"I'm sorry, Your Excellency the Führer, and I beg your pardon for my rudeness, although I am the plenipotentiary of His Excellency the Governor of the Dutch Colony, but your terms are really ......" Van Persie's expression was extremely ugly.

At this time, Liang Pengfei's inquiring eyes crossed Van Persie and looked behind Van Persie, which made Van Persie subconsciously twist his face, and at the door of the rear cabin of the warship's stern building, he saw a familiar face, Pryant, the senior employee of the British East India Company, although this guy was wearing a very inconspicuous ordinary outfit, it seemed that he wanted to hide his identity. However, Van Persie, who is old but undare, couldn't help but feel a sudden chill in his heart.

However, to the secret surprise of the elder Van Persie, the so-called head of the Chinese Federation, His Excellency did not heed the call of the East India Company commissioner, but still stared at himself tightly with his piercing eyes.

"Don't play this trick with me, dear Mr. Plenipotentiary, and don't think that I don't understand your Western diplomatic rhetoric and your negotiating methods, it seems to me that you will give in if you have enough strength. Just like the British did in 1780. It's only been more than ten years now, so at your age, you must have experienced that turmoil, right? Liang Pengfei's words were more effective than any threat, and the muscles on Old Van Persie's face twitched slightly.

Van Persie Sr. certainly knew, and had experienced that war, for the simple reason that the development of Dutch maritime trade had created an obstacle to the British bourgeois monopoly, and in 1780, Britain formally declared war on the Netherlands, and Britain had to send fleets and troops to the North Sea, the Mediterranean, the Caribbean, and the Indian Ocean to defend against the attacks of France, the Netherlands, and Spain while fighting against the United States.

Originally, this was an excellent opportunity to weaken the British in the East, but the self-serving Dutch officials made a choice that was inconsistent with their national interests for fear that the British East India Company would make them their primary target.

That is, in Indonesia, the Dutch colonial governor and the top brass even abandoned the Dutch stronghold on the east coast of India, the fortress of Padang in Sumatra, and the merchant house, the most important stronghold on the east coast of India, after the British promised to protect their private property and goods. It was the last bastion of Dutch India. The spoils of war obtained by the British on the west coast of Sutria alone were worth more than half a million florins. Although the Dutch were able to retain the island with the help of the French navy, the British fleet effectively controlled the sea lanes between Europe and Indonesia.

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At the time of this incident, Van Persie Sr. also happened to be a confidant of the previous Dutch colonial governor, and in order to save his own son from the suffering of war, Van Persie Sr. and several senior officials of the Dutch East India Company made a statement to His Excellency the Governor, and in the end, he saved his family name and huge wealth.

Even in order to stay away from the front line against the British, the elder Van Persie did not hesitate to give up several estates on the island of Sumatra, but now, history is repeating itself again. "God, why are you doing this to me?" Old Van Persie had the urge to shed tears.

"Looking at the change in the expression on your face, it's almost time to catch up with an excellent drama actor, but unfortunately, I'm not an audience, I don't want to wait for you to watch your curtain call after your performance." Liang Pengfei's cold gaze was like a poisonous snake lurking in the jungle, which made the old Van Persie immediately realize his situation, as well as the situation of his wife and a large family.

"You know what? Your navy has all become my prisoners of war, and your army has been completely annihilated by me, and there are no prisoners, or rather, there are captives, but they are all hapless mercenaries, and if you will, I will let them tell you for themselves how I sent your five thousand soldiers to hell. Of course, before I do that, I'd like to ask you to meet a few old friends. ”

Soon, the elder Van Persie saw the old friends that Liang Pengfei had mentioned, and the Dutch naval officers with gloomy faces and haggard expressions were stepping from the cabin to the deck.

The old Van Persie saw the bitter face of Brigadier General Van Gaal, although Brigadier Van Gaal was still wearing his straight uniform, but Brigadier Van Gaal was more like an old man who was crushed by the weight at the moment. "The entire fleet of our Dutch East India Company Navy has laid down its arms and surrendered to this Liang Yuanzhuo."

"General van Gaal, you actually ......" Old Van Persie really didn't know how to use words to describe his mood at the moment, Liang Pengfei did not miss the opportunity to continue to attack his heart.

"Bai Shusheng, confirm the few things we found to this Mr. Van Persie, and see if they are the relics of their supreme commander of the army." Liang Pengfei nodded at Bai Shusheng.

Soon, a military hat, a charred military cap, and half of a somewhat melted command knife were handed to Van Persie, as well as the uniforms of the Dutch officers they had captured, command knives, or some gadgets, and more importantly, a row of human heads, neatly placed in front of Van Persie.

It was a lime-cured human head, somewhat deformed, but that didn't prevent Van Persie from recognising the typical European faces. Van Persie trembled like a stroke, and the flesh on his cheeks was pulled like Jack, the dog killer of the Dutch colonial governor Groening, but he looked so old and powerless.

Major Marbury, Lieutenant Robben, Major Crews...... The faces that were once familiar to the extreme, full of vitality and life, now showed a strange dead gray, and their eyes looked so shriveled and terrifying because they had lost their moisture.

"Oh my God, God......" Van Persie couldn't help but put his hand over his mouth and nose, and the churning in his stomach was like a torrent.

I felt like my heart was about to explode. The navy is finished, and he is already mentally prepared for this, but he never imagined that the army, the excellent Dutch army, would actually let these guys clean up, and moreover, they were all wiped out.

That is, in the East, the Dutch had lost their superiority, both on land and at sea. This fleet alone is enough to turn the whole of Jakarta into perfect ruins, and tens of thousands of Dutchmen into lifeless corpses.

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Old Van Persie gasped for breath, and in Jakarta behind him, the sound of gunfire continued, and in front of him, the row of lime-pickled heads seemed to be smiling.

"Don't be lucky, the arsenal in your city has been blown up by my people, and besides, this disturbance tonight was also caused by my people, and besides, let me tell you the news, those natives were also brought in by me." Liang Pengfei curled the corners of his mouth and whispered in the ear of old Van Persie, smiling hideously like a demon crawling out of hell.

"Without the arms, the firearms in your hands and the gunpowder stored on your city walls will be able to clean up those natives at most, and when the time comes, what else can you use to fight me?"

"Don't force me to do it, Mr. Van Persie, you Dutch have killed countless of my compatriots, and now, I can't wait to try it, try the taste of blood for blood, it's better not to force me." Liang Pengfei's originally handsome face was now even more hideous than Satan, the king of hell, and his words were like an invisible big hand full of stingers, strangling Van Persie's throat fiercely, making him almost unable to breathe.

"What I want to know is whether I am negotiating terms with you, Your Excellency the Führer of the Chinese Federation, or with the people of the British East India Company, and I want to know to whom we will pay the great price, the innumerable riches, and the abundant colonies." Van Persie said with a desperate expression.

Hearing this, Liang Pengfei couldn't help but curse in his heart, this old guy is really cunning enough, and at this time, he doesn't forget to sow discord. However, this is exactly what Liang Pengfei wants, but Liang Pengfei's face is not happy at all, but even more gloomy. "What do you mean?"

"Your Excellency, please take a step to speak...... Old Van Persie knew that he had lost all his hole cards and was no longer qualified to bargain with Liang Pengfei, but this did not prevent him, a seasoned politician, from sowing discord between this group of Chinese pirates and the British East India Company.

Such a huge force, as well as the power of Lan Fangguo. If they were not of the same mind as the British, then they would certainly be very troubled by the rule of the British in the Eastern colonies.

Since the Dutch are not happy, then don't think about it well for you British mongrels, old Van Persie curled the corners of his mouth very insidiously, and there was a madness in his desperate eyes.

It only took five minutes for Liang Pengfei to agree to Van Persie's request, and then continued to quietly watch the cruel and beautiful night view of Jakarta City.

At the same time, the grass pavement about two miles from the city of Jakarta is looking panicked. Some of the old people who survived the massacre more than forty years ago were the most nervous.

"Hurry, hurry, it's too late if you don't leave." Old Man Huang shouted loudly, at this moment, the Chinese people on Caopu Street were in chaos. Crying and panicked calls came and went.

"But Brother Zheng is still in the city." Xiaoxiu's wonderful eyes were already full of tears and panic, and the sky-high fire and explosion were not only tormenting her hearing and vision, but also tormenting her nerves.

"Good Xiaoxiu, obedient, go with Dad, wait for tonight, we will come back tomorrow, come back here and wait for your Brother Zheng, okay?" Huang Tiancheng, who was carrying his mother who had fainted, soothed his daughter with gentle words.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, folks, don't panic, no one dares to come here to disturb you, our family has sent troops to protect your safety, please don't panic, folks." At this time, such shouts echoed in all directions, and even in the villages and towns, of this Chinese village named after Caopu Street.

The familiar local sound, as if there were thousands of people around the grass shop street, made all the Jakarta Chinese in the grass shop street stop and look at each other in amazement......

(To be continued)