"Captain, I hope you can cooperate with me to perform a maritime rescue operation perfectly." Liang Pengfei turned his head and smiled at Captain George. His white teeth shone like gems in the sun.

"Of course, I just hope that you can keep your promises like a gentleman." Captain George wiped the sweat from his forehead nervously. He was not afraid of the Spanish warships, but of this young leader who seemed to be a bit weird. When this guy looked at his eyes, he always reminded him of the lion he had seen in an Indian hunting event that he had bitten several strong hunting dogs and finally escaped. "God, I have no hatred with these Qing people." Captain George desperately drew a cross in his heart.

The Spanish fleet opposite had discovered the abnormality here, and the sailors on the warship moved quickly, while the Spanish soldiers took up their weapons and rushed to the deck from the ship's warehouse to look for cover. The cannon position of the sailboat was opened, and a dark black cannon stretched out from the opening of the cannon position, like the fangs of a giant beast in the dark. The two armed merchant ships behind were quickly approaching the treasure ship.

"Young master, it seems they have started preparing, what should I do?" Lu Yuan walked to Liang Pengfei and scratched his head under the wig. To be honest, putting on the hat made him feel like a pot lid facing the sky on his head.

"Well, it's good, it's time for me to take action." Liang Pengfei reached out and picked up a French flag, stood on the bow of the armed sailboat discovered by the other party, waved it vigorously, but with the other hand, he held a loud trumpet made of a copper basin on the ship and pointed it in his mouth: "Help!..." The fluent Spanish made him yell like an aria in an opera.

Just as he was waving the flag in his hand desperately with joy, Baron Edmund on the Spanish sailboat opposite put down the monocular in his hand and looked curious: "What is that guy holding in his hand? And he has a face exactly the same as those Chinese on Luzon?"

"His Excellency Baron, you should know that the French are now active in the southern coastal areas of Annan. There are many Chinese people there, so it is not surprising that there are a few Chinese mercenaries. You should know that the British have many local mercenaries in India." Lieutenant Colonel Louis next to him cleverly explained this.

"Although I like some British drama and art, I still hate those damn British guys." Baron Edmund showed disgust on his face. If it weren't for the British, how could the great Western Pakistan Empire go down? Maybe he could have become the governor of a new colony, rather than being able to finally get a hard job through his sister, as he is now.

"I keep the same view as you. Although the French hate it, the British are the most despicable." Lieutenant Colonel Louis wished he was the commander of the Invincible Armada, to use his talents and courage for the glory of Spain, rather than dealing with the treasures of Wang Bao all day long with these ignorant nobles.

"It is a miracle that their warship, my God, can even float on the water. What kind of naval battle have they suffered?" When they could see the scars of the French warship's hull with naked eyes, Baron Edmund couldn't help but raise his hand and cover his face, widened his eyes full of red silk, and the white powder on his face fell a lot, just like a coquettish old prostitute who discovered a beggar who actually wanted to mess with his own king chicken.

"They must have been injured and floated over the water, told the frigate to take alert, turn the rudder, let's lean on, and help the poor Frenchmen." Although Louis had worked as Captain Yunbao for many years, he was the elite of the Spanish Navy after all, and soon gave the correct order. The musketeers on the deck stood up from behind their respective bunkers, looking at the ship that looked like a pile of tattered French warships, and even pointed leisurely.

"Thank God, it seems that our prayers have taken effect. You must be the angels sent by God... On behalf of our respected captain, Sir George Comleley, I pay high respect to you." Liang Pengfei still chattered and flattered the Spanish people.

"Poor French people, they have always been as proud as a group of roosters, but now they are like little chickens falling into the pool." Hearing the tide of flattery sounds passing by, even Baron Edmund's face could not help but feel a sense of pride, and even felt that he was a birdman with wings, and the remnant defeated general on the ship opposite was crying and kissing his instep.

"Dear sir, can you swear that as long as this matter is over, I will let my crew go and I?" Captain George was still a little worried when he looked at the Spanish sailboat that had already leaned forward.

"Of course, I swear in the name of God." Liang Pengfei raised his hand seriously and issued a poisonous curse. For Liang Pengfei, swearing was simply a paper to wipe his butt, and throw it away after using it. If it really worked, he had already entered the oil pan in his previous life and even had his bones fryed.

Finally, when the two boats were connected, Liang Pengfei touched the short dagger hidden in the boot, took a deep breath, and the show was about to begin. He took the first step on the board that had been rigged over and walked over.

－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－

Liang Pengfei and Lu Yuan supported Captain George, and Shusheng Bai, who was carrying a musket, and Monk Chen, who was carrying a giant machete on his back, followed behind him, following the guidance of the first mate and walked towards the towering stern of the boat.

"Let's go down and welcome our French friends." Baron Edmund touched his hands gracefully. Next to him, his servant immediately handed a makeup box. Baron Edmund looked at his appearance again carefully before he walked along the stairs to the deck with satisfaction. Lieutenant Colonel Louis respectfully lag behind the baron half a seat.

"My dear French compatriots, I really didn't expect that this sea area would meet you. Look at your warships, my God, what kind of terrible misfortunes have you suffered?" Baron Edmund stopped when he walked a few steps away from Liang Pengfei and others, and pulled out a scarf and hid it in front of his mouth and nose. A nasty smell of blood made people almost unable to breathe.

"I am George Comge, the captain of the Elf warship. We are French warships stationed in Annan. We arrived in this area because we were chasing a group of damn British pirates. We were sure to win, but we didn't expect that they actually came to reinforcements. We tried our best and both sides were injured in the end. Fortunately, we finally survived. Thank you, my dear Spanish friends." Captain George's Spanish was not authentic, but at least it would make these Spanish understand. When Liang Pengfei and others supported Captain George and wanted to get closer to Louis and others, they were immediately stopped by the Spanish soldiers. Liang Pengfei had to stop in disappointment.

"This is the respected Baron Edmund, I am Lieutenant Colonel Louis, the captain of the Montreal. I express my deep condolences for your misfortune. Those damn British pirates should indeed go to hell." Lieutenant Colonel Louis agrees with Captain George's statement. "I have a question, why do you have so many Chinese soldiers?"

"Because we had just encountered an attack from a barbarian tribe in the Annan area, we had many of our companions killed and injured. In order to maintain our combat effectiveness, we had to select some reliable personnel to supplement the local area. The Chinese are smarter and more obedient than the natives." Liang Pengfei had already thought about this for George, so there was no flaw in his answer.

－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－
Chapter completed!