Chapter 208 The Death of Teller
"I don't know, I just saw it and came to report to you!" The officer whispered nervously: "I suggest that you immediately order the inspection of all incoming shells, but I don't think this can be hidden for long, it is a matter of time before the soldiers find out, so prepare early!" β
"You're right!" Teller nodded, "If they let Wallace shout loudly down there, we won't be able to cover everyone's ears." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info The reason they didn't do it was because they didn't want us to find out about the project, but luckily you found out earlier! β
"Yes second lieutenant, I'll go pick a few people I can trust to check the shells right away!" The officer, with Teller's permission, was about to turn around and go out. But I found that I didn't know when the door of the hall had been closed, and the soldiers greeted them, with gloomy faces, blocking the way out.
"What are you fools doing, get out of the way! Otherwise, I'm going to disembowel, rip out your intestines, and let you eat them yourself!" The officer shouted loudly as he reached for the sword at his waist, perhaps to embolden himself, perhaps to make it heard, but the thick gate cut off the sound, and the most people outside could hear was a buzzing sound.
The soldiers seemed to be deaf, and the officer was about to say more, but his eyes widened suddenlyβonly a muffled thud was heard, and a dagger was driven to his throat. The officer's hand was released from the hilt of his sword, and he struggled twice like a fish on a hook, and then fell face down on the table.
The one who threw the dagger was a veteran, who actually had only four fingers on his left hand, and he leaned down and pulled the dagger from the forehead of the deceased, and muttered: "You are too noisy, too impolite, only a dagger can teach you to know how to be polite!" β
"You're doing this for the five hundred gold ducats?" Teller stood up, and instead of reaching for his weapon like his freshly killed men, he stood as straight as he could, as majestic as he could. In a contemptuous tone, he said: "You are all a bunch of cowards who have surrendered to a group of infidels, betrayed their oaths and companions, and sold their souls. They won't give you a copper plate, and when the company's fleet arrives, you'll all hang yourself on the mast! God will punish you after death! β
The veteran shook his wrist, shook the blood off the blade, and whispered, "Fuck Ducat!" Fuck the company! Fuck the fleet! Fuck God! Since Teller you are not tired of living, Lao Tzu will satisfy you! "Blood came out from under the officer, and several red streams spread along the gaps in the long table." Lao Tzu wants to live, and he doesn't want to rot in this hellish place. β
The struggle ended almost instantly, and Teller pounced, grabbing the old soldier's dagger-holding wrist with a powerful right hand, and gouging out his eye with the other. Under Teller's steely right hand, the veteran let out a scream and let go of his right hand holding the dagger. Teller took the dagger and was about to stab his opponent to death, when the sharp pain from the vest crushed him. Another soldier stabbed him in the vest, and the people gathered around him, drawing his dagger and stabbing him indiscriminately. By the time the encirclement was reopened, Teller had fallen to the ground like a broken bag, his burly torso covered in wounds.
"This bastard, with so much force, is going to crush my wrists!" The old soldier scolded viciously, there was a long wound on his face, from the corner of his right eye to his cheek, the blood had already stained the right half of his face red, and he looked like a demon, very terrifying. It turned out that Thorler reached out to gouge out his eyes, and he subconsciously turned his head to the side to avoid it, if he moved a little slower, his right eye would be lost.
"Alright, old Andy, if you can't die, what should we do now?"
"Do what we have to do, you cut off Teller's head, if Wallace didn't lie, it's worth five hundred gold ducats!"
The group quickly cleaned up, cut off Teller's head, wrapped it in his tunics, and then climbed over the walls with a rope prepared in advance, and then fled over the terrible clearing to the besiegers' trench. When they saw the besiegers' battery, a light rain was falling in the gray-black sky, and the sentries did not fire, silently watching as these strange enemies approached, and the stench of rotting trees and corpses filled the air. Several horsemen ran over, the iron tips on the top of their helmets gleaming. Andy stopped and motioned for his companion to drop his weapon on the ground, indicating that he was not hostile.
"Who are you?" The cavalryman at the head was a brown-haired Catalans, and when he asked condescendingly on his horse, Andy lowered his head: "We are defectors, and in the morning we saw from the shells that if someone cut off the head of the second lieutenant Teller, he would save his life, and a reward of five hundred gold ducats!" β
"Oh? You killed him? The cavalryman's voice stirred.
"Is that true?" Andy asked nervously, no matter what he said just now, he still cares about this bounty very much in his heart, five hundred gold ducats is a lot of money, enough for several of them to have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of their lives.
"Of course it's true!" The cavalryman replied in a loud voice, "Where is the head?" β
Andy gestured, and the man behind him handed him the shirt with Teller's head wrapped around it, which he threw to the Catalans. When the cavalryman took his head, his tone became gentle: "You are such stubborn fellows, you are all hungry!" You two take them to the back and give them wine, bread, hot soup, and fish. β
"Yes, sir!"
Two days later, the St. Orange flag (Dutch flag) was lowered from Utrecht Fort, and all those who laid down their arms were treated well. The besiegers who controlled Fort Utrecht could condescendingly bombard the city with twelve- and eighteen-pounder cannons, while Governor Thomson, who was immersed in alcohol, could no longer control the remaining army, and he had to accept Dugu's offer - to lay down his arms and surrender the castle; The attacking side, on the other hand, guaranteed the safety of everyone's lives and provided enough ships for them to leave, and allowed them to take all public and private property with them. In mind, this was a bit more lenient, but it had been two months since the Dutch had sent out their messengers for help, and their reinforcements could arrive at any moment, so it was extremely important for the attackers to end the siege a day earlier.
"It's finally over!" When the ship carrying the Dutch disappeared into the sea, Du Gu turned around and looked relieved: "Mr. Lin, Major, we have finally done this!" β
"Yes!" Lin Heshui sighed: "It's finally done, Mr. Zhao's plan, Mr. Xiuning Chenger's silver, and the support of those adults, the burden on his shoulders has finally been put down!" β
Du Gu smiled, Lin Heshui's words just hit his heart, when he was ordered by Liu Cheng to leave Shaanxi and go southwest, he still had a lot of grievances in his heart. After all, after Liu Cheng killed Lin Dan Khan and Bu Lost Rabbit Khan, and formed an alliance with Gushi Khan and Baturtaiji, as long as he was not blind, he could see Liu Cheng's bright future in Daming. With his qualifications, he will not be able to mix the future of at least one general and deputy commander-in-chief, but in the battle on the river, he suffered a defeat, and saw that several juniors with less qualifications than him had caught up, but he was sent to the south thousands of miles away. This feeling of alienation is really not enough for outsiders, but as Zhao Youcai's plan in the southeast unfolds and Liu Cheng's resources to this side continue to grow, Du Gu gradually realizes that sending the Lord to this side is not alienation, but entrusted with the responsibility of the side, and the resentment in his heart has become a worry that he will not be able to do it well. After all, he was just an ordinary general under Liu Cheng at the beginning, and all he had to consider was to follow orders; And now Liu Cheng is thousands of miles away, unable to ask for instructions on everything, training soldiers, preparing ships for baggage, making decisions on the battlefield, and even fighting peace all have to be decided by him alone. As Lin Heshui said, it was not until the Dutchman's boat disappeared on the horizon that he felt the weight of a thousand pounds on his shoulders fall to the ground. He let out a long breath and was about to turn back, only to see Silva still standing on the edge of the dock, looking motionless at the sea. During this time, he and Silva suffered a lot for the siege of Geranza City, and their relationship became a lot closer, so he smiled and said, "Major, why are you still standing here stupidly?" The Dutch have already left, and if they stand any longer, they will become a hopeful stone! β
Silva smiled, and in his native language there was a metaphor similar to the "Wangfu Stone", but he understood what Du Gu meant: "General Du, you don't know, my home country is on the other side of the sea, and she is fighting fierce wars with many countries. β
"That's what happened!" Du Gu nodded: "Are you missing your relatives back home?" Worried they'll be attacked by fire? β
"Not really!" Silva smiled: "We are the number one country in Spain, even if we fight a war on someone else's soil, how can my family be attacked?" β
"Oh?" Du Gu was interested when he heard this, and said with a smile: "The first power, is it still stronger than our Ming Dynasty?" Anyway, now that you have nothing to do, why don't you set a table of wine, and tell us about the battle you are fighting? β
Silva refused, so he had to agree. Du Gu asked his soldiers to prepare wine and food in the house, and the three of them sat down in groups. After two glasses of wine, Silva's face flushed with a hint of redness, and he said with a smile: "General Du, although the Ming Dynasty is a big country in the world, my home country has a territory of thousands of miles, and it is no less than any country in the world, so we don't have to argue about the strength or weakness." If you want to talk about the battle being fought, General Du, I once heard a businessman of the Ming Kingdom say that 'the king calls the minister to die, and the minister has to die', do you think this sentence is correct? β
"That's nature!" Du Gu nodded: "The thunder, rain and dew are all the king's grace, and the order of the Son of Heaven, the subjects and the people naturally have to bow down and obey their orders." β
"The name of the monarch of my mother country is Philip, and he has a distant brother, but the emperor of another country is named Ferdinand, and the princes of my kingdom are domineering, and they do not obey orders and do not pay taxes. Ferdinand couldn't stand it, so he sent troops to conscript, but he didn't expect these princes to rebel, and after being defeated by the king's division, they colluded with foreign countries. Our monarch couldn't stand it, so he sent troops to help his brothers, and other countries also sent troops, and this battle has been fought for more than ten years! β
"These neighbors are so unreasonable!" Du Gu said angrily: "Everyone who is a rebel and a thief will be punished, what country does not have such a traitor?" But they sent troops to help, and if there was chaos in their country in the future, and other countries would also send troops, what would they think? Speaking of this, Dugu asked, "Could it be that this Dutchman is also involved?" β
A wry smile appeared on Silva's face: "This Dutch was originally a traitor to our country, and has been fighting with our country for decades. Although he did not directly send troops to the war, he took action in terms of money, ordnance, and food! β
"It's strange that you just said that the mother country is the first power, why haven't you wiped out the Dutch for decades?"
"General Du, don't you know, this Dutchman's land is close to the sea, the rivers are crisscrossed, and he is good at boating. Although Spain is a soldier, it is rare for it to show its strength, and many other countries are jealous of our country's strength and often obstruct it behind their backs, which is why it has dragged on for so many years! β
"No wonder you want to join forces with my Ming army to deal with the Dutch, I thought you were just fighting for the benefits of this trade!" Lin Heshui interjected.
"Mr. Lin's words are not wrong!" Silva laughed: "The Dutch are good at seafaring, and thirty or forty percent of their people depend on seafaring for their livelihood, and the reason why they have been able to resist our country for decades is because of the huge wealth of clippers and trade. The Netherlands, also known as the Low Countries, is a low-lying land that was originally a large swamp that took hundreds of years to build dikes and dig ditches to drain the stagnant water. Its towns are surrounded by rivers and forts, and if I come with a large army, these traitors will dig up the dikes and turn the land into a land of water. Instead of attacking their homeland, we should attack their fleets and colonies overseas, and as soon as their fleets are finished, the homeland will be defeated! β
Du Gu smiled: "So, although Silva is thousands of miles away, you are also fighting for your mother country?" β
"Not bad!" Speaking of this, Silva's spirits perked up, and he grabbed Du Gu's wrist and asked, "General Du, I once heard you say that your master is an extremely powerful man in your country, is this true or false?" β
"True or false?" Du Gu's eyebrows immediately raised: "Every word that comes out of our mouth is true, how can there be half a lie?" My family will be a well-known figure in the Ming Dynasty, even today's saint is often on his lips, and today's first assistant is even more leaning on his left and right hands, if he is not a marquis within five years, you gouged out my eyes! β
Although he did not know much about the politics of the Ming Kingdom, Silva regarded Dugu's answer as a guarantee, and he asked cautiously, "Can you arrange for me to meet your master once?" (To be continued.) )