Cohen's face suddenly became ugly as if he had eaten shit.

Although he had made up his mind to surrender and was willing to bear certain compensation to Mingguo, this did not mean that Cohen could accept the word surrender.

How can civilized people be described as surrender?

After taking a few deep breaths again, Cohen said with a pale face: "Mr. Nan, you should pay attention to your words.

I am willing to make some compensation for the illegal vendors hurting the relationship between our two countries, but this does not mean that I am willing to accept the word surrender."

Nan Juyi's face finally changed a little: "So, Mr. Cohen is here to talk about compensation rather than surrender?"

Cohen nodded: "Yes, I am willing to make some compensation for the relationship between the East India Company that hurts the relationship between us, but the word surrender should not appear here.

Mr. Nan should know that both our countries are maritime powers. According to your country, if two tigers fight, one will be hurt. In addition to hurting the people of both countries, the war between our countries will also give others an opportunity to take advantage of it.”

Shaking his head, Nan Juyi's expression finally changed: "The Ming Dynasty does not need compensation! The damage suffered by the Ming Dynasty will use its own method to seek justice!

If Mr. Cohen is not surrendering, or if Mr. Cohen has no right to say the word surrender, then please go back, reorganize the army and prepare for war!"

Cohen's face changed again and again, as if he had eaten shit: "Mr. Nan is so sure you will win this war?

I admit that in Batavia, we are not your opponents, and it should not be very difficult to destroy us.

But just as the king of your country's Great Ryukyu was occupied by illegal vendors, the king of your country would start a war, and our Dutch king Henry would also seek justice for us."

Nan Juyi said, "So what? Mr. Cohen, Nan is the admiral of the East China Sea Fleet. If you are here to surrender, then Nan will order his subordinates to stop attacking and wait for the sage of His Majesty the Emperor of Ming Dynasty.

If you are here to discuss other conditions, please come back. Nan cannot agree to you, and the East China Sea Fleet cannot agree to you!"

Cohen's face was still extremely ugly: "Mr. Nan, I have read books from your country and agree with a sentence in it."

Nan Juyi nodded and said, "I wish to wash my face and listen with sincerity."

Cohen said as if he was convinced, "A man was angry and blood splattered five steps! Don't Mr. Nan feel that the distance between me is too close now? Or is Mr. Nan confident that he can subdue him at this distance?"

As soon as Cohen's voice fell, a few ticks of sound came over. There were crossbow arrows inserted on the boards in front, back, left and right sides of Cohen, who were three points into the wood.

The problem is that Cohen did not find out from which direction the crossbow arrow was transmitted.

Nan Juyi then smiled and said, "Mr. Cohen might as well try to avoid the protection of my Ming Jinyiwei and kill him."

Cohen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and stopped mentioning his power towards Nan Juyi just now. Instead, he changed his words: "So, can I allow me to go back and think about it for a day?"

Nan Juyi said: "Yes. Before tomorrow, our Ming fleet will not fire a shell on you.

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

Cohen originally planned to talk first, and try to threaten if he couldn't agree, but now it seems that he is the one who is threatened.

If the crossbow arrow just now was not shot around him for the purpose of warning, if it was aiming at his body, if it was not four crossbow arrows, there were more crossbow arrows in the secret...

Cohen nodded in a chill and turned the topic in another direction: "I wonder if Mr. Nan can take me to visit your country's fleet? I am very curious about the strength of your country's fleet."

Nan Juyi nodded and said, "Please wait for Mr. Cohen."

Seeing Cohen nodding, Nan Juyi shouted: "Come here!"

Zhou Liangzhi, who was waiting outside the door early, pushed open the hatch door and bowed to Nan Juyi and said, "Sir?"

Nan Juyi said: "The command from this governor is passed on, and the fleet is on guard. Until this time tomorrow, we shall not take the initiative to attack Batavia Port!"

Zhou Liangzhi paused his head and replied, "Yes!"

Nan Juyi continued: "Let's take Mr. Cohen to observe the firepower of the warship, and kill the remaining twelve warships to shoot in a round above the sea."

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

Cohen stood up, took off his hat and bowed slightly to Nan Juyi before leaving the cabin where Nan Juyi was located with Zhou Liangzhi.

Then, Cohen saw a nightmare battleship show, twelve new lucky ships fired at the air and ground above the sea, and in an instant, nearly a thousand artillery shells were poured out.

On the sea surface that was attacked by the concentrated fire, in addition to the small splashes of water caused by the fragments of shells, there will also occasionally a few shells that failed to explode will smash a large wave. Even due to the temperature of the shells, waves of white fog appeared on the sea surface where the fire was concentrated.

Cohen knew very well about this situation, it was obviously caused by the evaporation of the sea water by the high temperature of the shells.

Seeing Cohen's eyes wide open, Zhou Liangzhi smiled and said with a wicked smile: "Mr. Cohen, how about it?"

Cohen nodded and said calmly: "Thank you, Mr. Zhou."

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

Compared with the range of these Dutch barbarians' warships of only six miles, the range of the cannons of the Ming Dynasty's new Fu Ship has reached a distance of nearly ten miles.

But similarly, once you reach the distance of ten miles, the accurate hit basically means that you need to rely on God's blessing. Even the shells will not know where to fly, let alone hit rate.

Even one shot in ten shots may not hit the target.

In this case, gathering fire will undoubtedly become the best choice. If the overwhelming fire is smashed over, there will always be a few shells that will hit the target because of the luck of losing.

What's more, among the orders I conveyed, the ceasefire distance this time was still about seven or eight miles away.

Although it is still impossible to maintain a high hit rate at this distance, and it is even terrible, it is already very impressive compared to the distance of ten miles.

At least, we can already talk about the hit rate at about seven or eight miles, instead of being a distance of ten miles, the hit rate is fundamentally zero.

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

Before leaving, Cohen stared at Zhou Liangzhi's eyes and begged earnestly: "Mr. Zhou must remember that before this time tomorrow, don't do anything that can easily cause misunderstandings."

Zhou Liangzhi naturally would not refuse. After all, this was the order of his own fleet leader Zi Nan Juyi. He said with great affirmation: "Mr. Cohen, please rest as long as your fleet does not make any action that can easily cause misunderstandings, my Ming fleet will not be fired."

After returning to his ship, Cohen ordered with a gloomy face: "Go back to the port."

Back in the Governor’s office at the Batavia headquarters, Cohen lit the pipe at the first time, which was so scary. Who knows why God prefers these Ming people so much!

Relocated, Cohen believed that if someone had threatened Nan Juyi like he was at the time, there was a high possibility of success.

Nan Juyi did not take his threat seriously at all, and he did not even figure out where the four crossbow arrows shot around him came out.

No wonder Nanjuyi dared to meet him alone. It seems that the king of Ming has already arranged protective measures for their generals.

The fire attack I saw later made people feel deeply desperate.

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

Without the smoke surrounding him, the fire reflected his face a little gloomy. Cohen stayed in the office and smoked his pipe until the sun set, and even the butler came to treat him to dinner several times.

William Shakespeare once said that surrendering, or not surrendering, is a problem.

Surrender may lead to survival.

Not surrendering has no meaning except to destroy your life in Batavia.

The knock on the door sounded, and the contemplative Cohen was awakened and said, "Come in."

Cohen's housekeeper walked in, holding a lamp in his hand, bowed to Cohen and said, "Sir, it's already dark, should you light the light?"

Cohen nodded: "Let's go."

The housekeeper lit the light and bowed to Cohen and said, "Sir, you haven't eaten for a day. Do you want me to send me some food? Perhaps drinking some wine will help you?"

Cohen squeezed out a ugliness of ugly smile on his face, waved to the butler and said, "I'm fine, you go and do your own."

Eat? How can you continue to eat? Drink? After drinking today, go to bed, tomorrow? Die in the sound of artillery fire?

As one of the seventeen gentlemen, Cohen obviously did not want to end like this. He was only fifty-two years old. Although this age is considered old in the whole of Europe, he did not make him feel that time has grown old.

I am still young!

After rubbing his face, Cohen stood up suddenly, walked to the conference room, and ordered the attendant who followed him: "Go and invite other department heads to come and have a meeting."

Cohen has made the decision.

I am still young and shouldn't die in the fire like this. I have to pursue many things, such as young and beautiful girls, such as fine wine, and power.

As for others, I guess they have the same idea?

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

Shortly after Cohen arrived at the conference room, lights lit up 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 worry about the lights.

Soon, the lights illuminated the entire conference room, and other department heads and managers also arrived at the conference room one after another.

As early as when Cohen took a boat to meet Nanjuyi, the entire East India headquarters in Batavia knew about it, and even the line of twelve warships were lined up.

If Li Azi and his pirate gangs just made people at the East India headquarters feel a headache, then these twelve warships are as scary as death talismans.

Originally, everyone was thinking about discussing with Governor Cohen to see what to do, but Governor Cohen, who returned from the Ming Navy, directly locked himself in the Governor's office, and no one saw him all day long.

Cohen's attitude made the entire headquarters feel panic.

Whether it is a war or a peace, as the governor, you should always come up with an opinion, right? What is going on to lock yourself up like this?

Seeing that everyone else had arrived one after another, Cohen stretched out his finger and tapped the table, and then said, "I'm going to find everyone so late now, just to discuss with everyone what to do."

When others saw Cohen asking questions, they were already full of words but didn't know where to start.

From the heart, everyone present hopes to resolve this matter peacefully, or surrender.

But who knows what Governor Cohen means?

If Governor Cohen intends to fight to the end, will he propose to surrender at this critical moment be killed first by Governor Cohen as fearing death?

After all, everyone understands the principle that an army must have one mind. The main war and the main surrender are two opposite paths. Even in order to purify their thoughts, Governor Cohen will definitely kill those who are contrary to his own ideas first.

Seeing that everyone else was lowering their heads, Cohen felt even more angry.

I'm discussing with you now, but you don't even speak. Do you want to leave all the responsibilities alone?

Coughing his throat, Cohen turned his eyes to his hardcore confidant, the butcher, the butcher at the headquarters of Batavia East India Company: "St. George, what do you think?"

St. George immediately stood up: "Governor General, we are willing to fight against the Ming army under your leadership!"

Cohen suddenly felt a sudden slap in his heart, and he secretly complained that he couldn't do it all, but he just forgot to vent his brainless guy, St. George, before the meeting.

Now, even though St. George wanted to surrender in his heart, the meeting forced him to express his willingness to fight to the death.
Chapter completed!