"Although our Chinese people have no formal diplomatic relations with the Netherlands... there has never been any war confrontation... This time the Chinese people's intervention in the war is completely a matter of the Chinese people's internal affairs... Please keep your restraint..."

The lookout hand was blown through the heavy rain, and he was trembling with cold, but he still didn't dare to nervously translate the flags and light signals sent by the other party.

"If you do not take the initiative to launch an attack... our Chinese warships will not have a single bullet... The only mission of the Zhiyuan is to quell the genocide against the Chinese... The war must stop today..."

"Please... lower your sails... slow down... close the cannon door... exit the bay..."

Every word hit the hearts of Dutch officers and soldiers like a heavy hammer. The respect on the surface could not conceal the murderous intent. Malvik clenched his fists and felt mixed feelings.

Have you ever experienced the Chinese showing off their power at the Europeans on the sea? The former coachman at sea has now fallen to the point where someone else is holding his nose with a cannon, and finally threatens to disarm!

Lower sails... slow down... close the cannon door... exit the bay!

This is not a polite negotiation, it is just an anti-strate threat, it is a shame!

All the soldiers felt a strong sense of shame. They have always regarded themselves as higher nations in Asia, and whites have always been on the food chain. When did they fall to the point of obeying these Chinese orders?

Fight! Give orders to fight! Even if the enemy is a giant steel beast, fight for the pride of Europa civilization... all sailors are shouting in their hearts, but what is strange is... they are just shouting in their hearts.

Just as Malvik was struggling, struggling and in pain, a sudden loud bang made everyone's face turn pale. It turned out that the Zhiyuan whistled, and high-pressure steam rushed out of the pipeline, making a long and terrifying roar.

"Assuming the other party's command... lowering the sails... slowing down... closing the cannon door..." Malvik roared out subconsciously, but his tears fell in an instant.

"We...we exit the bay...this war has nothing to do with us!"

"Captain..." A screamed on the deck, but in the sound of Malvik heard a sense of relaxed pleasure.

The two Dutch warships were very aware of the current situation and accepted the conditions of the Zhiyuan, and began to close the gun door and slow down toward the bay. Xiang Ying also let them go as promised and did not give up any tricks. The two armies passed by in the bay.

The majesty of the steel warship must be realized at close range. When the two armies intersected, Malvik was only more than fifty meters away from the port side of the Zhiyuan. At this distance, he could even see a figure in a marshal's uniform in the command room. Maybe he was Xiao Letian.

The steel warship released endless pressure at close range. The hull made of steel was crushed like a mountain. The dense rivets combined into a strange pattern. The towering main gun had opened its cannon suit and was ready to shoot. Countless sailors were busy.

It was not until these Dutch people saw the Zhiyuan military preparations up close that they realized how wise the decision was.

Not to mention the 210 caliber main gun, the rapid-fire guns and Gatling machine guns on both sides of the hull are not something that the two old warships can resist. The Armstrong rapid-fire guns and Hakikas rapid-fire guns were lifted one by one, and the sailors were ready to fight. The black-hole gun barrels were vigilant against the two Dutch warships.

There was a chill on everyone's neck. If the Chinese chose to eat black at this moment, a volley shot of fifty meters would probably be no living people on the decks of the two warships.

The little grievance and unwillingness that had just happened just now turned into luck and luck. Everyone prayed to God from the bottom of their hearts, thanking God for saving their lives and not burying them here.

After this battle, Malvik sent a telegram to the country, introducing the powerful combat power of the Zhiyuan in detail, and hoped that the Kingdom of the Netherlands could also build its own steel warship.

However, the Netherlands had abandoned the strategy of a great naval strategy and chose to build a country by commerce. Naturally, warships would not be built. However, this telegram was in the hands of the British by chance. It is said that because of this telegram, the process of British manufacturing of steel warships increased by 30% out of thin air.

The Dutch retreat was not in Xiao Letian's eyes at all. He was watching the battle in the command cabin at this moment, and he was too lazy to even look at the two wooden ships passing by.

The telescope shows the indigenous army in the harbor, and further away is a chaotic and retreating crowd. Xiao Letian shook his head and said lightly, "I gave you the quota for three shells... Isn't it a bit too much? I feel a little waste!"

"Can these monkeys need Zhiyuan to take action? The Army can already make a fortune..."

Xiang Ying quickly shook his head and said, "No, no, no... The head of state said this. The Zhiyuan must fire. We must let these natives feel the most powerful destructive power and let them feel the terrifying atmosphere like the arrival of gods. This will be beneficial to our future rule..."

After saying that, Xiang Ying seemed to be afraid that Xiao Letian would regret it immediately ordered "Two kilometers ahead of the target... exploded the enemy camp on the wharf... to launch a single shot!"

On the deck, the guns and cannons in the heavy rain yelled, "Fifty kilograms of medicine packed... One high explosive bomb... five degrees of elevation... firing!"

The traction rope was pulled hard, and a loud bang was heard. The storm shocked all the water droplets on the deck and blew them all in all directions.

From a distance, it was like a white mist flower with water vapor raindrops suddenly blooming on the bow of the ship of Zhiyuan. A little red in the middle was the roaring flame of the shell.

Almost instantly, fires and smoke rose from the Indigenous Alliance Base Camp on the dock.

It is difficult to describe the power of the 210 high-explosion shell in words, especially the Zhiyuan shells, which have begun to fully popularize smokeless gunpowder, especially the nitroglycerin explosives produced by Nobel Company, which has further increased the power of the shells.

At present, the first batch of Chinese chemical researchers cannot be called chemists yet. They are studying the application of picric acid in explosives technology. This is Xiao Letian's secret scientific research project. The Chinese are indeed at the forefront of the world in the research of explosives.

Explosives with picric acid added have not been produced yet, but new smokeless explosives have been fully popularized. This shell has three times the power of ordinary black gunpowder and twice the power of maroon gunpowder.

Those survivors dictated that when a strange sound suddenly came from the sky, a sun suddenly lit up in the middle of the dock. The dazzling light only existed for a moment, and then it quickly dimmed.

But the blast blew up from that moment!
Chapter completed!