"Xiaoqiang," Qiu Qiu said, his face turned pale with anxiety, "You must not go out at this time! You must not go out! You must not go out!"
"Qiu Qiu..."
"Xiaoqiang, Xiaoqiang!" Qiu Qiu hugged Xiang Xiaoqiang and started crying, "Don't go out! If something happens to you, I won't be able to survive! I can't live without you!"
Xiang Xiaoqiang caressed Qiu Qiu, his throat was choked with pain, his eye circles were red, and he didn't know what to say. Outside the window, the locals were getting more and more crazy and wild and strange screams, and Qiu Qiu in his arms was wailing again, dying.
Hold onto her most precious treasure in the world and never let go no matter what.
The secretary next to him also felt uncomfortable and said tentatively:
"Master Xiang, do you have to tell the Governor personally? How about... you can just say something here and threaten... Or, let's wait a little longer and I'll call the Governor again later?"
Qiu Qiu raised his head with tears on his face, nodded vigorously, and cried:
"Xiaoqiang, you can speak openly here and say that if they dare to touch the Chinese, the Ming army will come and kill all the Dutch! Xiaoqiang, this way you don't have to go out!"
Xiang Xiaoqiang looked at Qiu Qiu and sighed. He knew that Qiu Qiu's mood at the moment was that she would do anything to keep him. But after all, he shouldered greater responsibilities and could not think about problems like Qiu Qiu.
"Qiu Qiu," he held Qiu Qiu's face and said softly, "listen to me, it won't work... If you do whatever you want, you must kill everyone. This kind of thing must not be said in public...
...As an imperial envoy of the Ming Dynasty, if I say such things publicly, then our Ming Dynasty will not have to mess around in the world in the future... Such words can only be said to the governor's ears. I can even say it to his ears.
Tell him that this is what Her Majesty the Queen asked me to say... The Governor knows who I am and will not take it seriously... However, if I speak publicly on behalf of the country here, he may think it is just an empty lie.
Threats...I can't say it publicly, this is what Her Majesty the Empress of the Ming Dynasty means, right?...Qiu Qiu, do you understand?"
Qiu Qiu gritted his teeth and looked at him, with tears in his eyes:
"I don't care, you are not allowed to go. If you go out, then...I will go out too!"
"Damn, you're crazy!" Xiang Xiaoqiang grabbed her shoulders and shook her a few times, "Tell me, are you crazy?"
Qiu Qiu burst out crying again:
"Ah... then... then who told you to go out first..."
"you……"
At this time, the light of the radio station came on again. Xiang Xiaoqiang motioned to the secretary to receive it. The secretary sat down, put on the headphones, and took notes on paper while listening. After a while, he handed the telex newspaper to Xiang Xiaoqiang.
Xiang Xiaoqiang took it over and saw that it was the highest-level password. It was probably from the fourteenth grid. The telegram from her must be the most important and useful news. Xiang Xiaoqiang comforted Qiu Qiu and kissed her gently.
Tip of the nose, Wen Yan asked her to translate the message.
Qiu Qiu sobbed loudly, her shoulders and back trembling. While wiping her tears, she sat down obediently and translated according to the code book. As she translated, she stopped sobbing and became more and more focused. After a while, she translated everything.
He handed it to Xiang Xiaoqiang with a panic expression.
Xiang Xiaoqiang finally looked at it for a few times, and his expression immediately became solemn. He raised his head and motioned to the secretary to go out first. When there were only two people left in the room, Xiang Xiaoqiang frowned and said to himself:
"Lao Shen Ge just said at a press conference that Ming Dynasty may temporarily withdraw its aircraft carrier fleet. Princess Liaoyang analyzed that there are two possibilities. One, it may be to show goodwill to the Netherlands and let them see the hope of a peaceful settlement, so as to seriously Negotiate and show sincerity. Second, it is deliberately showing weakness and sending a signal to the Dutch authorities: The Ming government feels that it is not worthwhile and does not intend to use force to stand up for the local Chinese... In this way, it will put the local Chinese in a more difficult situation. A dangerous and tragic situation..."
Qiu Qiu had already seen it, but she still looked at him nervously with tears in her eyes, hoping that the first thing he said might be credible. However, Xiang Xiaoqiang said more and more painfully:
"...Four days have passed since the Tu Hua riot. During the four days, the Ming Dynasty sank two Dutch warships, bombarded Batavia, and made harsh demands, becoming more and more aggressive... Now all the countries in the world are The balance of sympathy has gradually tilted towards the Netherlands... If Ming wants to take further action and obtain greater benefits, it would be best if there is a new round of massacre of China, so that world public opinion once again sides with Ming..."
Even Qiu Qiu felt that the first possibility was too romantic when he heard the second possibility. Xiang Xiaoqiang finally said:
"Princess Liaoyang thinks it should be the second possibility. She...she didn't give me any advice this time. She just asked me to pay attention to safety no matter what."
Xiang Xiaoqiang read it to himself, and understood in his heart. According to the Fourteenth Gege, most people appreciate Shen Rongxuan's skills. If she were to give her advice, she would definitely suggest that she keep silent, cooperate with Shen Rongxuan, and sit back and watch the new wave. The Tuhua riot occurred in order to build momentum for Ming Dynasty to gain greater benefits. But she knew herself too well and knew that she could not watch the tragedy happen again, and she would definitely use all means to prevent it. Therefore, Shi Shigege did not tell anyone Make your own suggestions, just remind yourself: pay attention to safety no matter what.
Qiu Qiu hugged Xiang Xiaoqiang and cried bitterly. But she didn't say anything about not letting Xiang Xiaoqiang go out. Xiang Xiaoqiang also had tears in her eyes, stroking Qiu Qiu's hair, and choked with sobs:
"Stay here...wait for me to come back. I will make sure to pay attention to safety, you...don't worry..."
Qiu Qiu cried until he almost collapsed, and said while crying:
"You must come back... If you come back, I will live. If you don't come back, I will die. I mean it. So, you must protect yourself... If you die, it means two lives."
Xiang Xiaoqiang knew that it was useless to persuade her, so he just nodded and patted her. He couldn't help but lament in his heart: What should I do in five years?
…
Xiang Xiaoqiang opened the door and asked his secretary to make one final call to the Governor. After the call was made, the Governor's secretary said that the Governor was at the dentist and could not speak to Mr. Imperial Envoy for the time being.
This is also expected.
Xiang Xiaoqiang found the Nuremberg consul and borrowed a car from him. Nuremberg looked at the crazy scene outside the window, wiped the sweat from his head, shook his head and sighed:
"I really don't recommend you go out now... The streets were like this before the riots on the afternoon of the 23rd... No, it's even crazier now than on the 23rd... I am a European and a diplomat, I will never go out .No matter when, your own life comes first. If you lose your life, you can’t talk about doing anything for others..."
Xiang Xiaoqiang originally thought about asking the consul to deliver it in person, which would be much safer. But now that he heard what he said, he gave up the idea completely.
Xiang Xiaoqiang brought three guards. Each guard carried two box guns, and Xiang Xiaoqiang himself also carried one. Although the Chinese may have become prey now, this is the consulate's car after all, with a diplomatic license plate.
There is also a small German flag on the front bumper. As long as you are careful and don't let the locals discover that there are Chinese people in the car, the danger should not be great. Besides, there are several guns among myself. No matter how many locals there are, no matter how fierce they are.
, also without a gun.
There were three guards and a secretary. The secretary drove the car, one guard sat in the front passenger seat, and two people crowded in the back with Xiang Xiaoqiang. The car slowly drove out of the consulate gate with a few people cautiously shrinking their heads.
As soon as I went out, several local young people gathered around leaned over and squeezed through the glass windows to look into the car. When they saw that they were all Chinese, they immediately started shouting. A large group of locals immediately gathered, and someone smashed the car glass with a stick.
, immediately several dark arms stretched out, grabbed Xiang Xiaoqiang's clothes and dragged them out.
Qiu Qiu was lying on the balcony and screamed when he saw this scene, crying hoarsely:
"Xiaoqiang!! Xiaoqiang!! Run!!!"
Xiang Xiaoqiang was horrified and felt severe pain from being scratched on his arm. He looked at the savage faces outside the window and cursed:
"Fuck you, you really don't recognize the Nazi flag!... Drive quickly!"
The secretary who was driving also shouted in horror:
"No, there are people in front of me, and they're all blocking me!"
There were already about ten people outside the car trying to pull the car over, and it seemed that they were about to overturn the car. Once it was overturned, it would be over. He roared to Xiaoqiang:
"Hurry the fuck up!"
"There's someone in front of me!"
"If someone hits me, hit me!"
The secretary gritted his teeth, his heart pounded, and he stepped on the accelerator. The car roared out and pushed out the two locals who were blocking the car. The two people were thrown several meters away, rolled several times, and lay on their backs.
It stopped moving on the ground.
The crowd behind roared and cursed, and stones and bricks clanked on the butt of the car, and the rear glass was also smashed.
"grown ups!!"
The guard next to him shouted, with a pair of arms hanging from the window, and a local young man climbed on the car window and ran after him, yelling and trying to catch Xiang Xiaoqiang. Xiang Xiaoqiang cursed "Your mother x"
, then took out the box gun and put it on the man's arm with a "snap".
The man screamed and rolled to the ground. The bullet penetrated his arm, bounced off the car door, spun and landed at Xiang Xiaoqiang's feet. Xiang Xiaoqiang picked up the bloody bullet and held it tightly.
, feeling its slight heat, the pounding in my chest calmed down a bit.
The car was speeding down the street.
The streets of Batavia were once again a crazy scene. Xiang Xiaoqiang looked out the window, and the morning sun was red, spilling on the ground like blood. The situation on the streets was almost out of control, with local young people gathering in groups.
Together, holding long knives, wooden sticks, and ropes in their hands, some are running, and some are waiting together. The groups of thugs are getting bigger and bigger on the streets, all of them are in their twenties and thirties.
Men, shirtless or wearing torn vests, showing strong dark arms, looking around with beast-like eyes.
From time to time, some local teenagers would run back and forth, excitedly passing something among these groups. All the local young men in Batavia seemed to be connected together. They were waiting, waiting for some leader to give an order in the name of Allah.
Next, the execution of the Batavia Chinese began.
"Quick, drive faster!"
Xiang Xiaoqiang felt the strange atmosphere outside the window, his face turned pale, and he urged.
"Sir! Look!"
Xiang Xiaoqiang quickly turned his head and followed the instructions of the guard beside him. On the side of the road, a dozen locals were wandering in the street. The leader was a local boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, dragging a man with his arms tied behind his back with a rope.
The man was probably Chinese. He had a rope tied around his neck. The other end of the rope was caught in the local boy's hand and he was dragging him away. Half of the Chinese man's tongue had been spit out and he was motionless. He was probably dead.
Obviously, this is the "pre-dinner snack" that some locals can't wait any longer and start first.
The faces of several people turned pale. Xiang Xiaoqiang was so angry that he pulled out the box gun and was about to extend the barrel of the gun out of the window. The two guards were shocked and quickly held him down. Xiang Xiaoqiang roared:
"No, stop the car, let's kill a few before we leave!"
"My lord! My lord!" a guard shouted, "No! We have to get to the Governor's Palace as soon as possible! It's easy for us to kill a few locals now, but that will trigger the massacre to start early! My lord!"
Xiang Xiaoqiang covered his face and fell on his seat, yelling:
"Fuck!!!...then drive faster!"
…
When driving through the Chinese neighborhood, Xiang Xiaoqiang saw that a large group of local thugs had gathered downstairs in the Chinese residence, noisily, probably allocating "territory". Those people had various knives in their hands, and some were carrying
Gasoline barrel, looking up at the Chinese windows upstairs, with a sinister and expectant smile on his face.
The car was going very fast, and finally stopped outside the gate of the Governor's Palace, honking the horn fiercely.
The guard at the door saw that it was the German consul's car and quickly came over to take a look. Unexpectedly, all the people inside were Chinese.
He raised his head to Xiaoqiang and ordered:
"Open the door quickly. I am the imperial envoy of the Ming Dynasty. I want to see the governor and talk to him about the future of the Kingdom of the Netherlands!"
The secretary translated, but the guard did not dare to neglect and immediately called inside to ask for instructions.
After a while, the guards let them in.
The group entered the Governor's Mansion and sat on the sofa in the living room. The local servant served them coffee again. The Governor's translator came again and asked them to wait a moment with a smile, saying that the Governor was having breakfast.
, meet them later.
Xiang Xiaoqiang rolled his eyes and looked at the ceiling, so angry that he was completely speechless.
The governor seems to have identified his own weakness, which is the local Chinese. He always believes that he can only negotiate with Xiang Xiaoqiang when he incites the anti-Chinese storm and the lives of the local Chinese are in his hands.
in the most advantageous position.
Xiang Xiaoqiang resisted the urge to hit someone, took a deep breath, stood up slowly, and walked around the splendid living room. The translator was accompanying him with a smile.
Xiang Xiaoqiang stood in front of a cabinet of curiosities, admiring the curios from various countries on the wooden shelf with his hands behind his back.
It was mainly made of porcelain. Xiang Xiaoqiang pointed to a blue and white porcelain dish and asked the translator:
"Haha, this is quite valuable, isn't it?"
The translator didn't understand why he suddenly became so calm. He was probably pretending on purpose. The translator didn't point it out and replied with a smile:
"Yes! Mr. Xiang has really good eyesight. This has been collected by our Governor for half his life. Many things were very cheap when he bought them, but now they can be said to be priceless... The one you mentioned is from the Yongle period of your dynasty.
It is said that the blue and white porcelain plate was brought to East India by Zheng He during his voyage... Our Lord Governor spent a lot of money in Semarang..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard a crisp sound and a pile of broken porcelain pieces on the ground.
The translator opened his mouth wide and stared at the broken pieces of porcelain. His throat was trembling with a "click" and he was speechless.
Xiang Xiaoqiang said with an indifferent expression:
"Oops... 8 I'm so sorry... I missed the bird..."
Then he pointed to a bottle and said:
"By the way...this bottle is quite beautiful. How much does it cost?"
The translator was a little dizzy and said subconsciously:
"That bottle...is more valuable...it was during the Yuan Dynasty of your country..."
"Dang Cang——!!!"
There was another crisp crackling sound, followed by Xiang Xiaoqiang's dull tone:
"Oops...8 I'm so sorry...I missed it again..."
The translator's feet weakened, and the servants next to him quickly helped him to prevent him from collapsing... These are the governor's lifelong collection, and every piece is his treasure... This imperial envoy has already broken two buildings in this moment.
The villa...
Xiang Xiaoqiang ignored the astonishment of everyone in the living room, including his own, who had already opened their jaws to the ground. He leisurely walked to an oil painting on the wall and looked at it with interest.
"Ah, I recognize this painting," he said, sticking it to the lower right corner of the painting and looking at it. "This is Picasso's signature!... By the way, Old Bi has become famous by this time!... This is his signature in the 1920s.
His works, I think, at that time Lao Bi’s style was still realistic! ...How much money did your governor spend to collect it?”
The translator saw that he was about to extend his "devil's claws" to the canvas again, his face lost all color, and he almost knelt down before him. He begged weakly:
"Imperial Envoy...please don't...please...can't I just ask the Governor for you...please don't..."
"Hehehe, there's no rush, no rush," Xiang Xiaoqiang turned around and flicked the paint between his nails with a smile, "Let the Governor enjoy breakfast slowly, I'm here to appreciate the art, there's no rush. Haha...
…When appreciating art, the most taboo thing is to be impatient…”
The translator saw in despair that on Picasso's work, the paint on the canvas had been scratched out with an obvious scar...
"Well," Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled and flicked his fingernails awkwardly, "I just wanted to see what brand of paint Lao Bi used... I also learned to paint..."
The translator woke up, blushed, gritted his teeth and stepped forward to stop Xiang Xiaoqiang. Xiang Xiaoqiang rolled his eyes, stretched his head towards him, and said through his teeth:
"Come, come, come, you hit me, you hit me...I'll beat you...beat me to death if you dare...I won't leave if you can't beat me to death today..."
The translator stamped his foot, swore something Dutch, turned around and ran out of the living room to call the governor.
A few minutes later, the Governor followed the translator and trotted into the living room. His fat face was flushed, covered with sweat, and he was panting. When he entered the living room, he didn't care to look at Xiaoqiang, staring straight at him.
There were two piles of broken porcelain pieces on the ground.
Then, he glanced at the Picasso on the wall.
The fat on the governor's face twitched, and his red face quickly turned pale. He slowly turned his face and stared at Xiang Xiaoqiang, roaring in his throat, his eyes red, his legs stiff and staggering towards him
, just like the fat zombie in "Resident Evil".
Xiang Xiaoqiang subconsciously took a step back, and three guards immediately blocked him.
"Plop", the governor's legs went weak and he fell to the ground, breathing heavily in his throat. The translator and the servant immediately rushed to support him, pouring water on him and wiping the sweat. The translator lay next to the governor's mouth and listened,
After a while, he raised his head and shouted to Xiang Xiaoqiang angrily:
"Your Majesty the Imperial Envoy! We, the Governor, ask what you want!"
Xiang Xiaoqiang had a ferocious expression on his face and slowly moved closer. The translator was so frightened that he quickly stood in front of the governor. Xiang Xiaoqiang pushed him away, squatted in front of the governor, licked his lips, spoke hoarsely, and spoke word by word in an almost demonic tone.
said:
"My Lord Governor... now the lives of all the Batavia Dutch are in your hands... including your own... Do you understand what this means? If you don't understand, I will explain it to you... Our Majesty
I am authorized to tell you that if this Chinese-Tuoting riot breaks out again, our Ming army will completely take over the East Indies... We will not spare any Dutch officials in Batavia and shoot them all... Do you understand? Ah
?You know who I am, right? Do you believe I can do it? Ah?"
As he spoke, the secretary next to him translated. The governor's eyes widened and he looked at him in horror. Seeing that the effect was achieved, Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled slightly and patted his head:
"Very good, I hope you won't misunderstand me..."
Xiang Xiaoqiang stood up, looked at the governor who was paralyzed on the ground, clapped his hands, and said with a ferocious smile:
"let's go."
…
The group of people quickly jumped into the car, rushed out of the Governor's Palace, and drove onto the street.
At this time, the street was different from when we arrived.
Blood stains can be seen everywhere, there are more new corpses, and in some places, human heads can be seen again.
Far and near, black smoke rolled into the sky with flames. The locals were running excitedly, waving their long knives, and their bodies were covered in blood that was not their own...
Xiang Xiaoqiang stared out the window, his eyes almost popping out:
"Has it started?!...Has it started already?!"
Then the gun is drawn.
"My lord! My lord!"
The guard next to him grabbed his arm and advised him to calm down. At the same time, he told his secretary to drive faster and go back as soon as possible.
"boom!!!"
A bottle burst on the ground in front of the car, causing a huge fire.
"Molotov cocktails!" a guard yelled, "They're attacking us!"
Dozens of local youths gathered in front of them. They dragged a large palm tree trunk across the road. Then they waved their long knives and screamed at the car. The driver almost hit the tree trunk and slammed on the brakes. Several people
Leaning forward sharply, the car swayed and came to a stop.
Immediately afterwards, the group of men howled and surrounded, the remaining car glass shattered in an instant, and then sticks and long knives were stretched out.
The three guards pulled out their box guns and fired several shots. Several locals fell to the ground and died, while the remaining people ran away with a "coax".
Suddenly, a big object slammed into the front of the car. It was a gasoline barrel, and gasoline was still flowing out.
"not good!"
Xiang Xiaoqiang realized what was going to happen next and pushed the driver:
"Hurry up!!!"
The driver stepped on the accelerator and the car roared out. Almost at the same time, two or three Molotov cocktails hit the road behind the car, causing two large fires.
"Damn, German cars are just good!"
Xiang Xiaoqiang took a long breath and leaned back in his seat.
The gasoline barrel at the front of the car was also thrown away, but there was a lot of gasoline flowing out of the front hood and the cab, and there was a strong smell of gasoline. No more Molotov cocktails could be attacked along the way. Let alone Molotov cocktails.
Just the cigarette butt is a sea of fire.
…
After a lot of twists and turns, we finally got back to the German Consulate, and a few people got out of the car, which was beyond recognition.
As soon as Xiang Xiaoqiang entered the door, Qiu Qiu screamed in surprise, rushed over to hug him, and kissed him constantly. Xiang Xiaoqiang coaxed her for a while, then pulled her upstairs, cursing and saying:
"Did you see it? Did you see it? This time right under my nose! It started again!... Damn it, the Governor is dead!"
"Xiaoqiang! Xiaoqiang, listen to me!" Qiu Qiu hugged him anxiously and said, "The governor just called. He said that he would try his best to quell the riot and it would never happen like last time!"
Xiang Xiaoqiang grabbed the water cup and filled it with water, then he gasped and opened the window, looked at the street and said:
"I hope so! ... But whether he calms down or not, I am not going to keep this governor anymore. When our army comes, he will be the first to be executed... Qiu Qiu, you know,
I just saw more than twenty new Chinese corpses along the way! Even if he quells the riot now, he can no longer atone for his death penalty!"
Qiu Qiu hugged him from behind and said softly:
"I know, I know...we are just waiting now..."
"Shen Rongxuan!" Xiang Xiaoqiang held the window frame tightly and gritted his teeth and said, "This guy is too cruel! Okay, now he has what he wants, and there is a new riot! No matter how many people die, now
We have changed from an army of invaders to an army of justice again! Fuck!!!”
"Xiaoqiang..." Qiu Qiu pressed her face behind him and whispered, "Just now...just now the government sent a telegram, telling you not to say anything or negotiate any conditions within the next two days, just wait...
Our Ming government will not have any more negotiations with the Netherlands in the past two days..."
Xiang Xiaoqiang understood. There is nothing to do now, just wait for the arrival of the Ming aircraft carrier formation and troop transport ships in two days.
"Okay, okay..." Xiang Xiaoqiang gritted his teeth, looked at the black smoke outside, grabbed Qiu Qiu's hand, and looked at her, "We won't care about anything for the past two days... The governor will look for us again
I ignored him... We hibernated, waiting for the large army..."
…
At noon on February 28, the Deputy Governor-General of the Netherlands in East India announced that the second riot against Chinese people had been suppressed in time.
However, this time, neither Nanjing nor the Xiang Xiaoqiang delegation in Batavia said a word. From February 28 to March 1, the Ming government did not hold a press conference. No reporters in Nanjing
Attempts to interview senior government officials or senior generals only resulted in a shake of the head or a mysterious "no comment."
In the past two days, both the Governor's Palace in Batavia and the Prime Minister's Palace in Amsterdam have felt an unprecedented atmosphere of terror. The large fleet was constantly heading south, but the other party said nothing. No more angry speeches, no more
Condemnation, no more accusation.
The silent Ming Empire seems even more terrifying.
The Dutch government was helpless. It even asked the Governor of Batavia twice to seek an audience with Xiang Xiaoqiang to propose further terms for accepting the Ming Dynasty, but he did not even receive an interview.
The warships of the Royal Netherlands Navy cannot go to reinforce. Firstly, the main roads at both ends of the African continent have been blocked by the Ming fleet. Secondly, even if they are not blocked, it will be too late in time. Thirdly, even if there is enough time, only the Netherlands
What little the Royal Navy has, it's all for nothing if we rush over there. This is all very clear.
Batavia fell into an atmosphere of terror. This time not only the locals were completely honest, but also the Dutch.
However, black anti-aircraft balloons were still raised in Batavia Bay, and a large number of sandbag fortifications were piled up on the coast and ports. Sparse anti-aircraft guns were also erected.
The Dutch authorities and the army are waiting. Xiang Xiaoqiang is also waiting. The difference is that one is full of despair and the other is full of longing.
…
Finally, at ten o'clock in the morning on March 1, Xiang Xiaoqiang received a telegram that the Ming Empire Navy's aircraft carrier formation had arrived in the Java Sea.
"coming!"
Xiang Xiaoqiang excitedly opened the window and looked to the north.