It was not easy for Mr. Jonson either. He must have been frightened a lot by the Ottomans. When he saw Fan Yao, he suddenly collapsed emotionally. Although he did not cry out while holding Fan Yao, his shoulders were shaking violently and he was out of breath.
The breathless gasps fully demonstrated the intensity of Mr. Jonson's mood swings.
"I, I just want to collect taxes - I just want to complete the task, I really don't want to force people to death - I really don't have money, I can negotiate if I don't have money, I won't just detain people - I still want to lock them up there
In the dark room, I prayed countless times for God to give me some guidance and save me from the abyss of darkness -" Fan Yao became more and more wrong as he listened, and continued to let Mr. Jonson talk. It was estimated that what followed was a melodious aria.
With artistic accomplishment, why not try to impress those Ottomans?
Maybe the Ottomans will be moved by art without waiting for the peacekeeping troops, and the matter can be resolved peacefully.
"Okay, everything is over, Mr. Jonson, we now have to have a good talk with this - uh - this Mr. Mohammed." Fan Yao tried his best to comfort him, but this situation was more of a blow to Mr. Jonson.
Big, you can't use Fan Yao's mental endurance to measure Jonson.
Mr. Mohammed was still prepared and brought three strong Ottomans into the mayor's office to negotiate with Mr. Jonson.
In fact, the mayor's office is the mayor's home. Here in Asia Minor, the mayor does not have a fixed office. He is elected by the township himself. Just like the sheriff in southern Africa, he is not appointed by the federal government.
The mayor of Whitley Town is named Ibrahim. When the town residents besieged the mayor's office, Ibrahim had been persuading the town residents not to be impulsive and try to solve the problem peacefully.
Ibrahim's persuasion was still effective, otherwise the gaffe might have escalated to an extreme level, and even if Fan Yao led reinforcements, he would not be able to save the French.
"Mr. Lieutenant, we cannot negotiate with these Ottomans. Based on my experience, if we give in, they will push further, which will eventually lead to the continued deterioration of the situation in this area -" Captain Gallup has a higher military rank than Fan Yao, but they are not
In a system, military rank does not determine everything.
If you were in southern Africa, it would be really overwhelming at the official level.
There is a clear hierarchy within the Southern African army. Soldiers with higher military ranks have unquestionable decision-making power over lower-level officers. Even if the orders of higher-level officers are inappropriate, lower-level officers must carry out the orders. Otherwise, they will be disobeying military orders and will have to go to court-martial.
"Captain, the most important thing for us now is to escape unscathed, and then leave the problem to our superiors. 250 francs is indeed a bit high. If we force them to death, they won't be able to come up with it." Fan Yao felt that the French were really greedy.
It was too ugly, so the taxation had to be within an appropriate range and should not exceed the affordability of the Ottomans.
The Ottomans, who had experienced the World War, were indeed unable to pay taxes in full as required by the French. The Asia Minor peninsula suffered countless plunders during the World War, and the sky is not too high.
The French did not bring a stable life to the Ottomans, but ignored the situation of the Ottomans and tried to collect more money, which would definitely arouse strong resistance from the Ottomans.
Fan Yao believes that it is not just Whitley, but the situation in other areas of the French Mandate must be the same.
"You mean to give in to these Ottomans? Impossible, absolutely impossible." Captain Gallup probably didn't understand that water can carry or capsize a boat, so a detachment of peacekeeping troops brought by Fan Yao gave Gallup
Captain Lopp is confident. Forty people versus more than a hundred people have a better chance of winning than six people versus more than a hundred people.
"If you don't give in, my people and I will turn around and leave now." Fan Yao is welcome, don't be shameless.
"You - you -" Captain Gallup never expected Fan Yao to be so decisive.
Negotiations began quickly. Mohammed was very firm, asking the French government to cancel the head tax on Whitley Town and promise never to tax the town in the future. Only then would Mohammed allow Jonson and Gallup to
The captain leaves.
Oh, now we have added the troops brought by Fan Yao.
The troops brought by Fan Yao gave Jonson more confidence. Jonson asked Mohammed to prepare enough taxes within three days, so that Jonson could forget what happened today.
Fan Yao and Gallup watched indifferently, but they had different ideas. Fan Yao wanted to solve this problem as soon as possible, while Gallup wanted to use Fan Yao's troops to establish the authority of the French government in the mandated area.
"Gentlemen, can we all be realistic? Mr. Jonson, you have to know that the residents of Whitley Town cannot afford the 250 franc head tax. Mr. Mohammed, you also have to understand that the amount of tax collected is not Jonson's responsibility.
Mr. Johnson decided that you seem to have the upper hand now, but in fact, you are surrounded by dangers. Your behavior has exceeded the bottom line. If Mr. Jonson comes back next time, he will not bring only six people with him." Fan Yao and Xini, as long as there is no outbreak now,
Conflict, Fan Yao doesn't care about the life or death of Jonson and Mohammed.
"It's only 250 francs, not too much -" Why doesn't Jonson eat minced meat? 250 francs may not be much to Jonson, but it is indeed a huge sum of money to the residents of Whitley Town.
"We are not afraid. No one, no matter who it is, can interfere with our lives." Muhammad is also stubborn and doesn't care at all.
"Very good, you can do this, but I think I have to say goodbye. Before dark, my children and I have to return to the camp." Fan Yao was impatient. Both sides were unable to get in, and neither did Fan Yao.
Clay Bodhisattva has a temper.
Seeing Fan Yao about to overturn the table, Jonson and Muhammad were immediately dumbfounded. Captain Gallup, who had been watching coldly, was caught off guard.
"You guys talk slowly, I hope you can reach a tacit understanding." Fan Yao really wants to leave. Since the conflicts cannot be reconciled, strength determines everything.
Seeing Fan Yao walk out of the house, both Jonson and Mohammed gritted their teeth and refused to give in.
As a result, Fan Yao still couldn't leave, and the residents of Whitley Town refused to let the peacekeeping troops leave, claiming that if a perfect solution was not come up now, no one would be able to leave.
Fan Yao himself didn't say anything, but Sergey took the initiative to stand up.
"I only give you one minute, disperse immediately, otherwise you will bear the consequences!" Sergey said with murderous intent. His automatic rifle used a 30-round magazine. If fired, the effective killing range could cover the entire Whitley.
Town included.
The Cossacks are also well-trained now. As soon as Sergei finished his words, they all pulled out their bayonets and stuck them on their rifles. They formed a semicircular defense line based on the mayor's office, and it was a three-stage shooting mode.
Three-stage shooting is a tactic in the musket era. Because the reloading time of the rifle is too long, the soldiers are arranged in three rows. When one row is shooting, the other two rows are loading. If they are well-trained and cooperate tacitly, the ammunition can be guaranteed.
The curtains are continuous, causing continuous damage to the enemy.
In the era of magazine-type rifles, three-stage shooting has been basically eliminated. However, this dense formation with bayonets like a forest can still pose a huge threat to civilians who have no organization and discipline.
"30 seconds!" Sergey's voice was loud.
Fan Yao stood in the corridor at the door of the mayor's office with gloomy eyes. He still had the rifle on his shoulder, but the pistol on his waist had been quietly unholstered.
"Sir, we can continue to talk." Muhammad gave in first, and we will talk about the future later. If these Cossacks in front of them shoot, the residents of Whitley Town will be in misfortune.
"What are we talking about? You are all right, I shouldn't be here at all." Fan Yao doesn't want to talk. Soldiers should speak with their fists. The negotiating table is the position of politicians.
"Fan, don't do this, let's start over." Jonson didn't want the situation to escalate. Getting money was his only purpose.
Fan Yao finally achieved his goal. If possible, Fan Yao would not want to fight each other.
If negotiations can continue, then the matter may be able to be resolved satisfactorily.
But at this moment, a resident of Whitley Town might not be able to control his anger and suddenly pulled the trigger in his hand——
Boom!
A burst of smoke suddenly erupted from the muzzle of Manshali's rifle, and a Cossack was hit at close range. The bullet's momentum continued unabated, passing through the first Cossack and hitting the second soldier.
The soldiers did not hesitate to bear the pain and raised their guns to fight back.
Boom!
The Ottoman who fired rashly was shot in the head.
Bah! Bah bah! Ta-tap-tap-
More gunfire sounded like a barrage, and more than half of the Cossacks were in Lee Enfield's extreme state. After the bullets in the magazine were exhausted in a short time, the Cossacks had no time to reload, so they directly pulled out their pistols and fired another round.
Shoot.
At such a short distance, there is absolutely no reason to hit the air.
The Whitley resident who fired first was using bullets or filled with black powder in his rifle. He only had time to fire once before he was directly knocked to the ground by the intensive fire.
Then more Ottomans fell. For more than 40 soldiers, more than a hundred people had almost no room for resistance. After the intensive shooting, corpses were lying on the ground, and those who were shot but not dead were still moaning loudly.
, the lucky guy who escaped the first round of shooting didn't react at all, and stood there blankly at a loss.
This is really an outcome that no one wants.
"Asshole, look what you have done, Pearl -" By the time Muhammad came to his senses, the gunshots had gradually become sparse.
"You bastard, go to hell!" Captain Gallup pulled out his pistol, put it on Muhammad's head and pulled the trigger in a close-range execution style.
As soon as several people behind Muhammad reacted, they were stabbed into their bodies by more than a dozen bayonets at the same time.
Fan Yao closed his eyes in pain. This result was not what Fan Yao wanted.
ps: Thank you to the brother who invited me to take the boat to Chengdu - what I said in the previous chapter is really meaningless. I know that brothers in some places have suffered disasters, and I feel the same way, but you are terrible
What happened was the flood. I had high temperatures above 38 degrees for more than ten days in a row, and the air conditioner was exhausted——
