Chapter 155 Cheers, toast!

"Bad is already dissatisfied with us, why do you send him to negotiate with Mohammed?"

After hearing that Han Xiufen sent Bad to the shore, Liu Mingliang hurriedly finished the work at hand and rushed over.

Han Xiufen sat on the chair and said without even raising her head: "Don't let him go to Mohammed, what excuse should I use to replace him?"

Liu Mingliang relaxed after hearing this, came to Han Xiufen and said, "Who is the next powerful figure among the black people?"

"Bamon!"

Liu Mingliang recalled this Pamon and seemed to have no impression.

Han Xiufen said again: "Do you remember Barry who was executed by you because of rebellion on Paradise Island?"

Liu Mingliang nodded.

Han Xiufen said: "Bamon is Barry's younger brother, so is Bud!"

Liu Mingliang was a little puzzled when he heard Han Xiufen say this.

Han Xiufen saw Liu Mingliang's explanation impatiently: "Rights need inheritance, and class needs to be cultivated."

Liu Mingliang suddenly remembered that the person who gave Barry the last blow was Bud, and he suddenly realized: "Bamon will monitor Bud, right?"

Han Xiufen glanced at Liu Mingliang and returned to his state of contemplation with a closed eyes.

"The captured Dutch are valuable, and artillery is even more valuable. Why do you give half of it to Mohammed?

If we armed him, our territory here would be in danger.

It is also unfair to the Han people here."

Han Xiufen sighed and said, "For the first time, we met a group of people who could run around with the capital on their backs. We defeated Mohammed today, and they would carry things on their backs and move them to another place tomorrow. As long as we put the things on our backs down, the capital will reappear.

To deal with such a group of people, we can only minimize their existence, rather than defeating them over and over again."

"Mohamed was not so easy to be fooled."

"I'm just trying it out, it depends on Bud's ability."

Liu Mingliang nodded. When he came out of Han Xiufen's room, he saw a giant man tied to a tree, and returned to the room and said to Han Xiufen: "You need two maids, not male slaves!

We are in a barbaric land, which does not mean that we will become barbarians, and we still have the etiquette we should have."

Han Xiufen whispered: "When I fought with him, he claimed that he wanted me to be his slave."

This is the deep hatred of blood, so Liu Mingliang stopped talking about anything.

He left Han Xiufen's room again, came to the strong giant man, took out a short sword, and stabbed into the huge sweat's crotch. Under the bottom, the giant man roared wildly, twisting his body wildly, and falling like snowflakes.

Liu Mingliang was unmoved at all. He pinched the sword and turned it hard twice, sure that he did it very cleanly. Then he drew out the sword and said to the black-clothed people guarding the side: "Healing him, this is Boss Han's slave."

After saying that, he wiped the dagger clean on the body of the fainted giant man and left.

Leonie witnessed the tragedy with her own eyes and entered Han Xiufen's room with a smile and said, "Big boss, I think our second boss likes you."

Han Xiufen didn't understand what Leonie said, and spread her hands helplessly, "This is what he looks like. Since he fell into a big blow on your maid, he has become abnormal."

Leonie nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, yes, Seville really hopes to have another baby for our two or three leaders. This is her way to get rich.

Huh?

If I met a beloved man, they wouldn't have done the same, right?"

Han Xiufen looked at Leonie and said, "If you want to be a real noble in Lantian, it is best to keep your virginity. When we return to land one day and go to the brilliant Lantian to accept the enthronement, you will find that because of this, you will receive great preferential treatment."

Leonie nodded seriously. She was actually the same person as his father Kahn, who had a perverted pursuit of status and glory.

The negotiations between Bad and Mohammed have been effective.

According to the agreement, Mohammed's wooden palace no longer needs to be moved, and the fishermen on the beach do not need to pack up their own things and run around the palace.

What Han Xiufen needs to pay is the cannons that sink into the strait.

In principle, all of these salvaged artillery belong to Mohammed.

Of course, if you want to salvage these artillery, you need the Lantian Pirates and King Mohammed to send a large number of fishermen who can dive very deep.

The seabed here is not deep, and the mast of the silent Carac sailboat is still exposed on the sea.

As long as you tie the light wood to the cannons one by one, you can finally lift the heavy cannons from the bottom of the sea.

This requires a lot of manpower.

There are generally materials for renovating sailboats on large sailboats, but this time all warships were seriously damaged, and the repair materials were not enough. Most of the wood used on warships was northern wood with hard texture. The loose-textured wood grown in hot places like Malacca cannot be used for shipbuilding at all.

Therefore, the only two intact warships had to stand in the Strait of Malacca to capture merchant ships, and then remove the wood to repair the warships.

This is an extremely slow process.

Two months later, when the Lantian rose up the patched sails slowly sailed out of the Malacca River, Han Xiufen, who had been tense these days, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

During this period, after hearing about this naval battle, the Portuguese, the British, and the Spanish rushed towards Malacca like sharks smelling blood.

The British were busy building a fort across the Malacca River, and the Portuguese also built their own territory at the top of the Strait of Malacca. As for the Spanish, after massacring some natives, they occupied part of Mohammed's land and established their own base.

Han Xiufen maintained a cold-eyed attitude towards the construction of these forts and bases.

She believed that Mohammed would be more anxious than she did.

The former enemy soon became friends after encountering a new situation.

When Zhang Chuanli met Mohammed, he learned a secret from this guy.

Bard betrayed Lantianzhong!

Bard hopes to use Mohammed's power to attack Han Xiufen, and then he will take his few remaining subordinates as internal supporters, first blow up Han Xiufen's gunpowder depot, and then attack inside and outside with Mohammed to capture Han Xiufen's remaining ships.

Mohammed's betrayal was naked, and even told Zhang Chuanli about the conspiracy between them in front of Bad.

Bud, who wanted to escape, had not had time to run out of the shed, but his younger brother Bamon was hugged and fell to the ground by his waist.

The brothers fought each other in the mud pit that had just rained.

"We can continue to provide you with weapons, gunpowder, and of course, if you want these, you need to exchange them for gold."

Zhang Chuanli glanced at the two brothers fighting in the mud pit, gracefully dipped the corners of his mouth with his handkerchief, picked up the glass filled with wine in his hand to toast Mohammed who had been staring at him.

Mohammed, who was strictly instructed to his subordinates, was not allowed to drink alcohol, but was a person who was addicted to alcohol and refused everyone to the wine sent by Zhang Chuanli.

"Can we exchange weapons and gunpowder for slaves?"

"You mean those Dutch people?"

"No, no, no, my Allah, I mean the natives in the jungle."

Zhang Chuanli shook his head and said, "We have no interest in these low natives. If it were your fishermen, I might consider it."

"I will not betray my people."

Zhang Chuanli nodded without commenting and said, "This is your power."

Mohammed was silent for a moment and said, "If you can help me drive away the Spaniards across the Malacca River, I will agree to buy the weapons in your hands with gold."

Zhang Chuanli reached out and said, "My soldiers need gold when they are dispatched."

Mohammed's subordinates threw a bag of golden sand.

Zhang Chuanli said: "We need ten bags of gold."

Mohammed opened his arms and shouted, "You are the devil!"

Zhang Chuanli remained silent and just pushed the bag of golden sand out of his face.

"Okay, okay, you devil, I promise you."

Nine bags of golden sand were added in front of Zhang Chuanli.

At this time, a black clay man crawled out of the puddle, dragging a corpse in his hand.

After Mohammed sent someone to clean the two of them with water, he suddenly found that the living person was Bad and the dead person was Bamon.

Bad knelt piously at Zhang Chuanli's feet, and kept kissing his toes and said, "I have killed Bad."

Zhang Chuanli looked at Bud under his feet and sighed slightly, pulled out his long sword and stabbed it hard. His force was so strong that Bud's body was pierced and firmly fixed to the wooden board.

Bard raised his head with difficulty, and Zhang Chuanli looked at his painful face and said, "For us, as long as we betray once, we will be the enemy and we will not have a second trust.

If you kill Bamon, it only means that Bamon has lost the possibility of becoming the leader of the Black Pirates, and you must die!"

Mohammed clapped his hands and said, "What a insightful truth, what a wonderful language."

Zhang Chuanli pulled back the long sword, but Mohamed cut off Bad's head with one knife, and then said to Zhang Chuanli: "We have an ancient fable. If you want to be sure that a person is dead, then please cut off his head.

The noble three leaders, how about we attack the Spaniards together in the morning three days later?”

Zhang Chuanli bent down and stroked his chest and said, "As you wish, the king of Malacca, but we want half of the spoils."

Mohammed smiled and said, "It's all yours, we only belong to our land."

Zhang Chuanli returned to the camp from Mohammed's palace, first hid the golden sand, and then came to a larger shed, saying to Han Xiufen, who was sitting in the upper head: "In the early morning of three days later, Mohammed was ready to go all out."

Han Xiufen turned his head and his eyes fell on the face of the British man, Bamons, and said, "Baron Bamons, three days later, your army is sure that you can cut off the passage of Mohammed's escape to the jungle?"

Bamons, who had a goatee, said: "That's nature, my beautiful baron of the East."

Han Xiufen's eyes fell on the Portuguese again and said, "Are you ready to intercept them to escape to the upper reaches of the Malacca River?"

Baron Cristiano, who had a huge medal on his chest, bowed slightly and said, "As you wish."

Han Xiufen finally said to the young Spanish Baron Antonio: "Are you ready to participate in this flesh-and-blood feast?"

Baron Antonio smiled and said, "The war to clean up the waste in Malacca begins with the Malacca River."

Han Xiufen picked up the wine glass and said, "Three days later, we will welcome the new sun on the Strait of Malacca. This time, the rising sun on the sea will belong to each of us. Cheers!"

"cheers!"
Chapter completed!