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Chapter 133 Shi Lang: Where's My Red-haired Barbarian Rescue Soldier? (Please subscribe!)

The matter of Qiongzhou Island has come to an end!
Escorted by the Guangdong Fleet, Zheng Kezang returned to Yizhou Island after a long absence.

The Western Expedition was a great success. In Anping Port, Zheng Kezang stepped down from the Dongning to meet the eagerly awaited eyes of civil and military officials and new cadets from the Dongning Military Academy.

The first thing Zheng Kezang did when he disembarked was not to wave to all the officials, but to turn his head to look at the construction site of the Venice Armory.

I don't know who started it, but there was a sudden sound on the pier: "Long live my king!"

Afterwards, the crowd followed suit.

The father-in-law Chen Yonghua who was at the scene affirmed that no one had discussed and arranged this matter beforehand.

There may be students from Dongning Military Academy who couldn't help shouting the first sentence, and then someone quickly joined in.

The shouts of "Long live" came one after another.

There was only one person at the scene who was slightly embarrassed, and that was Zhu Shugui, Prince of Peace.

It's just that he's old and has no ambitions.

Even if there is, it has been smoothed out.

When Zheng Jing was there, he had already been marginalized, and there was only one King Yanping in the eyes of civil and military officials.

Looking at the high-spirited Zheng Kezang, he is already 64 years old. If he can live longer, he might have to watch Zheng Kezang ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor.

Either way, it's better than being robbed by the Tartars, Zhu Shugui shook his head, thinking helplessly.

As soon as he got off the boat, Zheng Kezang found that the air in Dongning Mansion seemed to be worse than before the Western Expedition.

This is really good news!

Explain that there are more steam engines!The process of industrialization is accelerating!
Thanks to Zheng Kezang's tireless immigration, Yizhou Island now has a population of nearly 36. Walking on the road to Dongning Fucheng, it is obvious that the flow of people is even greater.

When the population increased, some tertiary industries affiliated to Dongning Fucheng also emerged, such as restaurants, cabinet shops, Feiqianzhuang, pawn shops, tea houses, antique shops, grocery stores, inns, painting boats, transportation companies, etc.

On the wide and bright roads, more and more concrete buildings are rising.

Passing by various workshops on the edge of the city, Zheng Kezang heard all kinds of noises, including the knocking of hydraulic forging hammers and the roar of steam engines. The rhythm was distinct and unpleasant, but Zheng Kezang liked it.

Standing on the edge of the crenel of the city wall of Dongningfu, Zheng Kezang can overlook the Heroes Monument in the suburbs, which is surrounded by the barracks of Dongning Military Academy and the Dongning General Manufacturing Bureau centered on the steel factory.

There is Dongning Military Academy guarding it, and it is not afraid that someone will destroy it or steal the stones of the monument.

My first wonder, where my dream begins.

Sometimes I have to come back to appreciate it, although because of the Martyrs' Shrine and the Arc de Triomphe, now when encountering major festivals or triumphant return, I rarely go to the side of the monument to hold ceremonies, resulting in a much weaker sense of existence of the monument.

On the other side, Chen Yonghua and others are ready to take Zheng Kezang and the guards to the Arc de Triomphe.

Seeing that Zheng Kezang was still in a daze, Chen Yonghua asked, "Qinshe, aren't you going to celebrate at the Arc de Triomphe today?"

Hearing his father-in-law's voice suddenly, Zheng Kezang came back to his senses, shook his head and said, "Forget it, father-in-law, it's just taking back a few small islands, not even a province, so don't bother!"

Zheng Kezang has raised the standard for walking the Arc de Triomphe. He must win at least one province before talking about it, otherwise he will get tired of walking every day.

"Qinshe is humbled. This is an unprecedented victory. In the first battle against Haiboping, the Tartars have already been crushed to death by us! They must be thinking about the terms of peace talks with us." Chen Yonghua laughed loudly.

"However, what Qin She said is reasonable. Let the soldiers of the Guards take a break. I saw them on the pier exhausted and a little tired." Chen Yonghua followed Zheng Kezang and canceled the celebration ceremony.

"Everything is kept simple, but one thing my father-in-law said is very accurate. Nalan Mingzhu, the important minister of the Tartars, has talked with me, but I have refused several times." Zheng Kezang continued Chen Yonghua's previous sentence.

"Harmony and disharmony are both beneficial." It is now October, autumn is strong, and a breeze blows by, and Chen Yonghua's beard is gently lifted.

"Father-in-law, tell me, I'm also hesitating." When he mentioned this, Zheng Kezang frowned.

"If there is a disagreement, we can move more inland population through small-scale landing operations to strengthen ourselves." Chen Yonghua said.

This is the same as what Zheng Kezang thought.

"It is true, but we have already absorbed a lot of people, and we still need to digest it." Yes, Yizhou Island is a bit overwhelmed by large-scale immigration. It is not because there is no land, but because there are not enough houses. Lived for new immigrants.

Digest it for a better feast.

"Qinshe, as for the quarrel, there is still some time, don't be in a hurry to have dinner, I will take you to meet someone first."

After all, Chen Yonghua took Zheng Kezang to the dungeon in Dongning Mansion.

When several people walked down the dark and damp stone steps, Zheng Kezang found that there were not many people in the dungeon of Dongning Mansion.

In the dungeon, it was pitch black.

Even with the illumination of two lanterns, it seems that it can't illuminate the substantial darkness that envelops it.

A disgusting stench filled the air, making it suffocating.

It is hard to imagine that the people imprisoned here will survive in this environment.

The guards led the way with lanterns, followed by Zheng Kezang and Chen Yonghua.

In the dim light of the lantern, they came to an iron gate.

Zheng Kezang stretched out his hand and pushed it, but remained motionless, his hands were covered with rust and dust.

The door is locked.

There was no movement inside either.

"Qinshe, don't worry!" Chen Yonghua stopped Zheng Kezang from moving, and held up a lantern to look up and down, and saw the lampstand hanging by the door, and half a candle.

So Chen Yonghua lit it immediately.

When the candle was lit, Zheng Kezang's sight became much more normal, and he realized that he was standing in the corridor. On both sides of the corridor were cells, and the doors were tightly closed.

The guards followed suit and lit all the candles around them.

Soon, the entire dungeon lit up.

Zheng Kezang found that there were seven or eight cells here, but there was no movement.

In the distance, at the end of the corridor, there is a wooden bed platform with iron chains, shackles, iron rods and some unknown instruments of torture, which looks very sinister.

And there were dark, unknown blood stains scattered on the wooden platform, obviously someone had been tortured here.

When the jailers guarding the dungeon saw the important person coming, they rushed up immediately.

"Open this door!" Chen Yonghua said to the jailer.

"Yes!"

The jailer moved quickly, and took out a large bunch of keys, like a treasure, and found the corresponding key in a short while, and opened the closed iron door.

With a creak, the door of the prison cell opened. There was no smell as expected, and the indoor environment looked clean.

Zheng Kezang poked his head out and looked inside. He was a middle-aged man with braids, looking very haggard.

But if Shi Lang is still alive, he will definitely say at this time: "Chen Ang, my red-haired barbarians are here to save the soldiers!"

(End of this chapter)