open sea

Chapter 1515
The torches of the dungeon flickered on and off.

The environment here is far from being as beautiful as the castle on the upper surface, and the two worlds are separated by the rotting wooden ladders that have been in disrepair for a long time.

Bloodstained and frightening instruments of torture were hung on the walls, and the air near the coast and the moist land made the ground merge into dirty and muddy streams.

At the end of the dark corridor, in the cell are locked up forgotten corpses that were left behind in unknown years and months. The fat rats that came from the warehouse on the other side ran past unscrupulously from time to time, leaving behind palpitating shadows and distant squeaks. .

Behind the dilapidated wooden table, Yang Ce's black Spanish leather boots with Ferranci knight spurs were raised high on the table. His hands rested on his chin. pensive face.

He didn't know which step went wrong, which made the Han pirates try their best to ask for ransom to go wrong.

In their method, the Spanish nobles obediently wrote letters to ask their families to collect enough ransom, and the Yilan merchants might not be able to save their lives even if they collected the ransom.

Not only did the Dutch businessmen behind the fence of the wooden cage not want to pay their own ransom, they turned against customers and proposed a business to him.

Even if Yang Ce thought about it for ten days and ten nights, it was a big business that he couldn't think of.

It even made Yang Ce a little nervous.

He raised his hand and gestured to the subordinates of the Han military officer standing by the torch on the wall, and soon a Makino cigarette was dismantled into shredded tobacco, stuffed into a pipe made of Asian obsidian, lit and handed over to him superior.

In the smog, he looked to the other side of the wooden cage fence, and those merchant nobles wearing black hats and black clothes were also looking at him with their heads in white ruffled collars.

It looked like a bunch of heads had been cut off and put on a plate, or like a flock of frizzled lizards from a South Sea island.

With longing and eager eyes, they let Yang Ce know that something happened to him.

Silence, long silence.

In the dungeon, there was only the sound of Yang Ce sighing every once in a while.

Until the light of the pipe was extinguished, Yang Ce put his legs down, tapped the pipe on the table lightly, leaned forward, finally broke the silence, pointed to the cell and said, "Say it again, you want me to do it again." what?"

"Guardian of the Netherlands, stop the war and return this to peace."

Yang Ce didn't know what kind of expression he should put on his face when he heard these words, but he was sure that it must be incomprehensible: "Is this an excuse for you not to pay the ransom?"

"No, we will give you a ransom. We have no money to hire an army. When the Spaniards come, they will still hang everyone. Why don't we let you kill us here? The family can still use this money to continue to hire troops to resist Spain. people."

"You have an army, we asked you to govern at the three-level meeting, to be the guardian of the Netherlands, to be the governor, to give us Protestants a chance to survive, to help us resist the Spaniards, and we will give you the money, more than a ransom more money."

"Even if you want to be king, as long as you can repel the Spaniards and let the merchants walk freely on the sea, we will support you as king."

Yang Ce had never seen such a thing in his life. He just came to rob. If he was a robber who broke into a house, these Dutch noble merchants were just begging the robber not to leave.

Where is there such a thing, where is there such a person?
The world here, for Daming, can be said to be a prosperous age; but for Yang Ce, who is drifting overseas, it is a time of war and chaos.

Ever since he was packaged as a pirate by Gao Gong, he was like a lone boat pouring into the waves of the sea, and now he has become a huge warship. His official worship is the general of the Han Dynasty and the leader of Sanghai Taiwei. He is rigid, and rigid people cannot live today.

But you can't be too flexible, too flexible, power, especially military power, is a sharp blade, and a sharp blade is in your hand to kill yourself, and if you are a little careless, you will become a beast driven by desire.

Yang Ce has always had a sense of contradiction in his heart, knowing that he can't do human affairs, but still wants to be an individual in his heart.

He always kills and sets fire, and occasionally helps those in need.

Now the sense of inconsistency has returned.

He was moved.

But he didn't agree, just frowned, and continued to use the Spanish that he used to be very fluent in the past. In the past two years, he seldom spoke Spanish and asked, "Why did you find me?"

Upon hearing this question, the Dutch nobles and businessmen in the cell immediately looked at each other in dismay, all showing incomparably helpless expressions.

The feeling of being unlucky is indescribable.

"The general knows that our consul, William of Orange, was killed by an assassin hired by King Philip of Spain a few days ago." An old businessman who was elected to negotiate with Yang Ce said: "The three generations of the Orange family are Ni Governor Teresa, we respect him and he sympathizes with us."

"Many years ago, when the Inquisition in Rome condemned more than two million Netherlanders for heresy, and Philip ordered us all to be executed, William of Orange abdicated his noble throne to stand with us."

"So we elected his son, Morris, to be consul, but he was too young, only 16 years old."

"So we intend to ask Henry III to rule the Netherlands in accordance with William's policy of being close to France when he was alive, but France thinks this is too risky."

The more he talked, the more helpless the old businessman's face became. He looked at Yang Ce and said softly: "Henry's reply to the Netherlands said that it is an unseemly rule to rule the Netherlands at this time, and encourages us to continue fighting. And promised to support the Arms and Freedom Forces, but not to govern."

"Their court believes that governing the Netherlands at this time will cause France to provoke Spain, and at the same time it is very likely to be attacked by the Duke of White Mountain."

"Then we thought of England's generous and benevolent Queen Elizabeth, who was equally unwilling to get into trouble and give up her rule over the Netherlands, but whose promise was stronger than that of the cunning French - that England would send The Earl of Leicester has come with an army to assist us against the Spaniards."

Hearing this name, Yang Ce nodded slowly, suddenly realized, and couldn't help sighing: "Oh..."

Earl of Leicester, acquaintance.

I met him once in the north of London, and led the troops to the south and set fire to several villages. After being beaten up, thousands of corpses were left behind and fled with their tails between their legs.

Seeing Yang Ce's expression, the old Dutch businessman also knew what he was thinking of, and said, "Your Excellency must be very clear about what happened next. Everyone in the Netherlands who can ask for help will be... Daming."

"Then why don't you go to the Four Guards? Oh, it's just death." Yang Ce asked suspiciously, "You bought gunpowder from them."

"Waiting for death?" The Dutch businessman couldn't understand the word a little bit. He thought of gunpowder and said, "Your Excellency is talking about Sophia, right? They can't get through, and they have been enemies with Riga Merika for many years, so they can't send troops over. "

This is about Sweden and Denmark.

"So, you all want me to be the governor."

Yang Ce patted his face, this kind of question...Guangzhou Martial Arts Hall, didn't teach him how to be a king.

　Good morning!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)