Since the first negotiation was held at the banquet, Governor Matsolko changed his previous warm and hospitable attitude and adopted a business-like attitude to negotiate in the office.
After several rounds of arduous confrontations, the East India Company refused to let go on the issue of equal tax rates that the Ming Dynasty was most concerned about; it also had a tough attitude and struggled endlessly on other issues.
Guo Lin wanted Matsolko to recognize the Ming Dynasty's interests in Fubo Island, so Matsolko mentioned Ambon Island. This island is close to Fubo Island. The Dutch built a castle on the island and stationed Ding San.
Ten people. For safety, Ma Jixiang ordered the navy to seize the island.
"Ambon Island is the territory of the company, and Ming Dynasty should return it," Matsolko said forcefully.
Guo Lin was at a loss for words. The other party had ruled the island for decades and even built a castle. It seemed that he was right. He could only argue: "Your company's soldiers stationed on the island often rob passing merchants. For the sake of trade security, our army has no choice but to move the island."
Expelled by your army.
"Huh, this is just a one-sided statement from your side. Do you have any evidence?" Matt Solko asked angrily.
"Our officers and men saw with their own eyes the troops stationed on the island shelling merchant ships," Guo Lin said plausibly. There are plenty of reasons for wolves to eat sheep, but what evidence do they need?
Matsolko smiled slightly, "Since Ming Dynasty cannot provide legal basis for occupying Ambon Island and refuses to return our territory, I suggest that the negotiations be temporarily terminated. Please ask the envoy to return to the Embassy Station to rest."
This round of unpredictable operations completely confused Guo Lin, and she came to He Bin to discuss, "He Gong, what does this Yi governor mean? Don't you want to talk anymore?"
"Imperial envoy, in my opinion, this person is waiting for the outcome of the Battle of Malajia." He Bin was not in a hurry.
Guo Lin suddenly realized that it turned out that the Yi people did not shed tears without seeing the coffin, and they still held the fantasy of defeating the coalition forces with the main force and then driving the Ming forces out of Fubo Island. Humph! It seems that their so-called negotiations were just to buy time to mobilize troops.
The general's plan to delay the attack.
No, we must put pressure on these barbarians to let them abandon their illusions and negotiate well!
Guo Lin wrote to the old chief, Governor Ma Jixiang of Fubo, asking him to send troops and horses to put pressure on the East India Company. When he came, Emperor Guangwu ordered Ma Jixiang to cooperate.
Seeing the letter asking for help written by his old subordinates, Ma Jixiang was in a dilemma. The reason why he was able to squeeze out Yang Wu and seize the power of Fubo Island was because he was good at increasing revenue and reducing expenditure, and rarely asked the emperor for money. Because of this, the government
The treasury is empty. When the cannon is fired, there are thousands of taels of gold. How can we go to war without silver? We can ask the emperor for military expenses, but we are afraid of repeating the mistakes of Yang Wu.
In desperation, he found his confidant Wan Si and asked for advice: "The emperor is too stingy to be the emperor. No, be more frugal! He asked me to send troops to cooperate with the negotiations, but he didn't even give me a tael of silver as the initial payment. It's hard for a clever woman.
What should we do if we have no food to cook? Moreover, after Annan Hou led his army to leave, there were only 7,000 soldiers and 6,000 newly recruited native soldiers left in Fubo Province. They were more than enough to protect themselves, but they seemed to have insufficient strength to fight against Batavia.
Ah!"
Wan Si was overjoyed, "President, Your Majesty only asked you to send troops to deter the Red Barbarians, and did not ask you to actually fight. Otherwise, is there any reason not to allocate funds? Since it is only a deterrent, you can send any troops. I am the Ming Dynasty.
There are many vassals, why don't you let them send out some soldiers?"
"Hahaha, Zhuge Kongming is really my Zhuge Kongming! How wonderful! How wonderful! Let the vassal countries send troops to fight for the Ming Dynasty. This is called tens of thousands of powerful soldiers without spending a penny."
Ma Jixiang laughed loudly, thought for a while and said with a smile: "However, sending troops to fight is a thankless chore. If you want others to send troops willingly, you have to find countries that have deep hatred against the red-haired barbarians. Well,
The Gowa Kingdom and the Red Barbarians hate their country's subjugation, so they must be willing to send troops; the indigenous Portuguese in the Timor Kingdom often fight with the Red Barbarians, so they will let these two countries go.
Although he planned to use the vassal states to fight for the Ming Dynasty, Governor Ma still understood that the emperor did not want hungry soldiers. Although he did not have money, fortunately, Yang Wu left a large amount of weapons and equipment when he evacuated, so he prepared 500 firecrackers each
Send it to both countries.
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Among the Southeast Asian islands, Sumba is famous for its rich production of sandalwood, cinnamon, and war horses. It is even more famous for the bravery of local warriors. Sumba warriors like to ride on horses and fight with spears, and also like to cut off the heads of their enemies as trophies. p>
I don’t know if this kind of barbarism frightened the colonists. The East India Company did not directly send troops to occupy the island. Instead, it managed the two major tribes on the island through the two major native kings. As vassals of the East India Company, they provided some sandalwood every year.
Fragrant wood, cinnamon, and good horses are used as taxes, and the company is allowed to preach, trade, and recruit mercenaries.
It was windy on Pasunga Beach, and the wind was blowing gusts. Two groups of people gathered on the rocks by the sea, standing east and west. The clothes were similar, wearing sarongs and feather decorations on their heads. The only difference was the flags.
’s logo.
This is the people of the Ana and Kalang tribes on the island. They have the same language and the same beliefs, but they kill each other four times a year. The Marapu religion they believe in tells them that only by pleasing the gods with human blood can they
Ensure a good harvest.
"Da~da~da~"
Horse hooves are like thunder, one hundred warriors of Ana tribe and one hundred warriors of Kalang tribe are sitting on horses, holding spears and spears, preparing for the upcoming fight. King Ana and King Kalang organized people to set up an altar
, the sacrifice was presided over by the two most respected high priests of the two tribes, and assisted by several other priests.
According to custom, the sacrifices are hosted by the Ana and Kalang tribes in turn, and this time it is the Kalang tribe's turn.
In the middle of the night, the high priest Karan finally let out two soft roars, "Ho-ho-ho", "Ho-ho-ho". The rocks on the seaside echoed, "Ho-ho-ho".
"," Ho-ho-ho".
"Listen, the goddess of the sea heard my cry. God Nair is coming in the form of a worm to bring us good weather and enough food," the white-haired old priest said excitedly.
People waited anxiously until the sky turned white.
"Ho~ho~ho~"
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The crowd on the rock roared into the darkness like devils. As if hearing their shouts, countless colorful worms emerged from the sea water of Xiyan.
"Mom, what is that? I'm afraid," a little girl asked, holding her mother's hand in fear.
"Don't be afraid, my child, that is Nair, the goddess of the sea. Whether eaten raw or fried, it is the best delicacy." The mother looked at these worms and her mouth watered.
"But mom, how dare people eat gods? Aren't you afraid of being sent to heaven?" The little girl became more and more frightened.
"Don't be afraid, God Nair will not be angry as long as he gets blood," the mother comforted her daughter.
Then the two high priests came to the water's edge.
"Nair has come!" People held seawater in their hands, murmuring to themselves, and then asked their high priest in unison: "Is the harvest good?"
"The worms are fat and of high quality! The harvest will definitely be good!" Two old voices answered calmly, giving the tribesmen unlimited hope. They rushed into the sea and put the colorful nairs in their baskets and hats.
Or in a bowl.
The riders began to line up, and the priests began to kill the chickens, sprinkle the chicken blood on the rocks, and pluck the chicken feathers to add to the offerings of palm coconuts and rice. They poked the chickens' necks and said to themselves: "The harvest will be
Okay?" "Of course, of course", "Not bad".
"Kill~kill~kill~"
"Kill~kill~kill~"
Without warning, the cavalry of the two tribes began to fight each other. Some used spears to throw at the enemy, and some used spears to pierce the enemy's heart. The horses roared like thunder, and the spears flew randomly. The brave warriors began to hunt for human heads as trophies.
A woman burst into tears. Just now, she lost her husband.
High Priest Kalang looked at High Priest Ana, and then shouted: "The sacrifices to the gods are enough, we can stop."
The warriors of the two tribes slowly returned to the tribe on horseback. The beach was filled with corpses.
"If there are enough sacrifices this time, there will definitely be a good harvest," High Priest Kalang said with satisfaction.
"Bang", a bullet smashed his head, and he became a sacrifice.
