From the morning pursuit to the evening, Friedrich found himself following up to the enemy's lair. It is a bit of a shame to say that the Imperial Austrian Navy seems to be better at attacking cities than at fleet battles.

Because the target is big enough, and their firepower is fierce enough. The obvious trading port in front of him had no barrier to stop the Austrian fleet's attack.

Soon the harbor was in flames, and both Franz and Friedrich were convinced that the fleet they had encountered was the main force of the Omanis.

And the elimination of a country's main fleet is undoubtedly a huge blow to it. The Omani Navy will not be able to make a comeback for at least ten years, and naturally it will not send warships to continue the idea of attacking its own side.

The great man once said, "Beat the water dogs." Franz naturally understood the meaning, and at this time, the kindness to Oman would become the driving force for their revenge.

Breaking their backbones all at once will make these unruly guys much more peaceful, and later it will reduce unnecessary casualties.

With this in mind, Franz and Friedrich poured all the rockets they had brought on the port city in front of them.

Just as they were considering whether to send the Marines ashore to continue the clearance, a small Arab boat sailed out with a white flag.

"Stop fighting, let's surrender!" The bearded man with the white flag was crying, obviously frightened by the high intensity of the war.

"Who are you? What qualifications do you have to convince us! "Although it was very cool to win, Friedrich was really unhappy to be inexplicably involved in an unheard of war.

"I am Majid, son of Said the Great, governor of Zanzibar. We have really surrendered, and we ask you to stop fighting. The prince, who was usually one man and above ten thousand, prayed for peace in a pleading and whispering tone.

"Haha, it turns out that you are the leader here! Why didn't you inform us when you started a war without permission? I can't do too much to raze this city to the ground! ”

Friedrich decided that the man in front of him was the one who started it, and he was going to make a hard deal to go back and build a few more warships, and then come back and beat the bastard.

"It was Mayad Pasha who led the army against you, and it's none of our business. For the sake of the merciful Lord, please do not raze my city to the ground. ”

As the second son of Said, Majid grew up listening to the legend of the victory of the Omani Empire, and even the strongest British in the world avoided it in Mombasa.

He has always believed that his country is the third most powerful country in the world; The first is the Ottoman Empire, the second is the United Kingdom, and the third is the Omani Empire, and one day he will lead the invincible Omani Navy to rule the world.

However, the sight in front of him completely shattered Majid's dream. Flames burned across the city, and few ships managed to escape the Omani Empire.

After hearing the news of the fiasco, the king of kings, his father, Syd Said, who was sitting in the center of the palace, bowed his head and wept and asked him to go to the sea to ask for surrender. On this day, Majd's world collapsed, and he sat in a small boat, accompanied by one of his most trusted mute servants.

(Legend has it that every great sultan had a deaf-mute firing squad.) ）

The once prosperous port was now being consumed by crackling fire, and the remnants of the sun were like blood, and terrible explosives continued to fly out from those huge iron warships, throwing the city into the arms of fire again.

Majid raised a white flag aloft his dignity, shattering his dignity, but before he could grieve his heart, the cannonballs whistling past his ears shook the flag with all his might.

"You're right. What about my people, my ship, my losses! Friedrich roared.

"We are willing to compensate according to the price." The nature of the Arab merchant prompted Majid to utter such a phrase.

"Compensation according to the price? Pull that stupid prince up! Friedrich shouted.

The soldiers threw down the ladder to reach Majid's side, but instead of helping him up the ladder, they tied up the prince and pulled him up like a piece of cargo.

As he struggled to save his master, the dumb servant tried to stop the approaching soldier from kicking him into the sea, but the officer lost patience and drew his pistol.

Majid yelled "Don't come here, I'm fine!" ”

Franz, who was watching the play on the side of the boat, nodded approvingly, and he asked, "You are Majid?" Friedrich sat down at the negotiating table.

"Yes. We sincerely hope to double the compensation for your losses. Allah, believe me. Majid changed his previous wording, and at the same time was surprised by the young man of the other party.

He thought it would be an old and serious general, but he didn't expect it to be a little kid who didn't even have a beard.

(At that time, it was common for Arabs to grow beards, and there was a special meaning for the punishment of burning beards.) ）

"Do you think that having money will solve everything? What should I do with the lives of my soldiers? ”

Friedrich looked aggressive, but Majid, who was a cunning businessman, knew very well that the other party must have thought that he had not given enough money.

"Triple it! I am willing to pay three times the compensation for your losses, and I am willing to work with your country to maintain law and order in the western Indian Ocean and to fight the Zavasan pirates. ”

(The Zawasan pirates were once active in Arab pirate groups in the western Indian Ocean and the Persian Gulf.) ）

"Three?" Friedrich touched his chin, seeing that the other party agreed to four times so happily, it should not be a problem, it is better to let the adjutant report the battle damage first.

"Andrey!"

The comprehending adjutant hurriedly ran to Friedrich's side, sometimes loudly and sometimes whispering, "Grand Duke, we can't promise them, we are too bad."

Although not a single ship sank, and even the only one was in the eastern Indian Ocean, there were more than 300 casualties in this naval battle.

The damage to the flagship of the five capital ships was more serious, but the loss of ammunition was not small; The conflict consumed several hundred tons, and 10,000 rockets were empty. ”

After Friedrich roughly calculated the account, he felt that 2 million florins was more appropriate, so he beckoned, and then whispered, "Franz, the compensation demanded by our navy cannot be less than two million florins." The rest is up to you. ”

Franz nodded, walked over to the negotiating table and sat down.

"Who are you?" Majid asked, confused.

"Our chief." Friedrich introduced it in an easy-to-understand word.

Now Majid was even more shocked, the one just now may have looked younger, and this time this time he was completely a child, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "It's really more popular than people." ”

"We need your £1,000,000 in compensation and cede all the territory south of Bagamoyo."

"I'm sorry, but this is completely beyond our country's ability to pay. Moreover, the territory south of Bagamoyo belongs to several different families, and we cannot determine for the time being. ”

"Then we can use our methods to convince those families, what do you think?"

Franz demanded a sky-high price, Majid sat on the ground and paid back, and after some bargaining, the Treaty of Zanzibar was finally signed.

That is, the Omani Empire compensated the Austrian Empire with 500,000 pounds sterling and ceded the area south of Bagamoyo to Austria. On the date of the signing of the agreement, the parties cease hostilities.

(End of chapter)