Chapter 332 Treaty of Zanzibar

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

Because the target is large enough and their firepower is strong enough. The obvious trading port in front of them has no barrier to stop the attack of the Austrian fleet.

Soon the port was surrounded by a sea of ​​fire. Franz and Friedrich were very sure that the fleet they encountered was the main force of the Omanis.

And destroying the main fleet of a country is undoubtedly a huge blow to it. At least in ten years, the Omani navy will not be able to make a comeback, and naturally it will not send warships to continue to attack its own side.

The great man once said, "You have to hit the dog when it's down." Franz naturally understood the meaning. At this time, kindness to Oman may become their motivation for revenge.

Breaking their spines at once will make these unruly guys much more obedient, and it can reduce unnecessary casualties later.

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 the cleanup, an Arab boat came out with a white flag.

"Stop fighting, we surrender!" The bearded man holding the white flag cried, obviously frightened by this high-intensity war.

"Who are you? What qualifications do you have to convince us!" Although it was great to win the war, Friedrich was really upset to be involved in an unknown war inexplicably.

"I am Majid, the son of Said the Great, the governor of Zanzibar. We really surrender, and I beg you not to fight anymore." This prince, who was usually second to none, now prayed for peace in a pleading and humble tone.

"Haha, so you are the leader here! Why didn't you inform us when you started the war? I will not go too far even if I raze this city to the ground!"

Friedrich determined that the man in front of him was the instigator. He was ready to make a lot of money so that he could go back and build more warships and then come back to beat this bastard.

"It was Mayed Pasha who led the army to attack you. It has nothing to do with us. For the sake of the merciful Lord, please don't raze my city to the ground."

As Said's second son, Majid grew up listening to the legend of the Oman Empire's victory in every battle. In Mombasa, even the British, who are known as the strongest in the world, have to avoid its 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 Omani Navy to rule the world.

However, the scene in front of him completely shattered Majid's dream. The flames burned the entire city, and only a few ships managed to escape the Oman Empire.

After learning the news of the tragic defeat, the King of Kings, his father, Sayid Sayyid, who was sitting in the center of the palace, actually bowed his head and shed tears, and asked him to surrender at sea. Majid's world collapsed that day. He sat in a small boat, followed by a mute servant he trusted most.

(It is said that every great sultan will have a deaf-mute execution squad.)

The once prosperous port was now being devoured by crackling flames, the setting sun was like blood, and terrible explosives kept flying from those huge iron warships, throwing the city into the arms of fire again.

Majid raised a white flag high, which shattered his dignity, but he had no time to be sad, and the shells whistling past his ears shook the flag vigorously.

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

"We are willing to pay according to the price." The nature of Arab merchants prompted Majid to say such a sentence.

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

The soldiers threw down the ladder and came to Majid, but did not help him up the ladder. Instead, they tied up the prince and pulled him up like a piece of cargo.

The mute servant who was struggling to save his master wanted to stop the soldier from kicking him into the sea, but the officer lost his patience and pulled out his pistol.

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

Franz, who was watching the show on the side of the ship, nodded approvingly, and asked with a "conscience", "Are you Majid?" Friedrich sat on the negotiation table.

"Yes. We sincerely hope to double your compensation for your losses. God, please believe me." Majid changed his previous wording and was also surprised by the other party's youth.

He thought that the general who came would be a mature and steady general, but he didn't expect it to be a little kid without even a beard.

(At that time, Arabs generally grew beards, and there was a special meaning. One of the punishments was to burn the beard.)

"Do you think money can solve everything? What about the lives of my soldiers?"

Friedrich seemed aggressive, but Majid, who was a cunning businessman, knew very well that the other party must think that he didn't pay enough.

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

(The Zawasan pirates were once active in the Arab pirate gangs in the Western Indian Ocean and the Persian Gulf.)

"Three times?" Friedrich touched his chin. Seeing that the other party agreed to four times so readily, it should not be a problem. Let the adjutant report the war losses first.

"Andre!"

The adjutant hurried to Friedrich's side, sometimes loudly and sometimes whispered, "Grand Duke, we can't agree to them. We are at a loss.

Although no ship sank, and even the only one was in the storm in the East Indian Ocean, there were more than 300 brothers killed and wounded in this naval battle.

The flagship of the five battleships was the most seriously damaged, but the ammunition loss was not small; this conflict consumed hundreds of tons, and 10,000 rockets were fired."

After a rough calculation, Friedrich felt that 2 million florins was more appropriate, so he waved his hand and whispered, "Franz, the compensation required by our navy cannot be less than 2 million florins. The rest depends on your free play."

Franz nodded and walked to the negotiation table and sat down.

"Who are you?" Majid asked in confusion.

"Our boss." Friedrich introduced him in a simple and easy-to-understand term.

This time, Majid was even more shocked. The one just now might have looked younger, but the one who came this time was just a child. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "It's really annoying to compare yourself with others."

"We need you to pay 1 million pounds in compensation and cede all the territory south of Bagamoyo."

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

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

Franz asked for a sky-high price, and Majid paid the money on the spot. After a round of bargaining, the two sides finally signed the "Treaty of Zanzibar".

That is: the Oman Empire compensated the Austrian Empire with 500,000 pounds and ceded the area south of Bagamoyo to Austria. From the date of the signing of the agreement, both sides stopped hostile acts.