Through the window, Groening's eyes searched the docks, trying to see who was the leader of the brave Chinese soldiers. At this time, although the sun had not yet appeared, the sky had begun to dispel the darkness and become clear.

Groening's brow furrowed slightly, and his gaze fell on a young man on the docks. Young, tall and erect, even as he was lazily leaning on a dock mast at the moment, he was surrounded by warriors of the battlefield who were unrivaled and battle-hardened. But everyone will look at him at first sight, like a lion king resting on a great meadow, licking the blood of his prey at the corner of his mouth with his tongue, and his eyes are scattered and dangerous at the fat lamb down the slope.

"He's Liang Pengfei?" Groening pointed in that direction with some uncertainty and asked Van Persie, who was sitting next to him. "That's right, it's him." Van Persie nodded affirmatively.

"The old and vicious guy who does things is so young...... It's unbelievable. Groening sighed deeply, although he was still grieving for the thousands of Dutch soldiers who had died, and even more so about the tragic situation in the city of Jakarta, but he could not do anything about the culprit in front of him.

At this time, a hand was placed on his big hand, which was clenched into a fist. "Your Excellency the Governor, think of the nearly 100,000 Dutch living in the South Seas." Old Van Persie's voice rang in his ears.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything stupid, after all, my family is here." Groening looked up, nodded gratefully to Old Van Persie and smiled.

"Here they are." Sun Shijie tried hard to straighten his body, I don't know why, at this moment, Sun Shijie felt like a student who was about to stand up and recite the text in front of the teacher and classmates. I was nervous and excited. He glanced at Ni Ming beside him from the corner of his eye, and found that Ni Ming's expression was not much better than his own. His mouth was tightly pursed, and his eyes were wide open, as if he was afraid of missing a single detail.

"Your Excellency, the contemptible man is none other than the Marquis of Groening, the governor of the Dutch colony, and I greet you." Jumped out of the carriage, straightened out the clean robe that had been changed, and walked a few steps away from Liang Pengfei, the Dutch colonial governor, Marquis Groening, humbly bent his waist to Liang Pengfei.

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"Marquis Groening, I also greet you, I wonder if Mr. Van Persie has already relayed all my requests to you." Liang Pengfei stretched out his hand and picked up the white scholar who was on guard, walked to Groning, and looked proudly at this Nanyang native emperor who used to call for wind and rain in Nanyang.

"Of course, Mr. Van Persie has told the contemptible man of all your conditions, and the contemptible man has come precisely to show his sincerity to you, and to agree to all your conditions." Groening's fists were clenched so tight that his fingertips turned white, but his tone was extraordinarily respectful, as if it was not just a Chinese pirate standing in front of him, but the high king of their Dutch kingdom.

Hearing his answer, among the generals behind Liang Pengfei, some people couldn't help cheering, and Sun Shijie gritted his teeth and waved the fist in his hand vigorously, so excited that he couldn't be more excited.

The corners of Liang Pengfei's mouth curved slightly, and his smile gradually rippled: "Since this is the case, then I can rest assured, the city gate of Jakarta has not yet been calmed, so let's give you two days, and after two days, I, Liang Pengfei, the head of the Chinese Federation, will accept Your Excellency's sincerity on Caopu Street." ”

"What?!" Groening couldn't help but raise his head suddenly, the expression on his face was indescribably humiliated and angry. Straw Street, which is synonymous with squattishness and lowliness in the minds of the Dutch in Jakarta, where the Chinese are only worthy of being cattle in exchange for poor, subsistence rations or coins.

And now, the smiling Chinese pirate in front of him is actually going to hold a surrender ceremony on Caopu Street, which is definitely a naked provocation and humiliation, and a humiliation to the Kingdom of the Netherlands.

Liang Pengfei turned a blind eye to Groning's hideous expression, just raised his head, looked to the east, and the smile on his face gradually faded: "That direction, it should be Zhilion Creek, right?" ”

"Yes, Your Excellency." Van Persie quickly interjected and replied, he had seen Groening's expression, and knew that His Excellency the Governor was trying to suppress his temper at the moment, and he didn't want to let tens of thousands of Dutchmen in Jakarta become victims because of Groening's stupidity.

"I remember, well, according to your Western era, it should be in 1740, there was an unusually tragic battle here, and in the end, tens of thousands of Chinese died tragically in that Chilion Creek, their blood even dyed the water of the wide creek that was more than ten meters wide red, I don't know, is there a mistake in my memory?" Liang Pengfei's voice was very low, and his tone was equally flat, but Van Persie felt that he smelled a bloody breath that was so strong that it made people faint, and it made people tremble.

“…… Your Excellency, I agree with your request, and I only hope that you will be able to guarantee the safety of our Dutch lives. Groening, who also heard the taste, was instantly angry, like a vat of blood mixed with cold ice cubes poured down from his head, pouring his heart cold.

I saw the strange cold glow in Liang Pengfei's eyes. Groening's heart almost stopped: "I agree to be honest with you and all the Chinese on Caopu Street." ”

"It seems that you are really not an idiot, which makes me feel a little regretful, but since I have agreed to all the requests, then, go quickly, and in two days' time, I would like to see you in your neat and splendid military uniforms, carrying your guns, beating your rousing snare drums, coming to the grass shop street, and surrendering to us." Liang Pengfei didn't look at the Dutch governor again, turned around and left, leaving only an arrogant and majestic figure, deeply imprinted in the souls of Van Persie and Groening.

It was early in the morning of July 1, 1793, and after a whole night of fear, it was quiet for a day and a night. On this morning, all the Chinese residents of Caopu Street got up early, all of them were happily dressed, men, women and children, as if they were celebrating the New Year, put on their most beautiful clothes, made the most appropriate dress, and after going out with their families and children, they called friends and walked together towards the large open space outside Caopu Street.

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"Daddy, do you think Brother Zheng will be in there too?" Xiaoxiu is wearing a yellow dress today, the blush on her beautiful face has not disappeared, and she doesn't know where she has gone, she moves her little jasper-like steps in a regular manner, her hand is tightly grasping her grandmother's hand, and a pair of intoxicating autumn eyes are raised from time to time, and she quickly lowers her thick eyelashes.

"How do I know, but your brother Zheng should be here, hehe, this kid is actually a dignified company commander, promising, Xiaoxiu, your vision is indeed better than your father." Huang Tiancheng stroked his neat beard, and his face was happy, even the birds on the tree could feel it.

"Boss Huang, congratulations, your little show is really blessed." At this time, a Chinese man dressed as a gentry in his fifties not far away, stroked the three long strands of long beard under his chin, and strode proudly.

"Oh, it's actually Wang Juren, disrespectful and disrespectful." After seeing the appearance of the person who came, Huang Tianwan was a little surprised, and quickly stepped forward to salute the person with the highest level of Chinese on Caopu Street.

"It doesn't have to be like this, the old man has been lifting people more than ten or twenty years ago, and this is not the territory of the Qing Dynasty, what does not lift people, isn't it just a scholar, Boss Huang doesn't want to torture the old man." The middle-aged man with two sideburns and star frost smiled and said in return. "Last night, the old man heard that the kid in my family said that the company commander Zheng personally came to the door to ask for marriage, hehehe, almost alarmed most of our grass shop streets."

"This girl...... It's good for everything, it's just too spicy, I'm afraid it's the future. Alas......" Huang Tiancheng's eyes almost narrowed into a crescent moon-like slit, but he still complained about his daughter in his mouth.

Hearing this, Xiaoxiu, who was originally shy, pursed her lips dissatisfiedly, not knowing what to say in her grandmother's ear, the old man laughed so hard that even his wrinkles bloomed, and he shook his head again and again. Next to him, Old Man Huang deliberately made a straight face: "Xiaoxiu, did you hear what your father said?" If you really want to become the daughter-in-law of the Zheng family in the future, you wild girl's temper will have to be changed......"

"Look, look!" At this time, someone in the crowd walking in front suddenly shouted loudly: "Over there, there are a lot of Liang Jiajun!" ”

Hearing this voice, even Huang Tiancheng and Wang Juren, who were still noisy, hurriedly said goodbye to each other, lifted their plackets and rushed out of the street.

When they all walked to the clearing, they were stunned to find that there were many Liang Jiajun standing upright with guns, the shining steel helmets, and the bayonets reflecting the dazzling sunlight on the spears in their hands.

Without a trace of noise or whispering, they were as solemn as green pines and bamboos rising into the clouds, and the cold light of their weapons moving up and down indicated that they were ready to launch a ferocious attack on the enemy at any moment.

An atmosphere of solemnity rose from the hearts of all the Chinese people, but soon, in addition to being stunned, they were more happy, because these soldiers were all the same as them, with black hair and black eyes, Chinese faces, a pair of enthusiastic eyes, and their proud and upright bodies, as if to announce to everyone that they were a proud army, an army that all Chinese in the world would be proud of.

(To be continued)