At this time, the carriage had arrived at its destination. Jillins accompanied Tesson and the others down, carefully stepped up the steps, and led the way for Tesson in front. In the living room of this gorgeous mansion, a seven-course meal was waiting for them. Jillins was in a surprisingly good mood at this time. It was so easy to reach a preliminary consensus with an important figure like Tesson on the issue of Myanmar, which was really something Jillins had not expected. Of course, he understood that for a true British gentleman, the discussion of the informal occasion just now did not strictly represent anything. After all, Tesson did not make any promises as a special envoy. Everything he said was just a little personal tendency, but no matter what, it was a wonderful beginning, right?

"Gillins, this tuna is amazing. I swear to God that you have a great chef!" Telson stroked his belly with satisfaction, and it was filled with all kinds of delicious dishes.

"Terson! Let's have some more dessert?" Jillins smiled and said, "This is made of coconut milk, milk and several local berries, and the taste is great!"

"Oh! I believe what you said, but I really can't eat it!" Texen shook his head and raised his hand slightly so that the Burmese servant beside him skillfully packed the plates full of food residues in front of him, and said with a smile: "You live like a real king here. I now understand why you are so keen to conquer this colony."

"Terson, don't say that, it seems like I am conquering a country for the sake of greed!"

"What's this? Didn't the great Magellan bypass the Cape of Good Hope in search of spices? There is no necessary connection between the greatness of the goal and the motive of the motive!" Telson stood up and glanced over the gorgeous furnishings in the house. The walls of the dining room were filled with various precious Burmese-style vessels and weapons, making the whole room full of exotic atmosphere. Gillins walked to Telson, took a golden snake-shaped sword from the wall, pulled out the scabbard, handed it to his opponent, and whispered: "This Malays sword, one of the gifts given to me by the usurper, is said to be the sword of the last king of the Tohyu Dynasty. If you can help him return to Mandalay, I believe he will not be stingy."

The sun shone on the bent blade of the Malays sword, reflecting a brilliant light. Texen played with it twice and handed it back to Jilins, but smiled and didn't say anything. Just now, a sudden burst of footsteps came from outside. An officer walked into the dining room quickly, saluted Jilins, and said in a hurry: "Your Excellency, the people of Shun have taken action. Their army has entered the area of ​​Zhiqi and is heading towards Bagan, the temporary capital of King Mengji of Myanmar."

"What? The Shun people dared to take action first? Didn't our squadron block the water surface of the Irrawaddy River and expressed neutrality, prohibiting any party in the civil war from using the water to transport personnel, weapons and food?"

"Your Excellency, the Shun people have captured our Pharaoh, and have announced to the Irrawaddy Squadron of the Empire: As the supreme representative of the suzerain of Myanmar in Myanmar, he himself has the obligation and power to eliminate usurpers on the territory of Myanmar, and will protect the lives and property of British expatriates in accordance with the provisions of the 1861 Shun Ying Hong Kong Treaty. Given that the Pharaoh's actions have actually helped the usurpers, he decided to confiscate the ship for the time being and return the ship to the British Empire intact after the usurpers are eliminated!"

After listening to the officer's statement, even if Jilins did not look in the mirror, he knew that his face must be very exciting at this moment. He turned his face and stared straight at Telson. Telson's face was very calm. He made a gesture and whispered: "Let Mr. Jilins and I stay alone for a while!"

"Gillins, it seems that your judgment of this country is very predictive now!" Telson's voice was not loud, but everyone seemed to be clear in the dining room where only two people were left. He pulled out the Malays sword just now, waved it twice, and said, "Civilization must not show weakness to the barbarism!"

Time goes back five days ago.

Major Michel was lazily lying on a rattan chair on the back deck of the "Pharaoh". At five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun in Myanmar had weakened a lot through the awning above his head, and it was particularly comfortable to shine on him. Next to the rattan chair was a very fat Scottish shepherd. The dog named "Gabby" was Michel's pet. He was sticking out his tongue and panting, and licking his owner's hanging right hand from time to time.

A non-commissioned officer walked quickly to Major Michelle and saluted, "Major! The 'Pharaoh' has reached the northernmost patrol point. Do you want to turn around and go back?"

Michel stood up, and as the commander of the fleet of this pocket squadron, he had three steam gunboats under his command - the Pharaoh, Thebes and the Priest. These three iron-shelled wooden bone ships with a displacement of only 150 tons and 130 tons respectively, each equipped with three eight-pound rifled guns and two eleven-mm caliber Green guns. Major Michel's order from his superiors was to command these three ships to block the surface traffic on the Irrawaddy River and prevent the transport of grain and salt from the middle and lower reaches to Mandalay. At the same time, if the martial arts of the people of the Shun Kingdom were to

When the force moved south, he cut off all their transport fleets and forced them to give up the invasion. In the view of the arrogant Major Michel, it was very easy to complete this task. After all, compared to the Shun and the Burmese people who might have those completely outdated ships, these three lonely ships were undoubtedly overlords in the current middle and lower reaches of the Irrawaddy River. So he separated the three ships and took turns patrolling the water surface. After all, one ship was enough to complete the task, and both boilers and ships needed maintenance.

Michelle walked towards the side of the boat: the wide level of the Irrawaddy River was calm, and even the water and grass on the shore were silent. He shook his head bored - this was really a boring task. If the people of Shunguo came to a few boats, they could educate them with eight-pound cannons, so that these yellow-skinned and slanted-eyed guys knew who was the real master on the water. At this time, Gabby called out twice, and Michelle squatted down and grabbed the fur on his beloved dog's neck twice, and smiled: "It's almost time for supper, are you hungry?"

Gaby seemed to understand what the owner meant, and shouted twice. Michelle smiled and stroked the dog's fur twice, stood up, and ordered: "Turn around Liangjiangkou for a while, then turn the bow of the ship and return to the dock!"

"Yes, Major!"

The "Pharaoh" was like his name, a pharaoh patrolling his empire, slowly heading north on the Irrawaddy River at a speed of three knots. The sound of the steam engine was far away along the quiet water. The British soldiers and sailors on the ship were also lazy, most of them were thinking about the curry rice and pineapple wine on the dock. In front of them was the mouth of the two rivers mentioned by the major, and a tributary flowed into the Irrawaddy River. The first mate looked at the sailors on the deck and was about to pull the whistle and turned around. Suddenly, a shout came from the lookout whistle: "There is a ship!"

The first mate hurriedly ran up the bridge, pulled out the monocular lens from his waist, and looked along the direction of his fingers. He saw more than a dozen small boats rowing into the Irrawaddy River along the tributary, and the distance between the two sides was only three or four miles away. From the telescope, the first mate could even clearly see the panicked face of the sailor on the deck over there, and obviously also found his existence.

The first mate quickly ran to Michelle and shouted: "Major! I found that there was a target, it should be a smuggling ship!" The rebellion and the British blockade cut off the normal economic ties between north and south Myanmar, but the teak, jade and tin mines produced in Upper Myanmar were still continuously produced, and rice and salt were also needed to go to Myanmar. So many merchants hired desperate people to smuggle the products from Myanmar to Myanmar in exchange for rice and salt to transport them back to Myanmar, making huge profits.

Michel took the telescope and looked in the direction of the eldest deputy's finger. The ships had turned their bows and drove towards the way. Michel turned around and rushed into the captain's room, pulled the whistle violently, and shouted loudly: "Speed ​​Eight Knots, Northwest direction!"

The Pharaoh is like a toy with a tightly-sprung tight, and acted quickly. The sailors threw a shovel of high-quality anthracite into the boiler. The energy generated by the burning of anthracite was transmitted to the propeller at the tail through the water vapor in the boiler. The Pharaoh was like a lion awakened, and his speed was getting faster and faster, chasing towards the direction of the ships. Although the people on the boats tried their best to row, raise the sails, and even put some cargo into the water to reduce the load, the distance between the two sides was still shortening, and the distance between the two sides had been shortened to only about one thousand meters. Michel turned and ordered the gunman: "The bow gun is aimed at the enemy ship and test-fired one shot at the front of the enemy ship to show a warning!"

With a cannon, the shells cut through the sky above the escaped ships and fell into the water less than two hundred meters ahead of them, splashing water all over the sky. Without any words, the escapee understood the meaning of the pursuer - if he didn't stop immediately for inspection, the next shell wouldn't have been so crooked.

"Major, the first few ships are filled with tin ore, and the back is teak. These people should have smuggled tin ore and teak to Lower Myanmar for rice!" A sailor reported to Michelle with excitement. Each sailor in these captures could get one. Of course, the officers took the big head, but the sailors on the ship could also get a allowance equivalent to 10% of the total cargo. The cargo on these dozen ships is not a small amount, at least worth half a year of their salary, and it can be considered a small fortune.

"Very good!" Michelle reservedly stroked the smooth fur on her dog's neck, and obtained this unexpected gain when she was about to return, which made him feel better: "Seal all the goods, tell the children on the boat to do it well, and when I return to the dock, I will invite everyone to have a drink at 'Madame Tomba'!"

"Yes, sir!" The soldier stood up straight. "Madame Tomba" was the name of a tavern on the pier. Just as most of the main customers were sailors and soldiers' pier, the wine was expensive and poor. But given that Major Michel had fifteen percent of the dry stakes in the "Madame Tomba" pier, the major naturally instinctively placed the reward for the soldiers there.
Chapter completed!