "That's right! That's right! Old Hansen is my uncle, but he is a minor nobleman in the south, and he listens to the Spaniards, and he is not against us sea beggars! But...... But! ”

He pointed to the wall calendar on the wall and said, "It's Friday!" Friday! Weekends must be entertained! Spain, the Netherlands, and Utrecht will all let go first, and we'll talk about it when we've had enough of it first! Let's talk about the revolution on Monday! ”

As he spoke, he also raised his glass and said to Old Hansen, "Come on! Uncle, let's have a drink together! This gentleman is so powerful that he easily knocked your guards back! ”

Although the old Hansen did not object to sitting and drinking with his "opposition" nephew, he did not want his nephew to be so nonsensical, he took his wine glass, looked at me coldly, and touched the wine glass with me. One of us took a sip and put down our glasses, but we didn't say a word.

Van Buteng saw that we were not happy to drink, and shouted for us to drink again, this does not count. But who cares about him? It didn't take long for the drunkard to lose the distinction between east and west, and ran aside to drink with the others.

"Why are you attacking us?" When the attention of the people around us was not on our side, Old Hansen suddenly asked.

"Perhaps, it's for justice!" I picked up my glass and took a sip.

"These children are messing around with William, and the adults in the south are already extremely angry. But these children don't know the severity yet. Old Hansen still looked at me coldly and said, "William took the lead in Amsterdam and announced that he would officially establish the country in a month. These stupid boys want to fight for Antwerp's independence, saying that they want to give a gift to the establishment of the Dutch Republic! Damn, what a brainless boy! ”

As he spoke, he took the wine glass and drank it, handed the empty glass to the little brother on the side, and motioned for himself to have another glass. Then he turned to me again and whispered, "I am a nobleman canonized by the King of Spain, and it is my duty to suppress these young men." But...... But many of them are my relatives, or in-laws, or friends who have such and such relationships. I can't really look like they raise a butcher's knife! ”

As he spoke, the younger brother handed the full wine glass to Old Hansen again. He was about to pick it up and continue drinking, but I stretched out my cup. Old Hansen was stunned for a moment, then smiled and stretched out his cup to touch me and said, "Hansen Young"!

I smiled and withdrew my cup and said, "Sun Qilan." ”

Old Hansen looked at me and asked, "Ming Dynasty people?" Why are you here? With that, he took a sip of his wine and continued to stare at me.

I took a sip of wine, and said with a fire in my eyes: "Because the Spaniards wanted to rob me of my wealth, and almost killed my fiancée!" ”

Old Hansen smacked his lips helplessly, tilted his head and said, "That's not a trivial matter!" Looks like we'll have to meet on the battlefield in the future! ”

It sounded rather weird, but it came out of Old Hansen's mouth as natural as it came. Slowly, I seem to have come to terms with this weird philosophy of freedom. Yes, a war is a war, it is a matter between countries, and it does not affect whether everyone below is a friend, a relative, or even a lover.

The various states of people's livelihood under the war may be something that I will never be able to fully see clearly!

So I picked up my glass, touched it with old Hansen again, and smiled, "Then you should take care!" ”

Old Hansen looked at me and smiled, "You too!" I wish your fiancée a speedy recovery! ”

While clinking glasses and drinking, Van Butten was heard shouting in the crowd: "For freedom!" Cheers! ”

For a while, it was full of emotion. What ridiculous, pitiful, and lovely people!