New Shun 1730

"In fact..."

Valkenier glanced at Liu Yu and asked for permission, hoping to talk to the Dutch officer in private. After all, some words are not easy to say in front of others.

Liu Yu was not afraid of any tricks they would play, because there were no tricks to play. It is impossible for these Dutch people to unite as one, break out, retreat into the tropical jungles of the Malay Peninsula to fight guerrillas, and finally converge into an indestructible iron stream, all the way to the Dutch strongholds in India...

Apart from this magical possibility, there is no other way to go.

Taking a boat at night from Malacca and running away? That's a dead end. The warships are blocking the strait.

Plotting to pretend to surrender but then ambush the troops entering the city? Dashun is going to have a show battle, and they are not entering the city just for the sake of entering the city. They will bomb when they should, dig when they should, and plant flags when they should. They will fight like this regardless of whether there are Dutch people or not.

He waved his hand generously, indicating that they could talk in private, and then continued to sit across from Li Ye and drink tea.

Valkenier and the Dutch officer went to another camp monitored by soldiers and made Liu Yu's purpose clear and frank.

The officer understood immediately.

"My Lord Governor, in other words, the goal of the Chinese is not to eliminate us at all, or even the city of Malacca. It is just to use the city of Malacca to show those small countries the force of the new rulers."

"We are like the defeated Hector. Before his death, he requested that his body would not be fed to dogs. But Achilles would refuse anyway, even Achilles thought that Hector Thor is the mightiest of warriors..."

These words have raised the status of the Netherlands a bit high.

Valkenir thought that was not a bad idea. The spice of Southeast Asia is the stunningly beautiful Helen. But what is the golden apple that really controls all this?

The Dutch army, like Hector who died in battle, was still dragged to the dogs after death, just to show others.

Thinking about it again, Valkenir sighed, looked back on the past, and said bitterly: "The free Chinese indentured slaves shipped to Ceylon are China's Trojan horses. I heard that during the battle in Ceylon, those Chinese were Played an important role in the siege of Colombo."

"I never thought that the Trojan horse trick would be used by the Chinese."

Only now did he use their cultural thinking to understand what the Ceylon incident was.

According to their culture, indeed, this is a Trojan horse trick.

A Trojan horse scheme that uses cheap and excellent labor as bait.

Thinking of what he had learned about the situation in Dashun in the Dashun military camp these days, Valkenir couldn't help but sigh.

"This Lord Marquis, he is the invincible Achilles and the resourceful Odysseus."

However, the Dutch officer seemed to have given a prophecy, casually saying: "The invincible Achilles is only a mortal after all. The real sun, Apollo, will shoot through his ankles with arrows. The city of Troy will be destroyed." On that day, Achilles will be useless and die."

Valkenir didn't take this muttered curse seriously, thinking that it was just a kind of sustenance for losers, just like the witchcraft popular in Southeast Asia.

A defeat is a defeat.

By now, he was already convinced.

As the former Grand Speaker said, the Seven Provinces Republic occupying Southeast Asia was an accident in itself. Now, it's just a return to normal.

How can you win if you unexpectedly challenge normality?

Valkenir sighed and lamented that Dashun's various schemes to go to Nanyang were like the ten-year Trojan War. The planning had been started ten years ago until today, the day finally came when the city was broken.

For a long time, Valkenir laughed at himself in a rather poetic way.

"Beautiful Southeast Asia..."

"Helen, who eloped with Paris, finally knelt in Menelaus' tent and begged for forgiveness."

"If everything was normal, Southeast Asia should have been theirs. Now, this Lord Marquis has just made things return to the way they should have been."

"Helen, after all, does not belong to Paris."

The officer also began to mourn. It was really uncomfortable to lose something that was gained.

However, they did not expect at this time that Menelaos, who seemed strong and powerful, could not give birth to a child due to internal reasons. Even if Helen is recaptured, she may still have to ask Paris, a pretty boy, to help her have a baby.

In the future, the future of the surrendered Dutch, including Valkenier, is actually bright. It’s just that they don’t know it yet.

After Valkenier finished explaining Dashun's plan to continue performing in Holland, the officer asked: "So, Lord Governor, do we just need to retreat to St. Paul's Church and give up their attack direction?"

Valkenier warned: "This is the only chance to surrender. You know, when the Portuguese captured Malacca, they carried out a massacre as a routine; when we captured Malacca, we also launched a massacre. If you don't want it to turn into a massacre, If there is a massacre, the soldiers must be strictly restrained and not shoot at the Dashun troops entering the city. "

"If we still shoot back after our conversation, I think the Marquis will let us all die like the soldiers of Fort Santiago."

The officer nodded in agreement with great caution, either to resist to the end and die for the company, or to surrender honestly.

Otherwise, it is really asking for death.

"Governor, how will the Chinese Marquis deal with us surrendered soldiers? This is our biggest concern. You know, there has always been such a rumor here that the soldiers who surrendered in Penghu were killed by the Chinese. Some were even sent to their capital and killed."

Valkniel asked Liu Yu about this question, and he could answer it now.

"The Marquis has promised that there will be no massacre. A large number of soldiers will follow him back to the capital to participate in the captive offering ceremony."

"China is a nation that worships gods and idols. Their great emperor will offer captives in front of their ancestors' idols to prove his courage and show his victory to their ancestors who have become gods."

"After the captives are offered, if there are those who are willing to stay in China, they will be incorporated into some armies as a symbol of the great emperor's 'victory over the four barbarians'. Even at their important court festival balls, they will perform their court dances as four barbarians actors... Mr. Pripps has seen such performances in the Forbidden City before."

"Of course, before being incorporated into the army, you need to serve three years of hard labor. Mainly to build fortresses in Malacca, Batavia or Ceylon."

This condition is also quite generous.

Three years of hard labor is not much. For example, Batavia and other places targeted the Chinese, and they often imposed hard labor for twenty years, which was already quite lenient.

As colonial officials, they knew best what their policies towards the Chinese were.

It looks like repaying evil with good, but in fact it is just for future cooperation with the Netherlands.

In the face of interests, some hatred can be pretended not to mention for the time being.

However, if the Dashun and the Netherlands fail to reach an agreement, the fate of these prisoners of war will be much worse. By then, they will be worthless, and they are outsiders, and they are full of hatred in Southeast Asia. They are rare candidates for slave labor, and there is no need to worry about escape.

Considering the generous conditions, the Dutch officer readily agreed, and believed that the governor of the Malacca garrison in the city would definitely agree.

Give up the city walls and towers and retreat to Church Hill. Wait until Dashun and the air "attack" into Malacca City for two days, and then throw weapons on the mountain and surrender.

After the private communication with Valkner, the officer went to the big tent again and discussed the details with Liu Yu to ensure that this was Liu Yu's promise, not his self-righteous wishful thinking.

Liu Yu didn't say yes or no, he just said: "Now, I don't want to kill many people for military merit, nor do I want to capture Malacca immediately. I just want people to know that the military force of the Celestial Empire is so powerful and invincible."

"You go back. Tell your Malacca governor that the trenches will be dug in four days. The Celestial Empire's army will launch a general attack."

"By the way, tell him that to counter this tactic, either there are enough cannons to destroy the siege artillery positions of the attackers; or organize grenadiers and elite infantry to counterattack the trenches and hinder the engineers from digging."

"I'm waiting for his counterattack."

In a tone of contempt, even the method of breaking this siege was mentioned, which clearly told the Dutch that the city of Malacca would be taken by the Shun Dynasty in four days, and even Jesus could not save it.

As for whether the Dutch would use the tactic of going out of the city to counterattack, some things don't need to be made clear. If they dare to do so, they will all be thrown into the sea after the city is broken.

The Dutch officer who understood Liu Yu's hidden meaning, recalled the shock of the breach of Fort Santiago, and with a sense of luck of escaping death, still waved the white flag, passed through the busy Dashun camp, and returned to Malacca.

In the next four days, the Dutch did not go out of the city to counterattack.

No one even fired at Dashun's position.

During these four days, Dashun's artillery was really fighting wits and courage with the air.

First, they bombarded the tower that had been counterattacked, and then pretended to "cover" the engineers digging pits, and then these artillerymen panted and pushed the heavy artillery forward to the close-range artillery position.

After breakfast at 8 o'clock every morning, they started to bombard the city wall.

It was too hot at noon, so they took a lunch break; at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, they continued to bombard.

Under the command of the officers, a large number of conscripted Baba Nyonya people filled the trenches of Malacca City with sacks and branches, and under the "suppression" of the artillery and musketeers' volleys, without any casualties.

The engineers went forward to the city wall, dug a pit and began to dig, and very skillfully dug a tunnel under the crumbling city wall of Malacca that had been bombarded, leading to the foundation.

A coffin full of gunpowder was stuffed into the tunnel. The engineer officer skillfully blocked the hole, closed the space, and left a long fuse.

Throughout the whole process, no Dutch soldier fired a shot outside the city; no Dutch soldier dug a tunnel to damage the city.

If there was, if they were on the city wall at this time, looking at the ignited fuse under the city, these Dutch would definitely say "Male Gobi" in a clear and loud voice.

It's not a curse, but they will miss the child who urinated in Brussels to extinguish the fuse of the gunpowder depot.

Manneken Pis, Malegobi.