Haitou Port Village. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Okay, here it is." Wen Desi stood in front of a banyan tree, stared at it carefully for a moment, and then gestured to the mercenaries following behind him, "Gentlemen, post the announcement." ”

Two mercenaries stepped forward and pasted the first proclamation signed by Mahan after he officially became acting governor on the banyan tree, while the others paid full attention to the villagers who were surrounding them, carefully carrying out their guard duties.

They were nervous. Despite the rifles in their hands loaded and bayonets loaded, the mercenaries still couldn't help but feel nervous. After all, there were only fifteen of them, and the villagers gathered were almost two hundred, most of them with rudimentary but deadly farm tools and extremely unfriendly expressions.

And it's bad that the two sides are so close that there is not much room for weapons. If a conflict breaks out, each person can only kill or injure a maximum of one or two opponents, and they will be killed by the villagers who rush up, so they have to worry about their safety.

"Wen, the situation seems to be quite bad, what should we do?" A mercenary, apparently the squad leader, asked in a low voice, and then suggested, "Maybe we should fire a warning shot." ”

In fact, this was not just a suggestion, the commander had already decided that he would order his men to open fire if necessary, whether he agreed with it or not.

But it's definitely the worst option.

"Calm down, Senior Squad Leader Graff, keep your men calm and be sure not to shoot." However, he himself was quite alarmed—most of the hostile gaze was focused on him, making it difficult for him to compose. So instead of calling Graff "Mister" as he used to, he called him "Senior Squad Leader".

"If we shoot, we're dead." After a while, he nervously issued another warning.

Knowing that his warning was correct and that he was nervous, Graf smiled helplessly and gave orders to his soldiers. "Everyone, pay attention, no one will shoot without my orders, stay calm and move closer to me."

The mercenaries slowly retreated and gathered around Wendesi and Graf, raised their rifles, and formed a small defensive circle against the banyan tree behind them, while the villagers immediately filled their positions, surrounded them on the inside and on the outside.

The two sides confronted each other, clenching the weapons in their hands, staring at each other in silence and without saying a word, as if neither of them wanted to attack first. There was a stalemate for a while, maybe a few minutes, and then one of the villagers stepped forward and broke the silence. "What do you want to do?"

Actually, this question should be raised by me. Wen Deji thought as he replied, "We—"

"I didn't ask you." The villager pointed at Graff, "Let him speak." ”

"He doesn't know Chinese." Wen Deji said seriously, "And I'm the commander." ”

"Commander!" The villager who asked the question "snorted", and at the same time, Wen Desi also heard someone among the villagers scolding in a low voice: "Fake foreign devils." Then there was a "phew".

"Of course, I knew it was going to be like this." He sighed sadly, feeling once again that it had been a great mistake for him to return to China on a mission - but now was not the time for frustration. Wen Deji glanced at the mercenaries beside him, at the very least, he should bring these guys back intact without letting them hurt others.

It was hard, but he had to do both.

Wen Deji took a deep breath. "Ladies and gentlemen, you have also seen that we are just going to your village to post a notice, and we have no other meaning."

"What notice?" The villager who had just asked the question asked again. Obviously, even if he is not the village chief, he must be a more prestigious person in the village.

Or...... He is the kind of "good person" who is more troublesome and likes to stand up and uphold justice.

Wen Deji didn't know what kind of person he belonged to, but he still focused all his eyes on him. "It was an order issued by Admiral Mahan, Acting Governor of the Canton Bay Concession of the United States of America. The U.S. military has decided to build a barracks in Haitougang Village, so they want to expropriate your land......"

"Don't think!" The villager who asked the question shouted, "The foreign devils want to forcibly occupy our fields, and we will never agree." ”

Others shouted loudly to show that they fully agreed.

So he continued to say to Wen Desi: "You go back and tell the foreign devil surnamed Ma, just say that it was me Wu Dalong who said it, and let him stop beating our Haitou Port idea, otherwise no matter where he comes from, we will fight him to the end." ”

"Our boss and Colonel Mahan don't want to go to war with you," said Moon, trying to make himself appear sincere, "The U.S. government will compensate you for your losses......

"No matter how much money the foreign devils pay, we will never give up our land." Wu Dalong shouted again, and the other villagers also echoed loudly.

Wen Deji sighed. In addition to endless physical training and combat techniques, he learned many other things in San Diego's training camp, such as never rushing into a comment before someone else has finished speaking, let alone using the word "absolutely," which always puts himself in an awkward position.

Wen Desi glanced at Wu Dalong regretfully, and then announced: "Every family in Haitougang Village can get a hundred taels of silver-"

Almost instantly, the shouts of protest were reduced by at least half. Most of the villagers stopped, staring at him with suspicion and disbelief, and only a few were still shouting.

One hundred taels of silver. Of course, in the eyes of the U.S. government, this is nothing at all, just a little bit of meaning - but for these ordinary villagers, it is wonderful and intoxicating; One hundred taels of silver, this is undoubtedly a huge amount of money, and the vast majority of people can't earn so much money in their lifetime after hard work, and they have no reason not to be moved.

And at Yi Shui's suggestion, Mahan didn't take much of it. Thinking about the contents of the notice and the instructions given to him by his boss, he knew that the crisis would soon be resolved.

He repeated in an accentuated tone: "Acting Governor Colonel Mahan declares that as compensation for you, each of your families will receive a hundred taels of silver. Then he announced: "In addition, families who move out of Haitougang Village within three days will receive an additional compensation of twenty taels; If you move the ancestral tomb and ancestral hall, you can get another two hundred taels. ”

Now, the last bit of protest has also died down. The villagers, who had been shouting "never give the land to the foreign devil" in an emotional voice just now, all fell silent, stared at Wen Deji with wide eyes, and tried their best to find signs of lying on the face of this foreign devil's lackey.

Wen Deji noticed the expressions of the villagers and smiled to himself. There is no doubt that these people are already tempted, otherwise how would they care if he is lying? Of course, this is a good thing, the villagers accept the conditions, the task is successfully completed, and at the same time, they can lead everyone out of Haitougang Village safely. No weapons are needed, no one is harmed, and the happy ending is all happy.

After making himself happy for a while, Wen Deji finally said, "Fellow villagers," this time no one contradicted him, and the villagers listened quietly and expectantly, "Can you let us go?" ”

Undoubtedly, this sentence came as a surprise to every villager, and it was different from what they expected to hear. But since he had asked to leave, there seemed to be no reason to keep him and the Westerners here - after all, they had done nothing bad. So the villagers quickly moved out of the way.

But just as the mercenaries were leaving, Wu Dalong blocked the passage. "Wait." He glared at Wen Dehei, "You must be lying, and those conditions must have been made up by you in order to get out." He turned to the other villagers: "Don't believe this fake foreign devil—"

Wen Deji interrupted him. "What I just said, it's clearly written on the notice, why don't you read it yourself?"

"That's good," Wu Dalong turned around, "you say, why would the foreign devils be so kind and take such a large sum of money to let us move out?" ”

"How do I know?" Wen Deji thought depressedly, as a small person, how could he know Mahan's intentions? But obviously, he couldn't answer Wu Dalong's question like this. He thought for a moment and said, "Colonel Mahan's condition notice is very clear, and whether you believe it or not is your business. ”

"What if I don't believe me?" Wu Dalong asked.

"I told you, that's your own business." In fact, he should have added a "all the consequences are up to you" or some other warning, but Wen Deji was not trained in this area, so he did not do so.

He just said, "Brother Wu Dalong, can we leave?" ”

The answer is no. "You can't ......" but Wu Dalong's attitude was meaningless, because the other villagers had already dispersed. Many people gathered in front of the notice, but they did not read it—many of the words they did not recognize, but this did not prevent them from pointing at the notice and discussing the favorable conditions of the Westerners.

Of course, the villagers who were walking towards their homes were also talking about it. One hundred taels ...... No, one hundred and twenty taels...... No, three hundred and twenty taels, almost everyone is about to faint.

Only Wu Dalong, he still resolutely stood in front of Wen Desi and the Americans, but this is meaningless.

Wen Deji smiled apologetically at him, and then left with the mercenary. Their next target is the neighboring village of Kasumiyama, and this time, with experience, the problem will be solved quickly.

He thinks he can do that.

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