Why is Erha called Erha? The answer is obvious - because they are more Erha. If they are not Erha, then it is not Erha, but a police dog.

These guys with orange straps on their arms stopped retreating when they saw the artillery fire covering the other side. Logically speaking, the counterattack should have begun, but the result was that the glasses of the people on our ship were shattered all over the floor!

When they saw the other party being beaten and fled in a hurry, they did not take advantage of the momentum to fight back, but instead laughed at the fleeing enemy and laughed so hard that they turned back and forth.

What the hell is this? Are these guys filming? I was confused and couldn't help but order the shelling to be suspended.

Seeing that the firepower was suppressed, the guys on the other side immediately emerged and rushed over with long spears and short cannons! Several of the bullets hit the deck of my flagship and were deeply trapped in it!

This is live ammunition! But why did those guys react just now? They are clearly making fun of it, okay?

Seeing that the guy with orange straps on the pier started running away again, I shook my head helplessly and ordered to continue firing. However, before the sun set, the two sides fighting on the pier waved the white flag together!

What routine is this?

Seeing that both sides did not fight anymore, I wondered, so I sent Mavie to the dock with a few people on a boat to negotiate with the people there. When Mavie came back with a confused look on his face, he told me what he asked, I was instantly intoxicated by him.

Why not fight? The answer from both sides to me was: The sun is setting, now is rest time! I won’t fight anymore!

In other words, it's off work!

I......

It turns out that TMD really has this operation?

I suddenly remembered the yellow vest revolution that happened in France in my previous life. The hardworking and brave French people went to work from Monday to Friday. On weekends, they wore yellow vests together and ran to landmark buildings such as Danfossil Palace, Champs Elysees, and Eiffel Tower.

After the weekend is over, they will still go to their own classes on Monday and go their own jobs... Some core backbones have to ask for leave because the business trip time cannot be adjusted. I have to say that this revolution is also quite professional...

But I heard that in my previous life, I really encountered this situation in this life, which made people speechless for a long time. I just felt a crow flying over my head, and a divine beast was rushing in my heart! I came to support me from afar, but I got off work!

I %￥#@&*…!!! No wonder there are only a few broken places, just a few birds, just a few broken things, and I can fight for eighty years! It turns out that they are calculated based on working hours on weekdays!

However, I have no position when I get angry, so I will send it to Hong Kong first!

Most of the staff at the dock were wearing orange straps, and of course there were also those who did not straps. The opponents were mixed together. They happily helped my fleet dock and completed the registration matters. They happily went to the tavern to have a drink!

I:......

Seeing that I was puzzled, Christina smiled and explained: "These guys in the Low Countries pay the most attention to enjoyment. When the sky falls, they must drink the last sip of wine in the bottle before they die. You can take their lives, but it cannot prevent them from taking a vacation, resting, drinking, and having an affair!"

I:......

Just as I was looking dark, a young man with an orange strap on his arm ran over and said something in a language I couldn't understand. I turned my head to look at the translator who had just been invited from the dock, and he told me that Mr. Van Butten, the southern leader of the Utrecht League, wanted to see me, and was in the tavern in front.

I suddenly felt uneasy again!

The title of the southern leader of the Utrecht Alliance is equivalent to the commander-in-chief of a front army. But it looks like it is more than two floors here. I just met me in a tavern within the line of exchange...

I have to say that this is a subversion of the word "revolution" in my decades of understanding!

Go! Go and have a look! I thought to myself. I have come here, so I can’t just not meet just because the other party is unreliable!

So I took a few people and arranged some as supporters, so I had no choice but to follow the young man named Liam to the tavern.

Actually, I still had a little fantasy on the way, that is, this tavern is a tavern in name, but in fact it is a secret base. It is very vigilant inside and has a high level of security defense, but it looks like an ordinary house outside.

But when he really came to the door, Liam opened the tavern gate, and a loud noise from the sky almost rushed me up!

I guarantee that with my decades of life experience in my past and present lives - this is definitely not a secret base with strict security, it is a tavern! A tavern with low-end and mixed personnel, buying inferior alcohol and vulgar powder!

I was vomiting blood. As Liam was wandering around the crowd, many people were already drunk, and some were still carrying injuries. At first glance, they were new injuries, and the gauze was slightly bleeding, but they were still drunk here. The people around me might be companions, or they might be the culprits of his injury, but here, no one cares about these because... it's time to get off work!

When I came to the innermost compartment - I was very glad that there was a compartment, not a long table in the hall, and I finally met the southern head of the Utrecht League - Mr. Van Butten.

A young man in his early thirties had blonde hair, as bright as the sun. But maybe it was because he hadn't washed for a few days, or maybe it was because the dancer who was holding him and drinking was rubbing his makeup onto his hair. His blonde hair looked very greasy, and strands were pressed on top of his head.

My white face looked flushed due to excessive alcohol consumption, with very strong excitement and pleasure. Seeing me in, he shouted, and the translator next to me told me that he meant to let me sit down! He would like to give him three cups of helper first!

To be honest, I don’t hate drinking—of course, I don’t like white wine, I still like red wine or beer or rum—but I hate excessive alcohol, that is, drinking meaningless wine.

Looking at the room drinking in a mess, I was afraid that every penny in my pocket had been granted to the sex workers who accompanied me for drinking, I really had the urge to turn around. But after thinking about it, I sat down and said lightly: "Tell him, I don't know how to drink."

When Fan Buten heard me speak English, he immediately spoke in English: "My dear friend! Let's have a glass! Weisen's craft stout beer, you will definitely regret it if you don't drink it!"

As he said that, he snapped his fingers, and several young men, including Liam, immediately picked up the cup and picked me up a glass of beer from the big barrel next to him! The huge wooden cup was filled with beer foam and was placed on the table in front of me.

I was staring at the glass of wine and was stunned. Fan Buten suddenly laughed and said, "Everyone! Honest Mr. Dongfang! He is our friend! He helped us defeat the attack of the old Hansen and his gang! Twice!"

The men and women around us cheered together, raised their glasses and shouted at me. Some I could understand, some I couldn't understand, but the general meaning was good! The meaning of beating those fools hard.

Although it is nonsense, everyone's face reveals an incomparable sincerity! These people... I am really confused. Are they really confused or are they really enjoying the process of this struggle?

Speechlessly, I also picked up the wine glass and clinked hard with the glasses that came over. Amid the cheers, I picked up the wine glass and drank it down!

A whistle suddenly sounded around him, and Fan Buten exaggeratedly shouted to the people around him: "Look! The black-haired Mr. Dongfang even has such a great alcohol tolerance!"

Before I could speak, there was another middle-aged man next to me with a half-beard, with a shiny shaved on his head, and his muscles were bulging. However, a middle-aged man with a big belly knocked his glass heavily on the table!

Fan Buten glanced at him and laughed: "Old Manson is not convinced! He wants to challenge the black-haired Mr. Dongfang!"

Old Hansen? Isn’t that the enemy they talk about? Why are the two sides sitting together?

Seeing me looking confused, Fan Buten laughed and said, "Yes! Yes! Old Hansen is my uncle, but he is a little noble from the south. He listens to the Spanish and is incompatible with us beggars at sea! But...but!"

He pointed to the calendar on the wall and said, "Today is Friday! Friday! You must have fun on the weekend! Spain, the Netherlands, and Utrecht will let go first, let's drink enough first! Let's talk about the revolution on Monday!"

As he said that, he raised his glass and said to the old manson: "Come on! Uncle, let's have a drink together! This gentleman is very powerful and can easily defeat your guard!"

Although the old manson did not object to sitting with the "opposition" nephew to drink, he did not think that his nephew was so nonsensical. He picked up the wine glass, looked at me coldly, and touched the wine glass with me. We took a sip and put down the wine glass, but still said nothing.

Seeing that we were not happy with drinking, Fan Buten shouted and asked us to drink again. This didn't count. But who cares about him? The drunkard couldn't tell the difference between the east, south, west and north after a while, so he ran to the side to drink with others.

"Why are you attacking us?" Old Hansen suddenly asked when the people around him were not at our side.

"Maybe, it's for justice!" I picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

"These ignorant children followed William to make trouble. The adults in the south were extremely angry. But these children still didn't know the importance of it." Old Hansen still looked at me coldly and said, "William took the lead in causing trouble in Amsterdam, claiming to be officially established in one month. These stupid boys wanted to fight for Antwerp's independence, saying that they were going to present a gift to the establishment of the Dutch Republic! Damn, they are really helping the stupid boys!"

As he said that, he picked up the wine glass and finished drinking it. He handed the empty cup to the younger brother on the side, signaling him to give him another cup. Then he turned to me and whispered: "I am a nobleman conferred by the king of Spain. I have the responsibility to suppress these young men. But... but there are many of them here, including my relatives, in-laws, or friends with one kind or another. I can't do it like them raising a butcher knife!"

While speaking, my brother handed the filled wine glass to Old Hansen again. He was about to pick it up and continue drinking, but I stretched out the cup. Old Hansen was stunned, then smiled and stretched out the cup and touched me, "Hansen*yang"!

I smiled and took back the cup and said, "Sun Qilan."

The old manson looked at me and asked, "Ming Dynasty people? Why are you here?" After that, he took a sip of wine and continued to stare at me.

I took a sip of wine, and my eyes flashed with a flash of fire: "Because the Spaniards wanted to rob my wealth, they almost killed my fiancée!"

The old manson smacked his lips helplessly, tilted his head and said, "That's not a trivial matter! It seems that we may have to meet on the battlefield in the future!"

This sounds quite strange, but it is so natural to say it from the old Hansen. Gradually, I seemed to have begun to accept this strange philosophy of freedom. Yes, war is a matter between countries, and it does not affect everyone below being friends, relatives, or even lovers.

The various aspects of people's livelihood under the war may be something I can never fully see and understand!

So I picked up the wine glass, touched the old Hansen again, and smiled and said, "Then you have to take care of yourself!"

The old manson looked at me and smiled and said, "So too! I wish your fiancée a speedy recovery!"

While clinking glasses and drinking, Fan Buten shouted in the crowd: "Cheers for freedom!"

For a moment, the crowd was in high spirits. It was ridiculous, pitiful and cute people!
Chapter completed!