Chapter 133 (Part 1)

"The artillery fire is so beautiful in the dark, but it reminds me of a famous poem, "The fire tree and the silver flowers never sleep..." Master Liang snorted and he was irritated. After holding it for a long time, he was so anxious that he couldn't remember what the next sentence was. "My sun..." Master Liang cursed in anger.

Beside him, the county magistrate Chen, who had a black line, wanted to speak, but was afraid of scattering the interest of Young Master Liang, the amateur poet, so he had to make a fortune in silence, pretending to be unheard.

Fortunately, there was a county magistrate Chen standing beside him, and the lingering sound of the artillery fire was still rumbling in his ears, otherwise Mr. Liang would have lost face again.

After coughing twice, Liang Pengfei raised his arm. All the cannons stopped shooting instantly as if they had received new instructions. The two armed merchant ships trapped dozens of yards from the dock were already broken like ghost ships in the West, with sails ripped holes everywhere and the hull was like honeycombs.

"Send the order to me, let go of my weapons, surrender immediately. Within a quarter of an hour, if I don't raise the white flag, I will sank all the ships and kill all the barbarians." Liang Pengfei's order was quickly implemented, and dozens of soldiers who knew foreign languages ​​then started to scream loudly, their voices neatly and loudly, just like the chorus of the Yellow River, full of momentum and fighting spirit in the smoke of the cannons.

At the same time, the same persuasion sounded on the Xin'an Navy Camp warships that had forced the three armed merchant ships moored about a little far from the coast.

Looking at the twenty or so boats that opened all the gun windows and pushed out the guns. The dark muzzle in the moonlight with a dark and cold light, Sharka shivered as if he had malaria.

"Quick, let's raise the white flag, we surrender, we surrender!" Sharka is not a brave and fearless warrior. Although he once saw some merchant ships with single power at sea, he occasionally played a pirate or two, he was still just a merchant. Greed can make them encourage and bribe others to gain greater benefits for them, and cowardice also makes them afraid of more powerful and more barbaric forces than them.

"My sun actually surrendered." Wu Qianjin saw the white flag that was rising quickly on the mast, and his eyes were filled with stars. The boiling blood behind him was about to enter the battle, drinking the enemy's blood and harvesting fresh life. After seeing the white flag, the expression of disappointment and grief was like a group of defiled prisoners who had just been released from prison rushed to the brothel opposite the prison, ready to vent well, but when he arrived in front of the door, he saw the notice of a day off for a closure on Women's Day.

"Damn it, I wouldn't have called it if I had known it. These guys are softer than girls." Wu Qian complained vigorously, while slashing the sword that had never been drunk in the blood in the wind. "I'm telling brothers to prepare to board the ship, remember the orders of the young master, and those who resist will be killed on the spot!"

"Yes!" The tough men on the twenty ships roared in unison, like thunder, shaking the night sky and the waves. In a sharp contrast with the British who were in a panic, who didn't know what their fate would be, and who were filled with fear and uneasiness.

The sky gradually became brighter, and the moon seemed to have dispersed the light borrowed from the sun and shyly penetrated into the water. Although the rising sun had not yet come out, the sky had already begun to show light. In the distance, the seabirds were flying busy and began to run for the new day. The green trees on the beach twisted and danced rhythmically under the sea breeze.

On that simple dock, a large group of people were working hard to carry all the goods from the five armed merchant ships onto the coast. The boxes of wooden boxes with the logo of the British East India Company were placed on a high ground on the beach, and they were neatly scrambled.

Squeak... Liang Pengfei used a sharp knife to sled two wooden strips to reveal the weeds on the lining. After pulling out the weeds, you can see the clumps of cooked opium wrapped in cloth inside. Seeing these things, Liang Pengfei's hand holding the dagger tightened again, and his fingertips turned white.

"This is opium!" Liang Pengfei smiled coldly, turned his head, and looked at the more than 200 British men with their hands tied up and kneeling on the beach. His eyes were as cold as the north wind roaring on the Himalayas, as if it could freeze the souls.

"You are Sharka, a port-footed businessman who is engaged in Qing Dynasty trade for the British East India Company." Liang Pengfei walked to the ground with his knees, his hands tied to Sharka behind him, and showed a kind expression, and reached out to pat Sharka's face.

"My lord, I am a citizen of the British Empire. You can't do this. Do you know that you are punished for violating international trade laws and seizing legitimate traders." Sharka raised his face, his coat was thrown away. His white shirt was wrapped in mud, and his plump figure was like a pig about to be slaughtered. His gray eyes were flashing, full of shame, anger and reluctance, and the fear of the Qing soldiers who were armed with live ammunition behind Liang Pengfei.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, it sounds better than singing. Dear Mr. Sharka, you said you are a merchant engaged in legitimate trade, so why don't you go to Guangzhou? It is the port of our Qing Dynasty's foreign trade. Instead, you run to my territory in the middle of the night. What's this for?" Liang Pengfei smiled and took the little stool handed over by Sharka, and sat directly opposite Sharka. Behind, the British guys looked at Liang Pengfei with hatred and fear. They also saw that Liang Pengfei, wearing the sixth-rank Qing Dynasty official robe, should be the head of the here.

"That's because our ship deviated from the channel and saw fire here, so we decided to come and dock first, and wait for dawn before departure." Sharka did not expect that Liang Pengfei, the Qing official who captured them, was so excited. The merchant's mind suddenly became flexible again: "Dear general, we are legitimate merchants holding trade certificates. If you release us now, this will avoid an international dispute."

"International dispute!" Liang Pengfei couldn't help but laugh: "I'm Sun's international dispute, I just like to create international disputes."

Hearing this, Sharka felt that the young military officer from the Qing Dynasty, who seemed to be an ignorant fool, and actually liked to create international disputes. "It seems that although this idiot from the Qing Dynasty knows French, he does not understand the meaning of our Western vocabulary."

"Mr. Governor, we have unloaded all the goods and counted them. There are 3,523 boxes in total. Some opium scattered in the boxes were broken by artillery. I am afraid there are thousands of kilograms, and some have already sunk into the sea." Wu Liang walked to Liang Pengfei excitedly and reported the smuggled items he had harvested.

"It's so much." Liang Pengfei couldn't help but hopped his eyes. "Each box of 100 kilograms, and these more than 3500 boxes are 350,000 kilograms. Even if it's used as food, it will cost about 300,000 people per person per kilogram."

"Young master, in the tobacco restaurant in Guangzhou, one tael of opium is worth one tael of silver. Even if it is sold by pound, it is probably no less than ten taels of silver per pound." Bai Shusheng said beside Liang Pengfei.

The eyes of the County Magistrate Chen, who was standing behind Liang Pengfei, almost bulged out of his eyes: "My God, this pound of opium costs ten taels of silver, wouldn't it cost more than three million taels of silver here?"

"More than three million taels of silver. Why don't you calculate how many lives it takes?" Liang Pengfei's eyes coldly glanced at the County Magistrate Chen, and his voice was so cold that he was afraid of people. County Magistrate Chen quickly lowered his head: "Sir, I'll teach you a lesson, the magistrate..."

Liang Pengfei withdrew his gaze and fell on Sharka. "Mr. Sharka, you said you are a serious businessman, do you know that according to my Qing Dynasty law, any opium smuggler will snatch it."

"We did not smuggle. I was just passing by the sea of ​​your country. I can swear to God, General." Sharka saw the murderous intent and coldness that radiated from Liang Pengfei's smiling face, and couldn't help but mumble loudly. His face, which had once been uneven in the ceiling, was distorted and deformed because of fear.

He never thought that he would die in the East, nor did he think that he would die at the hands of officials in this country who had never been looked down upon.

"You're sure." Liang Pengfei raised his body sideways, stared at Sharka's eyes very seriously and asked again.

"I'm sure, I'm very sure, respected general, I can swear in the name of my grandmother that I'm really just passing by the territory and seas of your country." It's like a drowning person who sees a hanging thing, whether it's a spiked wooden stick or a rope, trying hard to catch it, no matter what, let's talk about it first.

"So that's it. I've said it earlier. Scholar Bai, let's loosen up Mr. Sharka." Liang Pengfei patted Sharka's shoulder and said to Scholar Bai standing beside him.

Bai Shusheng didn't react at once and looked at his young master stupidly. Not to mention him, Wu Liang and the County Magistrate Chen were also as if they were thunder and lightning were hit by the nerves, and they looked at Master Liang stupidly.

"What are you looking at? Why don't you let this Mr. Sharka loosen his ties!" Liang Pengfei glared at him and said in a bad voice.

Bai Shusheng rolled his eyes, nodded in disappointment, walked up to him, kicked Sharka to the ground, then pulled out the short knife around his waist and cut the rope open. "Sunday, you're lucky. My young master is in a good mood today."

"Thank you very much for your kindness. Can you release all my subordinates?" Sharkag grinned and rubbed the bruises on his wrist. After confirming that he was really out of danger of his life, he let out a long breath and made his request to Liang Pengfei.

"Okay, scholar, let's let them loose all their people." Liang Pengfei tilted his head. Soon, these British guys were surprised to find that they all had the freedom of their hands and feet. The fear on their original faces finally dissipated, replaced by the excitement and pride that survived the disaster.

At this time, Liang Pengfei seemed to remember something, picked up a short musket from the side, pulled the trigger, walked staggeringly to Sharka, and said in a low and affectionate manner: "Mr. Sharka, do you know. Before I traveled to this world, I once made an oath to the Opium War Memorial Hall..."
Chapter completed!