If the German Army, which defeated the French Army, was the first in the world, then what were the Umbrella Company mercenaries who defeated the German Army?

It's nothing, the mercenaries of the umbrella company don't even have a nationality, if they are the first army in the world, then the armies of all countries in the world can hang themselves.

But there is no doubt about the fact that the East India Servants would not be able to defeat the mercenaries of the Umbrella Company, and the battle lasted only half an hour at most before it ended hastily, even though the Servants who were supposed to protect the port of Medan had dispersed, the mercenaries of the Umbrella Company still held their positions until the Ark slowly sailed away from the docks.

However, what happened next made Benson Tauhti even more frightened, because the mercenaries of the umbrella company did not leave, but directly smashed the door of the servant army camp in the port of Medan, apparently to live in the port of Medan.

When this fact was discovered, Benson Tauhti turned pale, while Scott Stella looked playful.

"What does that mean?" Benson Tauhti muttered to himself.

"You should just ask the mercenaries." Scott Stella dropped a word, and went downstairs to the carriage and rode away.

It's amazing, there was such a lively fight on the dock just now, the groom didn't run, and he kept waiting downstairs, this citizen of the British Empire really has confidence.

Benson Taugherty did not dare to ask, of course, until dawn, when Benson Tauhti went downstairs tremblingly, only to see the Nile Crocodile docked on the dock, and a group of heavily armed mercenaries marching down the gangway.

Benson Tauhti straightened his collar and tried to appear as neatly as he could in front of a mercenary who was posting a notice: "Excuse me, sir-"

The mercenary is not tall, but his body is strong, and his arms are strong and muscular.

He wore a half-used Umbrella mercenary uniform, the Umbrella Company's shield emblem in front of a curved hat on his head, two white bars embroidered on his shoulders, a belt full of bullets diagonally across his chest, a brand-new Riff Enfield rifle on his shoulder, a cartridge box and bayonet buckled around his belt, and a graceful curved Gurkha scimitar stuck diagonally on his belt.

When the mercenary turned around, Benson Taugherty realized that the mercenary also had a quick-draw holster on his chest, which contained a jet-black shiny pistol, and under the quick-draw holster was a row of six grenades of different oval shapes.

Benson Tauhti didn't recognize, but they were four offensive grenades, as well as two defensive grenades.

"Please speak English, or Chinese—" The mercenary grimaced, his hand resting on the handle of the gun on his chest.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean anything malicious—" Benson Tauhti immediately switched to English, and raised his hands to indicate that he was unarmed: "—I just wanted to ask, what do you want to do?" ”

"Who are you? We don't need your approval for what we do. The mercenary was unceremonious, and did not look at Benson Tawherty differently because of his complexion.

"I am the supreme administrator of the Port of Medan—" Benson Tauherty revealed.

"Oh—hello, Supreme Administrator." The mercenary casually said hello, then turned around and continued to paint the wall.

Benson Tauhti only then noticed that the notice on the wall was a notice asking all residents of the Port of Medan to assemble at the pier by 2 p.m. tomorrow, signed to the Far East branch of the Umbrella Company.

"Wait, what right do you have to ask the residents to assemble?" Benson Tauhti felt his scalp tingle, as if he was in a great crisis.

"We don't need your approval for what we're going to do!" The mercenary turned and took off the rifle from his shoulder, raised the butt and wanted to smash it.

Benson Tauhti closed his eyes in despair, ready to take the next blow.

"Sergeant Calm." A voice saved Benson Tauhti in time.

"Yes sir!" When Benson Tauhti opened his eyes, he saw the mercenaries standing up and saluting.

In a standard pose that Benson Tauhti has never seen before.

"Go up with your business, sergeant." This time Benson Tauhti understood the rank of the person who came, and this was a major.

"Hello Mr. Major, I am Benson Tauhti, the Supreme Administrator of the Port of Medan." Benson Tawherty took the initiative to introduce himself, and this time he was very clever and came up with English.

"Hello Mr. Tauhti, I am Joe of the Umbrella Company, and now I officially inform you that our Umbrella Company has officially taken over the port of Medan until the superior orders us to leave, please lead your men to leave here before two o'clock tomorrow afternoon, until then my men will not stop you, if it exceeds two o'clock tomorrow afternoon, you and your men will go to the dock to assemble and obey our management, otherwise we will take all means, including shooting." Joe's words simply made Benson Taugherty despair.

"No, you can't do that, the port of Medan is our Dutch territory, you are launching a military attack on a sovereign state, you must stop your actions-" Benson Tauhti was not deterred, and finally he could argue with reason.

"I'm not talking to you, I'm informing you that you only have two choices now, stay and accept our management, or leave - no, you have a third one, and that is to continue to exercise your duties as the supreme administrator, but then you will be our enemy, understand?" Qiao's voice was like a bell, and several mercenaries of the umbrella company around him were already armed with guns.

Benson Taugherty had no doubt that the mercenaries would not hesitate to shoot as long as Joe gave the order.

"I—I see—" Benson Tauhty was sweating profusely, and barely nodded in Joe's cold gaze for a long time.

"Very well, I hope I can see you on the docks at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon, don't you want to know what we're going to do? You'll know when the time comes. Joe nodded in satisfaction, and still looked very kind when he was kind.

The day was an absolute ordeal for Benson Tawherty, who would love to leave if he could.

But Benson Tawherty did not leave, and according to the East Indian rules, if Benson Tawherty, the supreme administrator, left, then Benson Tawherty would be responsible for the fall of the port of Medan.

Although Benson Tawherty did not know what the mercenaries were going to do, Benson Tawherty believed that the port of Medan had fallen.

After posting the notice, the mercenaries gathered a group of local residents of Medan Port and began to clean up the docks.

The bodies of the servants who were killed last night are still sitting on the docks.

All the equipment on the bodies was stripped of their equipment and then transported by pallet truck to be burned outside the port area for deep burial.

Then the water began to wash away the blood stains left on the dock, supervised by mercenaries, these mercenaries were very strict about hygiene standards, not only did the blood on the ground have to be washed away, but the garbage on the streets has also been swept away, and finally even the water stains that have washed the blood have to be cleaned up, even if it is a little while, it may be dried by the sun.

While the docks were being cleaned, the mercenaries got a few fishing boats out of nowhere and started cleaning up the garbage in the harbor.

Of course, this work was carried out by the local residents, and the garbage on the boat quickly piled up, in addition to some domestic garbage that had been piled up for a long time, there were some decomposing animal carcasses, and finally even a nameless corpse was cleaned up, and I don't know how long it sank in the harbor.

The mercenaries in charge of the supervision were obviously dissatisfied with the sanitary conditions in the harbor, so the work lasted for an unusually long time, with about a dozen fishing boats working until noon, before the locals were allowed to go ashore to eat.

Even Benson Tauhti didn't expect that these local residents would work for the mercenaries and still have something to eat.

And the meals provided by these mercenaries to the local residents are actually not bad, pay attention, there are dishes.

Not only are there vegetarian dishes, but each person also has a fried golden fish on both sides.

The mercenaries ate their own canned food, but it was clear that the mercenaries had some luxury, and a few of the mercenaries didn't care to give the half-eaten cans to a child who was watching from the sidelines.

These mercenaries were indeed extravagant, not too sumptuous but absolutely filling their lunches, and the cook in white coats came out to bring a cup of coffee to each mercenary, as did the two local residents who worked very hard in the morning, and they had just been given a box of canned food, but they were not willing to eat it, which was also sold in the port of Medan, but it was expensive, and only white people could afford to eat it before.

It was only then that Benson Tauhti came up with the idea that this kind of canned food was produced in southern Africa.

It turns out that southern Africa is not a barren land, at least southern Africa can produce its own canned food, while the East Indies cannot produce it.

The East Indies could only produce primary agricultural products and raw ores, as well as oil.

Yes, Borneo in the East Indies had oil, and it was the Royal Shell Oil Company that got the right to operate it.

Thinking of this, Benson Taugherty swelled up in his heart again, the Royal Shell Oil Company has shares in the British royal family, and the Queen of the Netherlands and the King of England seem to be related, so as long as the British King is willing to mediate, it may be able to calm the anger of Lord Nyasaland.

After a ten-minute break after lunch, more and more local residents were caught up in the mercenaries before they could fully enjoy the afternoon sun.

The mercenaries, who were still kind and pleasant just now, will be very strict once they start their work, and the clean-up work in the port continues, but by this time the number of fishing boats has increased to more than thirty, and more locals are working under the drive of the mercenaries, and they are working harder than cleaning their own homes.