MTL - The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria’s Mandate of Heaven-v3 Chapter 105 Treaty of Zanzibar

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Pursuing from morning to evening, Friedrich found himself following the enemy's lair. It is a bit ashamed to say that the Austrian Imperial Navy seems to be better at attacking cities than fleet decisive battles.

Because the target is big enough, and their firepower is strong enough. The obvious trading port in front of him had no barriers at all to stop the attack of the Austrian fleet.

Soon the surroundings of the port turned into a sea of ​​flames, and both Franz and Friedrich were very convinced that the fleet they encountered was the main force of the Omanis.

The elimination of a country's main fleet is undoubtedly a huge blow to it. The Oman Navy will not be able to make a comeback for at least ten years, and naturally it will not send warships to continue to fight its own ideas.

The great man once said "beat the dog in the water." Franz naturally understood the meaning. At this time, the incompleteness of Oman's kindness would become the motivation for their revenge.

Breaking their spines at once will make these rebellious guys much more peaceful, and it will reduce unnecessary casualties in the future.

With this in mind, Franz and Friedrich poured all the rockets they brought on the port city in front of them.

Just as they were considering whether to send the marines ashore to continue their campaign, an Arab boat sailed out holding a white flag.

"Stop fighting, we surrender!" The bearded man holding the white flag was crying, obviously frightened by this intense war.

"Who are you? What qualifications do you have to convince us!" Although it was great to win, Friedrich was really upset to be involved in an unknown war for no reason.

"I am Majid, the son of Saeed the Great, the governor of Zanzibar State. We have really surrendered, and I beg you not to fight any more." The prince, who is usually under one person and above ten thousand, is pleading and humble at this moment Pray for peace.

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"Haha, so you are the leader here! Why didn't you inform us when you provoked the war without authorization? I wouldn't mind razing this city to the ground for your actions!"

Friedrich decided that the person in front of him was the instigator, and he was going to make a big fortune so that he could go back and build a few more warships, and then come back and beat this bastard.

"Mayed Pasha led the army to attack you, it is none of our business. For the sake of the good Lord, please don't burn my city to the ground."

As Said's second son, Majid grew up listening to the legend of the Oman Empire's invincibility. In Mombasa, even the British who are known as the strongest in the world have to avoid their edge.

He has always believed that his country is the third most powerful country in the world; the first is the Ottoman Empire, the second is the United Kingdom, and the third is the Oman Empire, and one day he will lead the invincible Oman Navy to rule the world.

However, the sight in front of him completely shattered Majid's dream. Flames engulfed the city, and few ships managed to escape from the Oman Empire.

After hearing the news of the fiasco, the king of kings sitting in the center of the palace, his father, Said Said actually bowed his head and wept, and asked him to go to sea to ask for surrender. On this day, Majid's world collapsed. He was sitting in a small boat, accompanied by his most trusted mute servant.

The once bustling port was being swallowed by crackling fires, and the setting sun was like blood. Terrible explosives flew out from the huge iron warships, throwing the city into the embrace of the fire again.

Majid raised a white flag high, which shattered his dignity, but before he could be sad, the shells whistling past his ears vigorously waved the flag...

"You said it lightly. How about my people, my ship, and my losses!" Friedrich roared.

"We are willing to compensate according to the price." The nature of the Arab businessman prompted Majid to say such a sentence by accident.

"Compensation according to the price? Pull that stupid prince up!" Friedrich shouted.

The soldiers rushed down the ladder and came to Majid's side, but instead of helping him up the ladder, they **** the prince and pulled him up like a piece of cargo.

The dumb servant who was struggling to save his master wanted to stop the approaching soldier from being kicked into the sea, but the officer lost his patience and drew out his pistol.

Majid yelled "Don't come over, I'm fine!"

Franz, who was watching the play on the side of the boat, nodded approvingly, and asked, "you are Majeed?" Friedrich sat on the negotiating table that had been built.

"Yes. We sincerely hope to double the compensation for your losses. Believe me, please believe me." Majid changed his previous words, and was also surprised at the youth of the other party.

He thought it would be a mature and prudent general, but he didn't expect it to be a kid who didn't even have a beard.

"Do you think money can solve everything? How should the lives of my soldiers be counted?"

Friedrich looked aggressive, but Majid, who had the qualities of a cunning businessman, knew very well that the other party must think that he had not given enough money.

"Three times! I am willing to compensate your country three times for the losses, and I am willing to work with your country to maintain the security of the western Indian Ocean and jointly fight against Zawasan pirates."

"Three times?" Friedrich rubbed his chin, seeing that the other party readily agreed to quadruple, it shouldn't be a problem, let the adjutant report the battle damage first.

"Andre!"

The knowing adjutant hurried to Friedrich, sometimes loudly and sometimes whispering, "Grand Duke, we can't promise them, we are too bad.

Although none of the ships sank, and even the only ship encountered a storm in the East Indian Ocean~www.novelbuddy.com~, there were more than 300 casualties in this naval battle.

Of the five capital ships, the flagship suffered more serious damage, but ammunition wasted a lot; this conflict consumed hundreds of tons, and all 10,000 rockets were emptied. "

After doing some calculations, Friedrich felt that 2 million florins was more appropriate, so he waved his hand and said in a low voice, "Frantz, the compensation our navy demands cannot be less than 2 million florins. It’s up to you to play freely.”

Franz nodded, walked to the negotiating table and sat down.

"Who are you?" Majid asked very puzzled.

"Our leader." Friedrich introduced with an easy-to-understand word.

Now Majid was even more shocked. The one just now might have looked younger, but the one who came this time was a child at all. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "It's really more angry than a human being."

"We need your compensation of £1 million and the cession of all territories south of Bagamoyo."

"I'm really sorry, this is completely beyond our country's ability to pay. Moreover, the territory south of Bagamoyo belongs to several different families, and we cannot decide for the time being."

"Then we can use our method to convince those families, what do you think?"

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Franz asked wildly for the price, and Majid sat down to pay back the money. After some haggling between the two parties, the "Treaty of Zanzibar" was finally signed.

That is: the Oman Empire compensated the Austrian Empire 500,000 pounds, and ceded the area south of Bagamoyo to Austria. From the date of signing the agreement, the two sides ceased hostilities.