Liang Pengfei would never leave his fate in the hands of anyone else, and he did not think that the Westerners who carved up the British territory and interests in India would have any gratitude to him.

According to the greedy surname of Westerners, they will not only be satisfied with the benefits they have obtained so far, but even want more, but now, they are still very honest and do not have to worry about it for the time being, but they can't help but take precautions, so Liang Pengfei intends to capture this group of prisoners of war alive, just to put some abuse between those Western countries and make them uncomfortable.

Those prisoners of war can become a labor, and they can also be used as bargaining chips to make deals with the British, and the important thing is that with the more than 10,000 prisoners of war in hand, the British want to wave their troops to the East, I am afraid that they must first think carefully about the fate of the more than 10,000 British prisoners of war.

Other Western countries will definitely be very concerned about the fate of these prisoners of war, and even worry that if Young Master Liang looks at them unpleasantly one day and returns these soldiers' warships to the East India Company, then the colonial activities in the East will evolve into a vigorous colonial war.

"I see, Sun really didn't think of this." Sun Shijie slapped his head on the face, with a look of shame.

"It's no wonder to you, these words, you are in charge of the intelligence department, just a situation around the sea, I'm afraid it has already made you sleepless, how can you have time to think about other things." Liang Pengfei lit a cigar, took a deep breath of the fragrant smoke and said with a smile.

Next to him, Ni Ming also sat down, took a sip of hot tea and said: "Yes, Brother Shijie, you can rest assured, it won't be long before the British will definitely give in, because today, the Lord has sent an envoy to persuade him to surrender again, I dare to guarantee that the British will make a final decision within today." Ni Ming patted Sun Shijie's shoulder and smiled.

Macartney stood pale on the dock next to the shipyard, watching the dejected-looking British Navy slowly disembark from the battleship and silently form a neat queue. The army soldiers and the Indian mercenaries had lined up in the open area of the dock, but instead of carrying their weapons as usual, they were all placed on the side of the pier.

Today marks the eleventh day of the British Colonial Fleet's stranding in George III Bay, and the announcement of the surrender of the British Colonial Fleet to the multinational fleet.

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He had been standing on the dock for four hours since the morning, and although his legs were numb, Macartney had no intention of leaving.

Most of the members of the legation were also hovering around, their expressions were also uncomfortable and frustrated, yes, no one who had a great surprise and then an incredible defeat would not be much better than they were.

The surrender to the multinational force was the result of yesterday's hours of intense bickering and compromise.

Because, in addition to asking the British again if they were willing to surrender, those two damned guys yesterday also hinted to Macartney and others that if they were unwilling to surrender, then they were likely to unite with the Qing Kingdom, a huge empire that had just been humiliated by the British, and believed that the other party would be very willing to put all the British to death at any cost, and after salting their heads, they would be displayed in every county in the territory of the Qing Kingdom. to show that enemies who oppose the Qing Empire will receive the same fate.

Enraged, Colonel Henry almost pulled out his gun and killed Villa on the spot, but was quickly subdued by the officers who still kept his senses, and temporarily placed the colonel, who had been inactive from the beginning until now, under house arrest on the grounds of his abnormal mental state.

Although Macartney and others were very angry and made serious protests and solemn representations to Villa and others, the British were unsurprisingly stunned when Van Persie took out a letter. It was a personal letter from Lord Dundas, Chairman of the Board of Supervisors of the British East India Company.

It told Macartney and others in detail that the multinational forces took advantage of the Indian mercenary rebellion and launched an attack on Calcutta, the fortress and political center of the British Empire in the East...... Eventually, the British Empire's treasures in the East, the rich colonies of Bengal and India, became colonies of the West, and the British would be able to retain a few poor forts and strongholds on the islands of Penang and Sumatra.

At the end of the letter, Lord Dundas, in trembling handwriting, told the commander of the British Empire's colonial fleet and Ambassador Macartney that they would be allowed to surrender to the multinational force if necessary, in order to save the lives of the British Empire [***] and the members of the mission.

Not far away, Villa and Van Persie accompanied Brigadier General Ford had already walked over. "Your Excellency, it's time for us to go." Van Persie Sr. did not put on a villainous face like Villa when facing Macartney, a loser, and he still seemed so polite and calm, which is the essential difference between a mature politician and a diplomat and a newcomer.

"Okay, I guess we should go. But what I want to know is, to whom exactly are we handing over the command knife? Is it to Your Excellency Groening, Colonial Governor of the Netherlands, or to His Excellency Marcelo, Colonial Governor of Spain? Macartney glanced at Major General Ford, whose face was as gloomy as water, took a deep breath, raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows and cheeks, allowing his stiff facial muscles to move.

His seemingly casual question, but the very depressed Major General Ford couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and his attention fell on Macartney, a seemingly simple question, but like a thorn that could not be pulled out, he easily pierced into the hearts of the Spaniards and the Dutch.

Villa's face was a little unpleasant, and he seemed to be a little displeased. But comparatively speaking, Van Persie seems to be so complacent. "Your Excellency, Honorable Ambassador, although we Dutch would love to take the saber from the waist of Major General Ford, we are sorry ......"

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Van Persie shrugged his shoulders a little helplessly and then blinked with a smile, his gray-blue pupils revealed a hint of deceit and cunning: "Gentlemen, please allow me and Baron Villa to keep this little secret, it will only take more than ten minutes for you to know, I believe, it will definitely surprise you, because the Lord who is about to accept the surrender of the British colonial fleet is an old friend of the two, and you used to get along very well a few months ago." ”

Macartney, Major General Ford, and others all had a series of questions on their heads, who is it? Old friends, a few months ago, they had been to many places, in addition to those hateful and greedy Qing officials, there were also many Western businessmen and colonial officials from various countries. Among them, there are really a lot of old friends who can be called old friends, and the range given by Van Persie is really large.

However, since Van Persie and others were reluctant to say more, Macartney didn't bother to ask, anyway, it was the same to whoever surrendered, as long as it didn't fall into the hands of the Qing political axe, you know, they had seen a lot of executions in the East on the way north to the capital of the Qing State, and one of the doctors in the team even went to the noon gate to appreciate the execution of Ling Chi.

But in the end, he vomited all the way back, and it took half a month of rest to regain his breath, and he would always wake up from a nightmare late at night, and under his narration, it caused the collective discomfort of the British envoys, and for more than ten days, no one was willing to touch the meat.

And it is precisely for this reason that the effect of the threat of Villa and others is extremely shocking, so they would rather surrender than fall into the hands of the Qing people, you know, their emperor must be angry, even if he will not play more than 10,000 people Ling Chi, but a few leaders will definitely not be able to escape, for the safety of their own lives, well, it should be for the lives of the vast number of British [***] people, they have to make such a wise choice.

After carefully crossing the minefield in a small boat and shuttling past the battleship groups that had been arranged in an attack formation, Macartney and the others saw a tall Dutch third-class battleship, and there seemed to be a lot of people waiting for their arrival.

However, because there were too many people, Macartney and the others couldn't tell who was the protagonist who accepted their surrender today, although they saw a lot of oriental faces on the side of the ship, but when they thought of the situation of those Qing pirates laying mines, they knew that the multinational force must have tried their best to buy a lot of oriental pirates, and they didn't care too much.

And when he Macartney and the others all stepped onto the deck, a tall and burly young Chinese with a face full of energy and a warm smile appeared in their sight.

"Dear Excellency Ambassador Macartney, dear General Ford, and you, my old friend, dear Mr. Dabanstang of the British East India Company in Macau, hello, it is a pleasure to meet again at sea...... On behalf of me personally, I would like to extend my sincere greetings to all of you, as well as my infinite respect. The Chinese man stepped forward quickly and waved his greeting arm cordially to the stunned Macartney and the others...... "My God!" The expressions of all the Englishmen standing on the deck were like salted fish waiting to be dried on the deck, and Staunton put his hand directly on his head, and even the hat and wig on the head fell to the side, revealing an ugly bald head.

(To be continued)