Back to the Ming Dynasty to be a tyrant

But once this time is exceeded, all the consequences will be borne by you. "

Cohen's original plan was to talk first, and try to threaten if the negotiation failed, but now it seems that it is obvious that he is the one being threatened.

If the crossbow arrows just now were not shot at his surroundings for warning purposes, if they were aimed at his body, if it was not four crossbow arrows, but there were more crossbow arrows in the dark...

Cohen nodded tremblingly, and turned the topic in another direction: "I wonder if Mr. Nan can show me your country's fleet? I'm very curious about the strength of your country's fleet."

Nan Juyi nodded and said, "Mr. Cohen, please wait a moment."

After seeing Cohen nodding his head, Nan Juyi shouted, "Come here!"

Zhou Liangzhi, who had been waiting outside the door early, opened the hatch and came in, bowed to Nan Juyi and said, "My lord?"

Nan Juyi said: "The governor's order, the fleet is on alert, and before this time tomorrow, it is not allowed to initiate an attack on Batavia Harbor!"

Zhou Liangzhi clasped his fists and said, "Yes!"

Nan Juyi continued: "Later, you will take Mr. Cohen to observe the firepower of the battleships, and order the remaining twelve warships to shoot a round of concentrated fire at the sky above the sea."

Zhou Liangzhi bowed again, and Nan Juyi turned to Cohen and said, "Mr. Cohen, please."

Cohen stood up, took off his hat again and bowed slightly to Nan Juyi, then followed Zhou Liangzhi to leave the cabin where Nan Juyi was.

Then, Cohen saw a nightmarish warship show—twelve new Fuchuan warships opened fire on the open sea, and nearly a thousand rounds were poured out in an instant.

On the surface of the sea attacked by concentrated fire, in addition to small sprays caused by shell fragments, occasionally a few unexploded shells would cause a large wave of waves, and even because of the temperature of the shells, those caught by the concentrated fire There was a burst of white mist on the sea.

Regarding this situation, Cohen knew very well that it was obviously caused by the evaporation of seawater by the high temperature of the shells.

Seeing Cohen's eyes widen, Zhou Liangzhi said with a smirk: "Mr. Cohen, how are you?"

Cohen nodded, forced himself to be calm and said, "Thank you, Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Liangzhi also secretly said in his heart that it was dangerous.

Compared with the range of the warships of these Dutch barbarians, which was only six miles, the range of the cannons of Daming's new Fuchuan has reached a distance of nearly ten miles.

But at the same time, once the distance of ten miles is reached, the accuracy of the hit basically means that it needs to rely on God's blessing-even the shells will not know where to fly, let alone the hit rate.

Even, one out of ten rounds may not be able to hit the target.

In this case, concentrated fire is undoubtedly the best choice. The overwhelming artillery fire will hit the target together, and there will always be a few shells that will hit the target due to luck.

What's more, in the order I conveyed, the distance of the ceasefire this time has been pulled to a distance of about seven or eight miles.

Although it is still impossible to maintain a high hit rate at this distance, and it is even terrifyingly low, but compared with the distance of ten miles, it is already remarkable.

At the very least, we can talk about the hit rate when we are about seven or eight miles away, not like the ten-mile distance, where the hit rate is basically zero.

Cohen saw what he wanted to see, so he thanked Zhou Liangzhi again, and asked Zhou Liangzhi to convey his greetings to Nan Juyi on his behalf, and then planned to return to his boat.

Before leaving, Cohen stared into Zhou Liangzhi's eyes and pleaded earnestly: "Mr. Zhou, please remember that before this time tomorrow, don't do anything that may cause misunderstanding."

Zhou Liangzhi would naturally not refuse. After all, this was an order from Nan Juyi, the leader of his own fleet, and immediately said with absolute certainty: "Please rest assured, Mr. Cohen, as long as your fleet does not make any actions that may cause misunderstandings, I, Ming Not a single shell will be fired from this fleet."

After returning to his boat, Cohen ordered with a gloomy expression, "Go back to the port."

Back in the governor's office at the Batavia headquarters, Cohen immediately lit his pipe—it was too scary, God knows why God favors these Ming people so much!

Changing places, Cohen believed that if someone threatened Nan Juyi like he did at that time, there was a high probability of success.

And Nan Juyi didn't take his threat seriously at all, and he didn't even figure out where the four crossbow arrows shot around him came from.

No wonder Nan Juyi dared to meet him alone. It seemed that the King of Ming had arranged protection measures for their generals.

And the Fuchuan concentrated fire attack that I saw later made people feel deep despair.

Yes, despair, because the strength of the attack there should not exist in the world at all, it is Zeus from Mount Olympus roaring!

Even though the smoke lingered around him and the fire reflected his complexion, Cohen just stayed in the office smoking his pipe until the sun went down, even ignoring the housekeeper who came to invite him to dinner several times.

William Shakespeare once said, to surrender, or not to surrender, that is the question.

Surrender, maybe you can survive.

Not surrendering, other than burying your life in Batavia, has no meaning at all.

There was a knock on the door, and Cohen, who was in deep thought, was awakened, and said, "Come in."

Cohen's butler came in, holding a lamp in his hand, bowed to Cohen and said, "Sir, it's already dark, do you want to light the lamp?"

Cohen nodded: "Come on."

The butler lit the lamp, then bowed to Cohen and said, "Sir, you haven't eaten for a day. Would you like me to send some food over? Maybe drinking some wine will help you?"

Cohen forced an ugly smile on his face, waved to the housekeeper and said, "I'm fine, you can go and do your own thing first."

Have a meal?How could it be possible to eat it?drink wine?Go to bed after drinking today, what about tomorrow?Die in the sound of gunfire?

As one of the Seventeen Gentlemen, Cohen obviously didn't want to end up like this. He was only 52 years old. Although this age was considered old in the whole of Europe, he didn't make himself feel old.

I am still young!

Rubbing his face, Cohen suddenly got up, walked to the meeting room, and ordered to his attendant: "Go and invite other department heads to come to the meeting."

Cohen had already made his decision.

I am still young, so I shouldn't just die in the gunfire. There are still many things I need to pursue, such as young and beautiful girls, fine wine, and power.

As for the others, they must have the same idea?

But it doesn't matter, I am the governor of the East India Company in Batavia Port, and the others only need to be able to obey my orders.

Shortly after Cohen arrived in the conference room, lights were lit in the conference room.

As the new headquarters of the East India Company, Batavia is obviously not short of money, and there is no need to feel distressed if there are more lights.

Soon, the lights illuminated the entire meeting room, and the heads of other departments and managers also came to the meeting room one after another.

As early as when Cohen went to meet Nan Juyi by boat, the entire East India headquarters in Batavia knew about it, even the twelve warships lined up.

If Li Zizi's pirate gangs only caused headaches for the people in the East India headquarters, then these twelve warships were like a reminder to scare people.

At first, everyone wanted to discuss with Governor Cohen what to do, but Governor Cohen, who came back from the Ming Dynasty Navy, locked himself in the governor's office and didn't see anyone for a whole day.

Cohen's attitude made the entire headquarters panic.

Whether it's war or peace, you, as the governor, should come up with an opinion, right?What the hell is going on with locking yourself up like this?