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He was sitting in the middle with a monkey face and sharp mouth and cheeks, while the other person sitting on the other side had his feet on the big table, looking at him with a mischievous smile on his face, he did not look serious at all, he did not look like a commander of a large army at all.

The greasy-faced man then spoke in Dutch, "You can't die slowly. Let me ask you, does the Red Yi surrender?"

"I can surrender, but I cannot surrender on behalf of my country," he said in Dutch. The red barbarians, of course, translated it as Hongyi, and Mr Puttman, who had been in Taiwan for some time, of course knew the meaning of the appellation. Anger flashed across his face.

As a translator, Aschandor Doll translated the conversation to Li Lianjie, who was at the head of the table.

The greasy-faced Chen Ziwen, when he saw Patterson's angry reply, he was clearly unwilling to accept it. "Oh, your country is not surrendering, then I would like to ask, did you win this battle?" Since Chen knew that Zhu Ci was aiming for the dignitaries and the East China Sea, he had learned Japanese and Dutch quite a bit. Although they were not very authentic, they were still able to communicate with each other.

Puttans' face was filled with pride as he glanced at the few other Heavenly Valve soldiers, all of them almost half a head shorter than him, and said: "You used spies, but won less than that, it can't be considered as your win. My surrender is just my own negligence, and I cannot say that we will lose. " The officers on the side who were being tied up heard this, and all of them looked very stubborn, shouting out that they had been ambushed, that there were a lot of people in the Sky Valve Army, and that there were also spies in the city, and they had won without any glory.

When Li Lianjie, who was sitting at the head seat, heard this, he slammed the table and stood up, cursing: "The previous few battles in the sea were all fair and square. Are you guys victorious or are we victorious?!" At the side, Ashdol translated his words.

"You won the naval battle, but when it comes to land warfare, hmph!" He looked from high to low at Li Lianjie, who was one head shorter than him. The meaning was very clear. "But when it comes to land warfare, you Chinese are not as good as us."

He then heard a loud shout from outside the government office, "Who said that we Chinese can't fight on land as well as you?"

The crowd only saw a man in high spirits as he strode into the tattered office. Although he was only in his twenties, his face was already weathered, but it was still unable to cover the imposing look on his face. With one leg, he kicked a tall, red barbarian to the side.

"Old Long, why did you run over here? Fu Lang beat you!" The leader, Li Lianjie, saw the confidence in the man's eyes and knew that he would definitely win. He stood up, saluted the soldier, and then casually sat down. The soldiers at the side, in addition to those who were on duty, also saluted with their military salute, showing that this person's status was not ordinary.

When Gongzhi Qinlong returned to the military salute, he saw a soldier bringing a chair, but he did not sit down. He kept looking at Patterson with a disdainful look, and when he saw that the man was shorter than Li Lianjie, he did not seem afraid. Although he did not answer, his eyes gave him an answer.

The Dutch soldier who was kicked away answered proudly for his superior, "Of course. If we, Nederland, can defeat three or four Chinese by ourselves, then we will definitely win the war on the ground. Otherwise, we wouldn't have come to China. I'll compete with you, send four men out to fight me. "If you win, then kill me. If I win, then let us go immediately."

When Gongzhi Qinglong heard this, he translated and laughed: "Good, as long as you win, I will make the decision to release all of you. But if you lose, I don't need all of you scarlet barbarians to accompany me, as long as your life is enough."

This tall red barbarian was one of the most famous of the mercenaries of the East India Company of the Netherlands, a man of inborn strength, with knotted muscles, and when he saw that his officers were all at least a head and a half shorter than he was, even the second highest ranking man in the Dutch line, Patterson, was half a head shorter than he was, against four men, he felt that he had won, and with the addition of his mastery of Western boxing he was even more confident.

Gongzhi Qinglong ordered the soldiers to cut the ropes that bound his hands and waited on the side for him to finish untying the ropes. After untying the ropes, he pushed against the soldier that had untied him.

Gongzhi Qingrong saw his arrogant expression and could not help but to let out a "hmph". "Alright."

When the Dutch soldier heard him say good words, he walked over and faced Gongzhi Qinglong. When the soldier saw that Gongzhi Qing Long was shorter than him by two heads and had an imposing appearance, he could not help but let out a laugh. "You want to compete with me in martial arts, do you know that? My favorite is a beautiful man. There are several Chinese * * in my room! " He turned out to be a homosexual. Luckily, Ashenidol didn't dare to translate, and fortunately Gongzhi Qinlong didn't understand. Otherwise, he would have immediately died.

Gongzhi Qing Long smiled at the soldier that had untied him and said: "Cheng Huali, come forward and let him see the power of the Chinese people!" He then turned to the tall lotus soldier and said: "If we had the same number of people and fought face to face, you would have definitely won, right?"

The tall and big Dutch soldier said, "Naturally. Otherwise, we wouldn't have come to China."

Cheng Huali-ben had long tolerated the tall Dutch soldier's words with Gongzhi Chilong. Although the translator did not say anything, he had been in the Service for years, and of course he could understand some of them, so he said, "You're dead, son of a bitch." The Dutch language was far worse than Chen Ziwen's, and he could not speak properly, could not say it, and was unwilling to talk to him. He waved his left hand and slapped Chen Ziwen's face.

The tall Dutchman threw back his head and held out his hand. Cheng Huali's right leg rotated, borrowing the centrifugal force to kick out. With a clap, it hit the heel of his leg.

The tall and big Dutch soldier was in pain. It was likely that Cheng Huali was a handsome man that he used to press on the bed. At this moment, he was at a disadvantage.

He was a famous boxer in Holland, and his punches were quick, heavy, and strong. Cheng Huali could see his strength, so he used the movement technique to jump behind him and used a "Horse Kick Forward" move. With two slaps, he kicked the hole in his lower abdomen, his left and right kicks coming from behind his back. The tall Dutch soldier crouched in pain and cried out: "You use your foot, foul, foul!" So it turned out that the European martial arts competition was a rule that no one was allowed to step on the ground.

Gongzhi Qing Long, who was standing at the side, wanted to speak, but Cheng Huali did not. He called out in Dutch: "No need to move, I can beat you." He moved to the front of the soldier and threw a left fist at his lower abdomen. The tall Dutch soldier used his right fist to block the incoming punch, and as the two fists met, Cheng Huali only felt the other party's fist was calm. His hand suddenly felt numb, and he unconsciously moved to the side, shaking his numb wrist.

The tall Dutch soldier, seeing that he had won, made a provocative gesture with his left hand, as if to say, "Come here, little one!"

Cheng Huali clenched his teeth, and punched again. This time, the tall and sturdy Dutch soldier did not use his hand to block, but used his left fist to punch directly at his opponent. That punch of Cheng Huali's was just a feint, before he could even punch him, his right fist had already retreated, and his left fist was already striking towards his chest. When the tall Dutch soldier saw this, his accumulated right fist, which was about to attack, suddenly changed to an extended arm to block.

Cheng Huali took advantage of the opening to his left, changed his stance with his left fist, and hit his opponent in the face. The tall Dutch soldier hurriedly backed up, his left fist in a thrusting posture as he attacked heavily. Cheng Huali had already expected this move, as his retracted left hand changed into a left straight fist, his right hand changed into a right uppercut, and he borrowed the force of the opponent's punch to leap backwards.

Gongzhi Qinglong shook his head, although Cheng Huali's cultivation had improved a lot, but he had missed out on an opportunity. He was already quite old when it came to learning martial arts, if it was Gongzhi Qinglong, he would definitely borrow the power of the gongzhi Qinglong to turn the tables and with a "Double Wind Piercing Ear", he would let his opponent's brain burst apart and die.

The two exchanged punches, each of them winning with a single move. The tall and big Dutch soldier touched his face, feeling the traces of blood on his face, and licked his lips, re-examining his opponent. This time, he was serious.

Cheng Huali knew that his opponent's fist strength was steady, and he didn't wait for his opponent to make a move. He used his light body to launch more than ten punches, and his punches were all feints. Because each move was neither solid nor old, it was several times faster than the usual boxing style. The tall and big Dutch soldier blocked several times, but he was still unable to block in time as he shouted out with a laugh, "A Chinese man's mother's toy is useless …" As soon as he finished speaking, he slapped Cheng Huali twice on the left and right cheeks.

The tall Dutch soldier cried out, and with his arms thrown up and down, and with his fists striking from left to right or arcing from right to left, he formed the same virtual and corresponding punches, and at the same time his feet jumped back and forth and his body moved agilely, changing from the immobility of the lower part of his body to the bending of his body to the coordinated punches of his abdomen. Gongzhi Qinglong could not help but nod his head, thinking to himself: "I never expected that he would have such an exquisite boxing technique in the west."

By the time Cheng Huali had sidestepped the swift attack of the tall Dutch soldier, he had already forced the tall Dutch soldier to the wall. The tall Dutch soldier punched the edge of the wall, and the wall actually formed a spiderweb with the impact point as its center.

"Count it as odd, left side, lower left side, back finger." Gongzhi Qing Long pointed.

Cheng Hua Li pressed his finger on the back of the tall Dutch soldier's head, and with a twist of his body, his left index finger shot out, pointing at the "Jade Pillar Acupoint" on the back of the tall Dutch soldier's head. The soldier felt dizzy and swayed twice. Cheng Huali jumped up again, with both of his palms at full power, he had already hit the soldier's "Bai Hui acupoint", although the soldier was thick, he could not hold on, and fell down, unable to get back up. When he fell on the ground, his voice was still cold, and he was muttering: "This is … Demonize... It's a sorcery... "It's not a fist art."

Gongzhi Qing Long watched as the tall Dutch soldier fell to the ground, trembling. He knew that Cheng Hua Li's Frost Finger had advanced to the next level, so he turned around and said to Patterson, "How about it? You don't accept it!" The translator translated it.

Puttans' face was livid, but in a flash, he spoke out: "If it weren't for you pointing out from the side, how could I have lost? In other words, the two of you together have won! Not at all. "Also, you invaded my Dutch territory and killed my Dutch soldiers. My Dutch monarch will never let you off." When it came to the question of the unprovoked invasion of Taiwan by the Heaven Valve Army, it was filled with anger and had nowhere to vent it. It already made up its mind, thinking that after such a defeat, the Dutch East India Company would definitely replace it, so it ignored its death and loudly cursed: "You guys can all be happy now, but wait! When my Dutch fleet arrives, it will be the time of your conquest. "

Without waiting for the translator, Chen Ziwen shouted in Dutch, "When did this officer become the territory of the Red barbarians? Tell me, if it weren't for my internal strife, how could I have waited for you Red barbarians to kill my people, molest my women, disturb my people, set fire to them, hunt them down and commit all sorts of crimes? Now you still dare to say that you have reason! " The more he spoke, the angrier he became. He stood up, and his eyes were bloodshot as he continued to hit the table.

Gongzhi Qinlong originally didn't understand the Lotus language, but when he heard the translation, he also scolded, "Since ancient times, the great official has been the native land of China, and the earliest story that can be traced back to before the Three Kingdoms. And how many Chinese have you killed since you came to our country? I haven't killed enough! " Before the red barbarian could react, he had stabbed the blade into the chest of the other party, nailing it firmly to the wall. As if thinking that the world had such a swift blade before death, the two soldiers who were originally in charge of it did not even have the time to let go and brought it back to the wall with a huge pushing force, and they couldn't help but marvel at the God of Justice.

Patterson could not have imagined that the short man would be so dangerous. The tall Dutch soldier was clearly no match for him, but he still refused to obey.

Chen Ziwen was about to be tortured, but thinking about the fact that the military commander had once wanted to personally interrogate this person, he said, "Pass down the order, you, you, you." Dozens of people were pointed out. "Take him naked and send him to the gates of Gelan Prefecture and Crimson Nimbus City. The general who has led him around the inner and outer walls three times, and then let him march into the city. As a citizen of Ming Dynasty, you can slap him with a piece of paper whenever you give him a piece of paper. Let him go to any place on his body!"

Patterson gave Cheng the acupoint, then continued to undress, and walked out of the hall amid the laughter of the soldiers, including some of the Dutch ones.