Chapter 313: Caopu Street surrender ceremony!

Through the car window glass, Groning's eyes searched on the dock, trying to see who was the leader of these brave Chinese soldiers. At this time, although the sun had not yet appeared, the sky had begun to disperse the dark side and became clear.

Groning's brow frowned slightly, and his eyes fell on a young man on the dock. He was young, tall and upright. Even though he was lazily leaning against a mast on a dock, he was surrounded by brave and battle-prone warriors standing beside him. But everyone would look at him at the first glance. He was like a lion king resting on a large meadow, licking the blood of the prey at the corner of his mouth with his tongue, and staring at the plump lamb under the slope with a scattered and dangerous look.

"He is Liang Pengfei." Groning pointed in that direction with some uncertainty and asked Van Persie who was sitting next to him. "That's right, it's him." Van Persie nodded affirmatively.

"The guy who is so young when doing things is so young... it's so unbelievable." Groning sighed deeply. Although he was still sad for the thousands of dead Dutch soldiers and even more sad about the tragic situation in Jakarta, he had no choice but to take the culprit in front of him.

At this time, one hand was placed on his big hand that was clenched into a fist. "Governor, please think about the nearly 100,000 Dutch people who survive in South China." Old Van Persie's voice sounded in his ears.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything stupid. After all, my family is here too." Groning raised his head and nodded gratefully to Van Persie Old, and smiled.

"They are here." Sun Shijie tried hard to straighten his body. For some reason, at this moment, Sun Shijie felt like a student who was about to stand up and recite the text in front of the teacher and classmates. He was very nervous and excited. He glanced at Ni Ming beside him and found that Ni Ming's expression was not much better than him. His mouth was tightly pursed, and his eyes were wide open, as if he was afraid of missing any details.

"Dear Head, I am the Marquis of Groning, the Governor of the Dutch colony, to greet you." He jumped out of the carriage, took the clean robe that had been changed, and walked a few steps away from Liang Pengfei. The Marquis of Groning, the Governor of the Dutch colony, bent his waist humbly to Liang Pengfei.

"Marquis Groning, I would like to greet you. I don't know if Mr. Van Persie has already passed on all my requests to you." Liang Pengfei reached out and pulled away the full alert Scholar Bai, walked to Groning, held his hands and looked up at the arrogant emperor of the South China Sea who had once called the wind and rain in the South China Sea.

"Of course, Mr. Van Persie has told me all your conditions one by one, and I am here to give you my sincerity and agree to all your conditions." Groning's fists were tightly pinched until his fingertips turned pale, but his tone was particularly respectful, as if not only a Chinese pirate standing in front of him, but the lofty king of their Kingdom of Dutch.

Hearing his answer, some of the generals behind Liang Pengfei couldn't help but cheer, while Sun Shijie gritted his teeth and waved the fist in his hand hard, so excited that he was extremely excited.

Liang Pengfei's lips bent slightly, and his smile gradually spread: "Since that's the case, I'm relieved. The Jakarta city gate has not yet been settled. Let's do this. I'll give you two days. In two days, Liang Pengfei, the head of the Chinese Federation, will accept your honorary success in Caopu Street."

"What!" Groning couldn't help but raise his head suddenly, with indescribable humiliation and anger on his face. Caopu Street was a slum in the minds of the Dutch in Jakarta, synonymous with dirty and lowly. The Chinese there were only worthy of being a livestock in exchange for poor food or coins that could make a living.

Now, the smiling Chinese pirate in front of him was actually going to hold a surrender ceremony on Caopu Street. This was definitely a naked provocation and humiliation, and a humiliation to the Netherlands Kingdom.

Liang Pengfei turned a blind eye to Groning's hideous expression, but just raised his head and looked to the east. The smile on his face gradually faded: "That direction should be Chilion Creek."

"Yes, yourselves." Van Persie quickly interrupted. He had seen Groning's expression and knew that the Governor was trying to suppress his temper at this moment. He did not want the tens of thousands of Dutch people in Jakarta to become victims because of Groning's stupidity.

"I remember, well, according to your Western era, it should be that in 1740, an extremely fierce battle occurred here. In the end, tens of thousands of Chinese died tragically in the Chillion Creek. Their blood even dyed the water of the broad stream, which was more than ten meters wide, red. I wonder if my memory is wrong." Liang Pengfei's voice was very low and his tone was equally dull, but Van Persie felt that he smelled a bloody smell that was so strong that it made people dizzy, and a terrifying smell that made people tremble.

"... Master, I agree with your request. I just hope you can guarantee the safety of our Dutch people." Groning, who also heard the smell, was instantly angry as if he was poured from his head by a large bucket of blood wrapped in cold ice, pouring his heart cold.

Seeing Liang Peng's flying eyes beating with a strange cold light, Groning's heart almost stopped beating: "I agree to give you and all the Chinese in Caopu Street."

"It seems that you are not an idiot. This makes me feel a little regretful. However, since you have agreed to the request I have made, then, let's go. Two days later, I hope to see you wearing your neat and gorgeous military uniforms, carrying your guns, knocking on your passionate snare drums, coming to Caopu Street, surrendering to us." Liang Pengfei did not look at the Dutch governor again, turned around and left, leaving only an arrogant and majestic figure, deeply engraved in the souls of Van Persie and Groning.

On the morning of July 1, 1793, it was very early. After a whole night of fear, it calmed down for a day and a night. That morning, all the Chinese residents in Caopu Street got up early, washing and dressing happily. Whether men, women, young and old, they all wore their most beautiful clothes and dressed up like New Year's Day. They dressed in their most beautiful clothes and made the most appropriate dress. After going out with their homes, they called their friends and walked towards the large open space outside Caopu Street.

"Dad, do you think Brother Zheng is inside?" Xiaoxiu was wearing a yellow dress today. The bright redness on her beautiful face had never faded. She didn't know where the stimulating spirit of the past had gone. She raised her jasper-like steps in the ground, grabbed her grandmother's hand tightly. Her intoxicating Qiushui eyes were raised from time to time, and then she quickly lowered her thick eyelashes.

"I don't know, but your elder brother Zheng should be here. Haha, this kid is actually a dignified company commander, promising, Xiaoxiu, your vision is indeed better than your father." Huang Tiancheng stroked his neat beard and looked happy, even the bird swallows on the tree could feel it.

"Boss Huang, congratulations, your Xiaoxiu is really blessed." At this time, a Chinese man in his fifties dressed in a gentleman not far away stroked the three long whiskers under his chin and strode high.

"Oh, it's actually Wang Juren, I'm so respectful." After seeing the appearance of the visitor, Huang Tianwan was a little surprised and quickly stepped forward and held his fist to the Juren with the highest level of education in Caopu Street.

"No need to do this. I am a juren who happened more than ten or twenty years ago, and this is not the territory of the Qing Dynasty. Any juren who is not a juren is just a scholar. Boss Huang should not kill me." The middle-aged man with frizzy temples replied with a smile. "Last night, I heard that my boy said that the company commander Zheng came to ask for marriage in person. Hahaha, almost alarmed most of our Caopu Street."

"This daughter... is good at everything, but she is a little too stingy. I'm afraid it will be in the future. Alas..." Huang Tiancheng's eyes almost narrowed into thin slits like crescent moons, but he was still complaining about his daughter in his mouth.

Hearing the shy Xiao Xiu over there, he pouted in dissatisfaction, and didn't know what to say in her grandmother's ear. The old man smiled so hard that even his wrinkles bloomed, and he shook his head. Next to him, Mr. Huang deliberately looked straight: "Xiao Xiu, I heard your father say nothing. If you really become the wife of the Zheng family in the future, your wild girl's temper must be changed..."

"Look, look!" At this moment, someone suddenly shouted loudly among the crowd walking in front of him: "There are so many Liang family troops over there!"

Hearing this voice, even Huang Tiancheng and the Juren Wang quickly said goodbye to each other, lifted their fronts and rushed out of the street.

When they all walked to the open space, they were shocked to find that there were countless Liang family troops standing at attention standing around the open space, the shiny steel helmet, and the gun forest composed of bayonets reflecting dazzling sunlight on the spear in their hands.

Without a trace of noise or whisper, they were as solemn as green pine and bamboo that were steeping into the clouds. The cold light of the weapons in their hands indicated that they could launch a fierce attack on the enemy at any time.

A solemn atmosphere rose from the hearts of all Chinese people, but soon, in addition to being surprised, they were more happy, because these soldiers were all like them, with black hair and dark eyes, Chinese faces and passionate eyes, and their proud and tall bodies seemed to be proclaiming to everyone that they were a proud army, an army that all Chinese in the world would be proud of.
Chapter completed!