A Spanish galleon, watched by a group of Ming Dynasty warships, slowly sailed into Liao Port.
This is the first time since the war that the officers and soldiers of both sides have reached a distance where they can clearly see each other's faces without attacking each other. Although all the soldiers on this Spanish sailing ship know that their safety depends on the other side's top general.
Guarantee, but looking at the dark muzzles of those Ming warships facing me, I still feel a little chilly in my heart. If any Ming officers and soldiers can get on their sailboats at this moment, they will find that these people are standing on the side of the ship watching
The soldiers who looked mighty and majestic had their upper bodies upright, but inside the side of the ship, where the officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty could not see it, some of them had legs that were shaking slightly.
"Bang!"
There was a sudden sound of gunfire, and these Spanish soldiers who stood upright were like frightened rabbits. They scattered from the side of the ship. Some hid under the side of the ship, some rushed directly to the gun cabin, and some did not know.
What they were doing was yelling and running around on the deck. This situation made the soldiers on the Ming warship who were watching them burst into laughter.
The commander on the ship, the highest representative in this negotiation, General Alva, the deputy to the commander of the Spanish Expeditionary Fleet, Lord San Anzi, had already discovered that the sudden sound of cannons was coming when he calmed down from the initial panic.
It was not an attack on his warship. It seemed more like the sound of cannons fired from the mountains in the distance. Their target direction was not even the port at all. He did not see any cannonballs hitting the target within his line of sight.
Or signs of falling into the water.
Seeing the hurried reactions of his crew and soldiers, and hearing the unbridled ridicule of those Ming soldiers, his face looked like the bottom of a pot after the soldiers had finished making dinner. The Ming people used this method to punish them.
The method of displaying power is indeed a bit despicable, but the performance of his own crew and soldiers is really too bad. This is not a well-trained Spanish Royal Navy, they are just a group of people who have been at sea for three or two years.
The pirates are also braver than them.
The negotiation place was in a large house on the dock. It was obvious that this house had just been built. There were neatly repaired parts on some of the wood, and there was a faint greenery, but that was only
Moss found only in rainforests.
However, Alva did not take these simple things to heart. He could negotiate on this dock according to their requirements instead of going to their hinterland. The other party had already made a good start in this regard. As for staying overnight
, thinking about it, the other party did not make arrangements for them. They negotiated during the day and returned to their own ship to spend the night. How to arrange this? Alva had already thought about it clearly on the way here.
Of course, there must be some protest. This inexplicable shot just now made Alva feel humiliated. So, when he saw the other general coming in and sitting in front of him, he stood up and
He started chirping at the other party.
"Protest, I want to make a serious protest. You promise that during the negotiation, both of us must exercise restraint and not engage in any confrontational behavior. You must respond to the sudden shelling when we arrived at your port just now.
Come up with a reasonable explanation!”
"Oh, you're talking about that!" Olivia looked at this guy with a gray beard and nodded seriously: "Our general's guarantee is only between you and my army, but the Siamese garrison
Daily chores are not within the scope of our general's guarantee!"
He looked at Alva and suddenly smiled: "Actually, you didn't do any substantial harm, right?"
As the host, Walli had the honor to participate in this negotiation. Although he was just a character who could not speak and listen, when he heard Olivia mentioning him, he nodded towards Alva with great satisfaction, as if he was afraid
Alva didn't know he was Siamese.
"Prince Wali, the garrison here is commanded by him. If General Alva intends to pursue the actions of the Siam garrison, he might as well wait until the negotiations between us are completed and directly declare war on the Kingdom of Siam!"
Olivia introduced Wall-E to Alva: "Or, after you declare war, have another fight. We, the Ming Dynasty, have no objection. We can wait for you to decide the winner before conducting negotiations this time!"
"Forget it!" Alva sat down angrily, while Walli, as if he had won the battle, proudly handed over to Gong, then moved the small bench behind Olivia.
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"Are you General Olivia?" Before coming, Alva naturally knew who his negotiating opponent was, just like Olivia knew who he was, but he still wanted to find something wrong with this matter.
Come and get back the point you just lost.
"Not bad!" Olivia nodded.
"It seems that General Olivia is not from the Ming Dynasty. If I understand correctly, General Olivia and your subordinates should be foreign mercenaries of the Ming Dynasty. This negotiation is about the Far East between the Kingdom of Spain and the Ming Empire.
Can General Olivia make the decision on such negotiations?" He said with some doubt: "If possible, I hope to meet your commander-in-chief, General Qian Wubing!"
"If Your Excellency Saint Anqi comes in person, you can naturally meet our General Qian!" Grisha interjected coldly, still using pure Spanish: "But when General Alva comes, see you
General Olivia and I are the only ones arriving!"
"You are..." Alva frowned. The tone of his words did not sound like an interpreter.
"A loyal ally of the Ming Empire, the Princess of the Holy Roman Empire, the senior advisor for this meeting between the two countries!" Grisha raised her chin slightly, like a proud little swan: "You can call me Princess Grisha.
Your Highness!"
Holy Roman Empire! Alva shook his head disapprovingly. If he were in Europe, he might be wary of this princess and the power behind her. However, this is the Far East, a place where the power of the Holy Roman Empire cannot reach. He has
Do you need to care about this princess?
After losing two points in a row, Alva seemed to be very calm. Qian Wubing, who was sitting behind Olivia, sighed slightly. It seemed that this guy was a tolerant guy. This time, the negotiation was successful.
Olivia is busy.
On the negotiating table, a sea chart was placed on it, and Olivia and Alva began to have substantive negotiations. As expected, as Qian Wubing expected, Alva was not only a forbearing guy, but also extremely calculating.
It's outrageous that before it even started, the two sides started to argue over some irrelevant interests. This was also Qian Wubing's strategy. If there were big differences, the two sides could discuss them later. Let's find some parties first.
Reach a consensus on something that is acceptable to everyone, so that the negotiation will not collapse before it even starts.
It goes without saying how boring this kind of negotiation is. Qian Wubing felt bored. Even Wali, who had just started to be very interested, felt boring. If he hadn't wanted to see more of the Ming people at the negotiating table,
How did he behave? I'm afraid that with the quarrel between the two parties, he had the urge to throw down his sleeves and leave. Of course, Qian Wubing was still here pretending to be an entourage and sitting on the bench. Even if he wanted to leave at this moment, he couldn't.
This is a shame.
When it was lunch time, Qian Wubing left, and Walli finally left with Qian Wubing relieved. No matter how poor the Siamese people were, they would not be able to entertain a boatload of Spaniards. However, the reception was left to Olivia.
He and Grisha are fully responsible, so he, Walli, doesn’t have to worry about it.
But this time, Alva stood out. He refused Daming’s invitation and instead took the initiative to invite Olivia and Grisha to have lunch on his boat. I don’t know what kind of words he used to impress these two.
, the two hesitated for a moment, and actually agreed to his invitation.
"Master Qian, General Olivia and Princess Grisha just boarded the ship of these red-haired ghosts. Are you not worried at all?"
Walli, who was stunned, couldn't help but feel a sense of injustice when he saw the two women and a few people leaving with Alva in such a graceful manner.
"What are you worried about? They can still eat them!" Qian Wubing was a little amused: "It's just that the Spaniards brought some good things back from Europe. These two girls probably haven't eaten authentic European food for a long time. Taking advantage of this
I don’t know if they can get used to those vulgar foods because of the appetite we have cultivated!"
"That's right, where can the red-haired ghost find any good things? After eating the exquisite food of the Ming Dynasty, I am not even interested in the food of Siam!" Walli nodded with deep feeling.
"If you like to eat, if you live in our capital, we will ensure that you have delicious food every day until you die!" Qian Wubing laughed loudly: "But I'm afraid you won't be able to leave!"
"You can still eat it even if you don't leave!" Walli was not embarrassed at all: "In the future, if the little king is lucky enough to inherit the throne of my father, the tribute mission will definitely go there every year.
Yes, in addition to offering Siam’s sincerity to the Celestial Empire, the rewards from the Celestial Empire must also be brought back. Xiao Wang doesn’t care about anything else. It’s delicious. They can bring back as much as they can!”
"Yes, he has ambition, the ambition of a foodie!" Qian Wubing laughed and patted his shoulder, and Wali suddenly felt that his bones seemed to be a little soft.
"Work hard. You have a chance. Who says you don't have a chance? Let them tell me!" Qian Wubing nodded, but there was not much smile on his face: "I will persuade them well, of course.