Mr. Jonson is not easy, it is estimated that he was frightened a lot by the Ottomans, and when he saw Fan Yao, he suddenly broke down emotionally, although he did not cry out when he hugged Fan Yao, but his shoulders shook violently and he was out of breath, which fully proved that Mr. Jonsson's mood swings were intense.

"I, I just want to collect a tax—just to complete the task, I really don't want to drive people to death—I really don't have any money, no money to negotiate, and I don't want to detain people directly—and I'm locked up in that kind of dark room, and I've prayed countless times to God to give me some instructions to save me from the dark abyss—" Fan Yao listened more and more wrongly, and continued to let Mr. Johnson continue, presumably followed by a melodious aria.

With an artistic accomplishment, why not try to move those Ottomans?

Maybe without waiting for the peacekeepers, the Ottomans will be moved by the art, and the matter will be resolved peacefully.

"Well, it's all over, Mr. Jonsson, and we're going to have a good talk with this — uh— this Mr. Mohammed." Fan Yao tried his best to comfort him, but this situation hit Mr. Johnson quite hard, and Johnson could not be measured by Fan Yao's psychological endurance.

Mr. Mohammed was still prepared, and brought three able-bodied Ottomans into the mayor's office to negotiate with Mr. Jonsson.

In fact, the mayor's office is the mayor's home, and here in Asia Minor, the mayor does not have a fixed office, and is elected by the township himself, just like the sheriff in southern Africa, not appointed by the federal government.

The mayor of Wheatley is called Ibrahim, and when the townspeople besieged the mayor's office, Ibrahim kept trying to persuade the townspeople not to be impulsive and try to solve the problem peacefully.

Ibrahim's persuasion was still effective, otherwise the gaffe might have evolved to an extent beyond measure, and even Fan Yao would not be able to save the Frenchmen with reinforcements.

"Mr. Lieutenant, we can't negotiate with these Ottomans, in my experience, if we give in, they will gain an inch, which will eventually lead to the continuous deterioration of the situation in this area-" Captain Gallup has a higher rank than Fan Yao, but they are not a system, and rank does not determine everything.

If it was in southern Africa, it would really be crushing people at the level of officials.

There is a clear hierarchy within the Southern African army, and the higher-ranking military has unquestionable decision-making power over the junior officers, and even if the orders of the superior officers are out of date, the junior officers must carry them out, otherwise they will disobey the military orders and go to court-martial.

"Captain, the most important thing for us now is to get out of the way, and then hand over the problem to our superiors, 250 francs is indeed a bit high, force them to death, they can't take it out." Fan Yao felt that the appearance of the French was too ugly, and the taxation should also be within the appropriate range, not beyond the Ottomans' affordability.

It is true that the Ottomans, who had experienced the world war, could not pay taxes in full according to the requirements of the French, and the peninsula of Asia Minor was plundered countless times during the world war, and it was not too high to be three feet high.

The French did not give the Ottomans a stable life, but tried to loot more money regardless of the situation of the Ottomans, which would certainly have provoked a strong resistance from the Ottomans.

Fan Yao believed that the same must have been true not only of Wheatley, but of the rest of the French Mandate.

"You mean to make concessions to these Ottomans? Impossible, absolutely impossible. "Captain Gallup probably doesn't understand the truth that water can carry a boat or overturn a boat, and a detachment of peacekeeping troops brought by Fan Yao gave Captain Gallup confidence, more than 40 people against more than 100 people, the odds of winning are much better than six people against more than 100 people.

"If you don't give in, my people and I will turn around and leave now." Fan Yao is welcome, don't be embarrassed.

"Y-you-" Captain Gallup never expected Fan Yao to be so decisive.

Negotiations soon began, and Mohammed was adamant, demanding that the French government remove the poll tax on Wheatley and promise never to levy it in the future, so that Mohammed would allow Jonson and Captain Gallup to leave.

Oh, and now the troops brought by Fan Yao have been added.

The troops brought by Fan Yao gave Jonson more confidence, and Jonson asked Mohammed to prepare enough tax dollars within three days, so that Jonson could forget about what happened today.

Fan Yao and Gallup watched from the sidelines, but they both had different thoughts, Fan Yao wanted to solve this problem as soon as possible, and Gallup wanted to use Fan Yao's troops to establish the authority of the French government in the Mandate Territory.

"Gentlemen, we are all realistic, Mr. Jonsson, you must know that the inhabitants of the town of Wheatley cannot afford the poll tax of 250 francs, and you must understand that it is not Mr. Johnson's decision to collect the tax, you now seem to have the upper hand, but in fact you are in danger, your actions have broken the line, and the next time Mr. Jonson returns, it will not be six people with you." Fan Yao is on both sides and mud, as long as there is no conflict now, Fan Yao does not care about the life or death of Jonson and Muhammad.

"It's just 250 francs, not too much—" Why didn't Jonson eat minced meat, 250 francs may not be much for Jonsson, but it was a lot of money for the townspeople of Wheatley.

"We are not afraid, no matter who it is, don't try to interfere in our lives." Muhammad was also hardened, and did not care at all about the burning of jade.

"Very well, you can do that, but I think I'm leaving, and my children and I have to go back to camp before dark." Fan Yao is impatient, both sides are oil and salt, and Fan Yao is not a mud bodhisattva, he has a temper.

Seeing that Fan Yao was about to lift the table, Jonson and Mohammed were immediately dumbfounded, and Captain Gallup, who had been watching coldly, was caught off guard.

"You talk slowly, I hope you can reach a tacit understanding." Fan Yao really wants to go, since the contradictions cannot be reconciled, then strength determines everything.

Seeing Fan Yao walk out of the house, both Jonson and Mohammed gritted their teeth and refused to back down.

As a result, Fan Yao could not leave, and the residents of Wheatley Town did not let the peacekeepers leave, claiming that if they did not come up with a perfect solution now, then no one would want to leave.

Fan Yao didn't speak himself, and Sergei took the initiative to stand up.

"I'll only give you one minute, and then disperse them all, or you will bear the consequences!" Sergei was murderous, and his automatic rifle used a 30-round magazine, which, if fired, could include the entire town of Wheatley.

The Cossacks were also well trained now, and as soon as Sergei's words fell, they all drew their bayonets and stuck them in their rifles, relying on the mayor's office to form a semicircular line of defense, and it was also in the mode of three-stage shooting.

Three-stage shooting is a tactic in the era of smoothbore guns, because the loading time of the rifle is too long, so the soldiers are lined up in three columns, when one column is fired, the other two columns are loaded, if the training is well-trained and tacit, you can ensure that the barrage is continuous, causing continuous damage to the enemy.

In the era of magazine-type rifles, three-stage firing has been largely eliminated, but this dense formation of bayonets can still create a huge threat to undisciplined civilians.

"30 seconds!" Sergey's voice was loud.

Fan Yao stood in the corridor at the door of the mayor's office, his eyes gloomy, his rifle still on his shoulder, but the pistol on his waist had been quietly opened.

"Sir, we can go on talking." Muhammad gave in first, and then I will talk about it later, and if these Cossacks were to shoot, the inhabitants of the small town of Wheatley would be unlucky.

"What to talk about? You're all right, I shouldn't have been here in the first place. "Fan Yao doesn't want to talk, the military should use his fists to speak, and the negotiating table is the position of politicians.

"Fan, don't do this, let's start over." Johnson didn't want the situation to escalate either, and getting the money was his only purpose.

Fan Yao finally achieved his goal, and if he could, Fan Yao was not willing to meet each other.

If the negotiations can continue, then perhaps a relatively satisfactory solution can be reached.

But at this time, a resident of Wheatley Town, perhaps unable to control his anger, suddenly pulled the trigger in his hand-

Bang!

A puff of smoke suddenly rose from the muzzle of the Manchari rifle, and one of the Cossacks was hit at close range, the bullet continued to gain momentum, passing through the first Cossack and hitting the second soldier.

The soldier did not hesitate to raise his gun and return fire.

Bang!

The Ottomans, who had opened fire rashly, were shot in the head.

Bang! Woohoo! Click-Click

More gunfire rang out like cannons, and more than half of the Cossacks were in the limit state of Lee Enfield, and after the bullets in the magazine were exhausted in a short time, the Cossacks did not have time to reload, and directly pulled out their pistols and fired again.

At such a close distance, there is absolutely no reason to hit the air.

The first resident of Wheatley to shoot, still using bullets or filled black powder in his rifle, only had time to fire a single shot, and was knocked to the ground by the dense fire.

Then more Ottomans fell, more than a hundred people for more than forty soldiers, there was almost no room for resistance, after the intensive accumulation of shots was over, there were corpses everywhere, those who were not killed were still moaning loudly, and the lucky ones who had escaped the first round of shooting did not react at all, and stood in place in a daze, at a loss.

This is really an undesirable outcome for everyone.

"Bastard, look what you've done, Pearl—" By the time Muhammad could react, the gunfire had thinned out.

"Bastard, die!" Captain Gallup drew his pistol and pulled the trigger on Muhammad's head in a close-range execution.

As soon as several people behind Muhammad reacted, they were stabbed into the body by more than a dozen bayonets at the same time.

Fan Yao closed his eyes in pain, this result was not what Fan Yao wanted.

ps: Brother who invited me to Chengdu to take a boat, I thank you - the words in the previous chapter, I really don't mean anything else, I know that there are brothers in some places who have suffered disasters, and I feel the same way, but what you are bad about is the flood, I am a high temperature of more than 38 degrees for more than ten consecutive days, and the air conditioner is tired and stupid -

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