New Shun 1730

Valknir had just arrived and didn't quite understand what was going on here. He asked the frightened Kapitan and Lei Zhenlan to leave first, and then he carefully asked someone who knew the business.

"Governor, the Swedish East India Company always sets sail before the New Year, striving to arrive in Gothenburg as early as possible to seize the business opportunities of the new year."

"We always pretend that they are pirates. If the warships can capture them, they will be sent to Batavia for routine inspection."

"They have to show evidence that they are not pirates, so that they can delay their return. The smugglers in Gothenburg will not be able to get the goods at the earliest time. This time difference is a reasonable use of the rules. Of course, after they show evidence that they are not pirates, we will let them go."

When it comes to the smugglers in Gothenburg, Valknir's face becomes ugly. He knows how rampant the smugglers there are, and the Swedes keep customer information absolutely confidential, so it is difficult to check.

This is understandable.

But when did the armed merchant ships of Dashun come to Batavia and fire salutes? An armed merchant ship captained by an officer? What's going on?

Fortunately, the port reported quickly that Dashun had captured some Swedish prisoners of war in the war against the rebellion of Dzungar.

Dashun sent a ship to escort these Swedish prisoners of war back to their country, and there were documents from Dashun's senior officials and letters from the Dashun emperor as evidence.

Next to the dock.

Twenty-five-year-old Lian Huaiguan looked at the huge armed merchant ship excitedly. As soon as the smoke from the salute had dissipated, several people in military uniforms got off the ship.

The flag of Dashun was fluttering on the mast of the huge merchant ship. Even though Lian Huaiguan was born in Batavia and had never returned to his ancestors' homeland, he still recognized it.

"This is our Chinese ship! This is the first time that the court has sent an official ship to Batavia! But when did Dashun have such a large soft sailing ship?"

Lian Huaiguan was a little confused. In Batavia, you can often see the ships of Chinese merchants. The ships are not big, and they all have hard sails. I have never seen a Chinese ship of more than a thousand tons.

Even the Dutch, most of them are only some ships of six or seven hundred tons. Occasionally, there are some large ships of more than a thousand tons, all of which are running from Guangdong and Fujian to the Netherlands.

Looking at this ship, Lian Huaiguan has a strange feeling.

It's like a baby, whose mother is dead and father is gone, and he is alone outside, and suddenly one day he sees his own uncle...

It's probably like this feeling. After all, he was born in Batavia, and he can't be considered a member of Dashun at this time, but if Dashun is considered the uncle of these overseas Chinese at this time, it's probably right.

Several officers got off the ship first. Although they were wearing woolen military uniforms, the red tassel felt hats on their heads were still very distinctive.

The leading officer was wearing a very beautiful dress, with a Chinese sword hanging from his waist, and was talking to a Dutchman on the dock.

He was not speaking Dutch, but Northern Mandarin, and his face was visibly unhappy.

Some officers following behind him were also dressed in similar clothes, holding their heads high, with a face full of pride of the Celestial Empire, and cursing.

However, they were all speaking Northern Mandarin, and Lian Huaiguan couldn't understand it very well, but the words of greeting someone's mother in a clear and fluent voice could still be understood.

Lian Huaiguan was a little shocked. This was the first time he saw a Chinese dare to curse at a Dutchman in Batavia, even the Kapitan didn't dare to do so.

The Dutch on the dock could only smile and keep explaining something.

I listened for a while and could roughly understand it. It seemed that pirates often flew the flags of Sweden or other countries. This routine inspection was a routine, and I hoped that you didn't mind.

Several brothers around Lian Huaiguan were also stunned. It was not that merchant ships from Fujian and Guangdong had come before, but no matter which ship arrived at the port, they were all honest in front of the Dutch. Where have you seen Chinese people swearing in front of the Dutch?

He listened carefully to an interpreter beside the Dutch, who was expressing the officers' dirty words in a very clean sentence.

"If you delay the monsoon, the Earl will report to His Majesty the Emperor and seal up your trading house! You are not allowed to go up to check our ship! We are not coming to Batavia for trade, we are going to Sweden. If you have any questions, you can go to the capital or Stockholm for negotiation."

Lian Huaiguan and others were stunned. They dared not imagine that there would be such a tough conversation. After this tough conversation, the Dutch who negotiated could only explain with a smile.

Lian Huaiguan, who grew up in Batavia, was completely shocked. In the world he knew, the Dutch were the biggest. At least in Batavia, the Dutch were the sky.

"There is always someone better than you."

He couldn't help but sigh.

He was a chivalrous man, doing business, and his family was not bad, but he liked to make friends with some city foxes and rats, especially some low-level Chinese in Batavia.

They formed a society and called each other brothers. The Dutch called them "Black Shirt Party".

Most of them didn't have any proper jobs. They were "lumpen proletariat", stealing, fighting, and being brave and aggressive. They were a group of gray class that was not part of the "high-class Chinese" in Batavia, but not part of the slave class of the sugar factory.

Lian Huaiguan was an outlier among them. He was a businessman and had money, and many of his brothers relied on him for support.

He also had some business dealings with Kapitan Lian Fuguang. Both of them were surnamed Lian, but they were not relatives. There were many people surnamed Lian and Lin here.

Unlike those Kapitans and Lei Zhenlan, Lian Huaiguan's favorite stories were "A real man should be like this" and "I can replace him". He was eager to do something big in his heart.

He stared blankly at the big ship of Dashun, and the brothers around him didn't know what he was thinking.

…………

Mantou, who was negotiating with the Dutch, was not as unhappy as his face showed.

Before coming, Liu Yu told him that he might be stopped by the Dutch.

The Swedish ship came to Batavia helplessly, and he followed it. After all, he didn't know how to go to Gothenburg without the Swedes.

Things have priorities, and Liu Yu has also entrusted them, and he can still distinguish them.

The draftsman on the ship was quietly observing the city defense of Batavia. This was arranged by Liu Yu: If the Dutch did not turn hostile and had to go to Batavia for inspection, they would observe the city defense of Batavia by the way.

The negotiations with the Dutch were also very smooth. After learning that this was a ship with the official background of Dashun, the Dutch behaved very politely and did not dare to do anything unusual.

After all, there are Dutch trading houses in Guangdong, and the annual trade volume is also huge. The Dutch do not want to provoke Dashun at all.

The first time to Nanyang, Mantou saw how arrogant the "sea coachman" that Liu Yu often said was.

The Swedes also had to be honest. After the Dutch asked to go to Batavia for inspection, even if they knew that the Dutch were delaying the time for the cargo ship to return to Europe, they had to come obediently.

The Dutch said that they suspected that the Swedish merchant ship was a pirate under the Swedish flag. If they fought back, they would be confirmed as pirates. If they did not fight back, they would have to go to Batavia for inspection.

The Swedes knew it in their hearts and could only curse a few times. They knew that the Dutch wanted to delay their return, but they did not dare to resist and could only cooperate.

If the Swedes did not leave, they would not know the way. Mantou was driving a merchant ship, not his beloved warship, so he could only follow them to Batavia.

Like Mantou, the Dashun naval officers who graduated from the Jinghai Palace official school on Liugong Island were very dissatisfied with the Dutch's arrogance: Why?

There is not a single battleship here, and most of the warships are not as good as the cruisers in Weihai. Why are they so awesome? Whoever they say they will stop will be stopped?

The temperament of a newborn calf not afraid of a tiger is fully demonstrated in these young naval officers. Anyway, they have only heard of the Dutch raid on London, but have never really fought against the Dutch, and they all think they are awesome.

When they arrived in Batavia and looked at the city defense of Batavia, they felt even more ridiculous.

There are more than a dozen small bastions and a city wall around Batavia, but the level of these bastions is obviously lower than those they learned in the Jinghai Palace official school.

The French are familiar with such bastions. These young officers who learned from Liu Yu and actually learned from Vauban's tactics feel that with such defense, they don't need the army's group of people. They, the naval officers, can fight a textbook siege.

And is it necessary to attack this broken place?

As long as the navy is dispatched to seize the sea control and surround the surrounding area, as long as the Dutch navy cannot break the siege, this place will surrender.

Not to mention whether the Dutch battleship can run here, even if it can come, it will take more than half a year from the Netherlands to here.

After coming, the cucumbers will be cold. If such a city cannot be surrounded in half a year, the artillery and engineering army idiots who trained in Xiaozhan can commit suicide to apologize.

Mantou had similar ideas. He was one of the few people who knew that Liu Yu was determined to go to Southeast Asia. He also knew that Batavia was the most important base of the Dutch in Southeast Asia. But now it seems that there are loopholes everywhere.

The docks were either Chinese or Javanese, and there were few Dutch people.

Some soldiers with guns on their backs, and some Javanese, were used to the training of the Qingzhou Army next door. When they saw the level of these Dutch troops, they could not help but look down on them.

The strictness of the Qingzhou Army's training was far beyond the reach of these colonial armies. The Xiaozhan training center was also on Liugong Island. The naval officers looked at it all day long, just like seeing too many beauties and then looking at the unsavory women. It was considered self-restraint to be able to hold back their laughter.

After completing the negotiations with the Dutch, Mantou said: He was a lieutenant colonel of the Dashun Navy. He was also awarded medals by the emperor himself in the war against Russia. The Dutch on the dock were not of sufficient rank. If there was anything, let those of sufficient rank come to see him.

After leaving this sentence, he returned to the ship.

According to the rules of sailing, the sailors were given money when they docked and were allowed to go out to have fun. It was okay to cause trouble, but they should not do shameful things such as eating without paying or visiting brothels without paying.

The officers stayed on the ship and were not allowed to go out casually, mainly because they were afraid of contracting diseases, which were difficult to treat in this era. Sailors could be recruited. These officers who came from the Jinghai Palace official school were all trained by Liu Yu with money and limited energy, and they were very precious.

In the evening, someone came to the captain's room.

"Sir, a local sent a visiting card. I want to see you."

A visiting card was sent. Mantou certainly could not understand what the locals said, but he recognized the words on the visiting card: Of course, the words on this visiting card are universal from Batavia to Jingqilijiang, from Shandong to Yili City in the Western Regions.

[Han Lian Huaiguan, asking to see the captain]

There was only one line of words on the visiting card, which aroused Mantou's interest. He thought that this person was quite interesting, so he said, "Since we are from the same clan, let's go aboard and have a chat."