In the afternoon of the next day, the city of Geranza.

It was the beginning of June, and the heat in the city of Geranza, which stood on top of the sandbar, was sparsely vegetated, and the Dutch soldiers on patrol were tanned.

In the tower above the city gate, two Dutch officers sat in chairs and chatted, one of whom was Captain Caton, who had retreated from the city of Promensha.

"Basham, is Governor Ovat just watching Taiwan being occupied by the Great Commander? When will our fleet return? Caton seemed very dissatisfied.

After all, he participated in the defense of the city of Promenza, and half of his soldiers died, and finally fled to Geranza, only to find that the governor Ovat was hiding in the city and did not go out.

In other words, if he and his soldiers did not retreat at that time, he and his soldiers would hardly have any way to live, which made Caton very uncomfortable.

There were obviously five or six thousand heavily armed soldiers in the city of Geranza, and even if Ovat did not send his own soldiers, at least the three thousand English should be sent to support, and three thousand men in the city of Geranza were enough.

No fleet or army could break through the defensive line of the castle of Geranza by artillery, as was the consensus of all the Dutch who were familiar with the defense of the city.

"Oh, man, don't worry, our food is enough to support until the end of the year, and those broken ships of the Ming Dynasty can't attack it."

Basham seemed to know why his old friends were so agitated, but they were only junior officers, and they were helpless against orders from above.

"You'd better not go to Lord Doge, he's been in a bad temper lately, and he has appointed Governor Jon of Batavia as Commander of the Fleet, which is terrible for Lord Ovat." Basham persuaded again.

"I'm not that stupid, I'm just whining." Caton was a little frustrated.

"My daughter is eight years old, and after two years and enough money, I'm going to quit my job and leave the company, damn it! No more meat? Ka Pao said as he walked to the pantry, but there was nothing but white rice.

"Oh, the barbarians in the mountains were supposed to send venison yesterday, but I think it should have been the people of the Ming Dynasty who stopped them, and they had no reason to let those barbarians bring us food." Basham also seems to miss the fragrant venison roasted.

The weather was so hot that the meat could not be stored at all, and in the summer the venison in the castle was delivered every two days by the barbarians of the mountains.

As for them, they only need to reward the savages with a pile of salt, so that whenever the barbarians come, their soldiers always point their guns at them with mockery.

"Caton, are the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty very powerful?" Basham was angry, and he decided to change the subject.

At this moment, there was a commotion outside the tower, which seemed to be an argument, and Basham, as the chief of the tower, had to go outside to bask in the sun.

Out of the tower, a group of Dutch soldiers in the city was arguing, and Basham glanced down at the city, and his eyes immediately lit up.

Twenty or thirty barbarians came down from the city, all of whom were swarthy and almost naked, with only a sackcloth wrapped around their crotch, most of them wearing a multicolored collar made of animal teeth around their necks, and a dark black stripe on their chin and forehead.

In front of them lay a dozen freshly hunted livestock, and they raised their heads and shouted at the city, as if to make the Dutch open the gates.

"Captain Basham, our city of Geranja is besieged by the Ming fleet, they must have been instructed by the Ming people, otherwise how would they pass through the defense line of the Ming people?

Nord, these gluttons, they want to let these barbarians into the city! A Dutch soldier saw the two commanders coming and hastened to explain.

Basham was overwhelmed when he saw several deer underneath him, but the soldier's worries were the same as what he had just told Caton, and the group was very suspicious.

"Why don't you report to Governor Owat?" Caton and Basham glanced at each other, and he also saw the longing of his old friend.

"I'm going to go to you, I'm not going anyway." Basham said.

Their direct commander, Dorne, followed the fleet to Sulu, and the two discussed that they wanted the people of the city to put the prey in bamboo baskets and pull it up from under the city walls, but the barbarians under the city refused on the grounds that they would pay for it with one hand and deliver the goods with the other.

"Damn, we have guns and cannons in our hands, why should we be afraid of these barbarians, they don't even have weapons!" Caton had just drunk and stomped his foot angrily.

This seems to be said to the people around him, after all, if something goes wrong, the people around him can testify, and this statement is in the heart of Basham, and they really don't have any need to be afraid.

In Dongcheng, where they were in charge, there were 270 pikemen and 460 musketeers, and they also had newly developed firearms in China.

The two agreed, Caton was responsible for the defense of the city, and Basham took 200 men down to receive prey.

For the sake of safety, every time the barbarians from the mountains came, they entered the city through a small gate to the left of the east gate, which was made of thick cast iron and could only pass through two people side by side at the same time.

Under the surveillance of the Dutch, the group carried prey such as mountain deer and wild boars and entered through the small door.

"How did you get here through the blockade of the Ming people?" Basham asked Basso.

Basham knew that this barbarian named Basso could understand the Da Ming language, and he specially called Chen Gui, the newly found interpreter in the castle since He Bin fled.

Chen Gui translated Basham's words to Basso as they were, Basso snorted coldly and was very disdainful of Basam's words, no one could stop the agile and heroic Taroko people, and after speaking, he pointed in the direction of the seaside and signaled that they came by wooden boat.

Basham was still not at ease, and more than 200 Dutch soldiers surrounded Basso and the others with muskets, and many of them pointed at the barbarians who were only wrapped in sackcloth behind Basso.

Basso was accustomed to the taunts of the curly-haired men, and the few clansmen behind him looked coldly at the Dutch around them, as if they were showing signs of anger.

Basham was still worried about the problems with these prey, and wanted to use this to reduce the price, compressing the hundred pounds of refined salt and fifty pounds of kerosene that had been given to them to half.

When Basso heard this, he only turned back and pointed at the people, and immediately three people came out and pointed at the short knife at the waist of the Dutch soldier.

The Dutch soldier immediately became nervous, several guns pointed at the man, and after Basso explained, Basham threw his dagger at the man and took two steps back.

The Taroko tribesman slashed all the prey in the chest with a dagger in his hand, and the rest of the people put their hands through the bloody hole in the prey's chest, and from time to time they tore out the heart of the prey.

Several people stood up and carried the bloody internal organs in their hands, glanced coldly at the Dutch soldiers around them, and actually opened their mouths and took a bite, and the smell of blood immediately spread.

A few Dutch soldiers even made a gesture to vomit, but Basham said to himself that they were indeed barbarians, and although he no longer doubted these prey, he still did not want to exchange all his supplies for them.

After all, although meat is a good thing, but now that the city of Geransha is blocked by the Ming soldiers, it may last for a long time, and although the supplies in the city are sufficient, it can also be saved.

Where is Basso willing to do it, he originally wanted to use the blockade of the Ming people as an excuse to increase the price, the two sides immediately quarreled, seven or eight Gaoshan people pushed the Dutch soldiers in the front row, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.

Without Basham's order, the Dutch soldiers did not dare to shoot without permission, Basham was afraid that he would annoy this group of barbarians, and there would be no venison to eat in the future, after all, it was not as good as before, and he could go to the mountains to hunt for pleasure if he had nothing to do.

After a stalemate for a while, Basham happily handed over the supplies to Basso, and Basso led his men out of the city with the supplies on their backs.

No one noticed that after the clash just now, Basso's team was missing three people.

Basham ordered his men to report all their prey to the residence of Governor Ovat, and he carried a fresh deer on his hind legs.

"Oh, Caton, see what I've brought?"

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