Daming: Insist on 60 billion explosive soldiers unwaveringly

If it was an empty promise in the past, then today's matter is a real vote.

Qian Yiqian, the minister of the Ministry of Rites, is not important enough, but at this moment, Qian Yiqian is not only the minister of the Ministry of Rites, but also an imperial envoy of Chongzhen.

Their move directly offended Chongzhen to death.

However, apart from being a little nervous at this moment, everyone has no unnecessary worries.

Not worried at all.

The location of Qiongzhou Island is special, not only close to Manila, but also close to Annan.

Liu Xiang went out to sea with such a big noise, and then fled to Annan in despair, she couldn't hide it from the people of Qiongzhou Island at all.

And who defeated Liu Xiang?

Everyone is very clear in their hearts, there is no one except His Royal Highness Gui Wang.

In an instant, the entire Qiongzhou Mansion completely returned.

As soon as Wan Qiong finished speaking, Fang Long said worriedly:

"It's just that Qian Yiqian keeps clamoring that he has important matters to meet with His Highness. Now His Highness is not on the island. I really don't know what to do?"

As he said that, Fang Long asked suspiciously: "My lord, what important matter does he have? Did it say it in the imperial decree?"

Wan Qiong didn't open his mouth when he heard the words, but directly greeted Fang Long and said, "Come here and see for yourself."

Fang Long was not polite either, and walked forward directly, looking at the imperial decree spread out on the table.

But with just one glance, Fang Long's eyes widened, and he shouted in shock: "Confused! The court actually wants to move King Gui to Phi Island as a vassal. This is to borrow the hands of the Tartars and kill His Highness!"

What is Phi Island? Although they are in the southernmost part of Daming, they are no strangers to Phi Island.

In the past few years, the imperial court's acquisitions of Houjin were basically related to Pidao.

Pi Dao is a dagger that Daming puts on Hou Jin's waist, but it also makes Hou Jin hate it to the bone.

If the news of Zhu Youchen's feudal Phi Island spreads, Hou Jin will definitely attack Phi Island with all his troops.

"Hmph!" Wan Qiong snorted coldly, but there was a flash of anxiety in his eyes, and he continued:

"The imperial court will never let go of this matter. Although we have arrested Qian Yiqian, it will be delayed for three days at most. After three days, Qian Yiqian has not returned, and the Guangzhou government will definitely send someone to ask. At that time, His Highness Things can't be saved."

Fang Long's face was tense, and there was a trace of solemnity on his face. They were not afraid of the Guangzhou government. At this moment, most of the soldiers and horses from Guangdong and Guangxi were transferred to Guizhou to suppress the rebellion.

The serious thing is that this matter must be rushed to the capital for eight hundred miles, and sent to the Emperor Chongzhen. This is an earth-shattering event.

Since ancient times, the sky has no two suns, and the people have no two masters.

Even if it is a post-gold slave, or the extravagant King Liang, they are not as good as King Gui.

As soon as this matter happened, Chongzhen would definitely be furious, and would definitely crush him with the force of thunder.

Even though the governors of the five southeastern provinces are temporarily unable to get away, Zheng Zhilong, the admiral of Fujian's navy, is within reach.

Thinking of this, Fang Long suddenly became anxious, and said anxiously: "This matter is extremely urgent, and His Highness King Gui must be informed immediately."

But Zhu Youzhen is now thousands of miles away in the South Seas, with nowhere to go, and it will take more time for them to contact Zhu Youzhen.

And what they lack the most right now is time.

"If we plan for the worst, we only have half a month at most. The news must be delivered to His Highness within ten days."

Wan Qiong said directly, and then he looked at Fang Long seriously and said, "I must sit in Qiongzhou at this moment and cannot get away, and you should immediately set off for Nanyang and deliver the news to King Gui."

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"I see!"

Fang Long immediately bowed his hand to Wan Qiong solemnly. The time was actually very tense, it was absolutely against the clock, and it was extremely urgent.

However, apart from other things, this matter alone is concerned.

If Zhu Youchen ascended to the throne of God in the future, today's incident will definitely be a great achievement for being a marquis and rewarding uncle.

And Wan Qiong returned the salute with the same solemn bow, and continued: "I stay in the city, and I will also appease and delay Qian Yiqian for a period of time, and try my best to buy more time."

But whether there is such a time, in fact, Wan Qiong doesn't have any confidence in his heart.

Nanyang is said to be small and small, but it is also big to say that it is very normal for two ships to pass by each other on the vast ocean without seeing each other.

 …  

Just stop for a while on both sides of the same island, and you may completely miss the news.

However, things have come to this point, and Wan Qiong, as the prefect of Qiongzhou, has absolutely no way out.

If there is no way to retreat, then you can only advance bravely in the torrent.

Moreover, Wan Qiong didn't think that Zhu Youchen would lose in his heart. At this moment, he was thinking about the earth-shaking changes in Qiongzhou after Zhu Youchen's arrival, and he still didn't believe that Zhu Youchen would lose.

Emperor Chongzhen was so kind, Wan Qiong had never seen it with his own eyes, but he saw the changes brought about by Zhu Youchen with his own eyes.

"Your Highness, I, Wan Qiong, will bet this time!"

However, Fang Long's body was shocked, and he stared at Wan Qiong with wide eyes in shock. Wan Qiong insisted on staying, which meant that Wan Qiong could not leave at all.

As for things like treason, being caught will punish the Nine Clans.

At this moment, Wan Qiong not only bet on himself, but even the lives of his nine clans.

It's easy to bet on your own life, but who dares to bet on the life of the whole family?

What's more, Fang Long is betting on the lives of the Nine Clans at this moment.

"If His Highness will rule the world in the future, Fang Long's actions today will make him a hereditary duke!!"

What is Conglonggong?

This is the work of Conglong!

At the moment, Fang Long didn't delay anymore, and immediately said: "Then I will set off for Nanyang immediately."

After saying that, Fang Long turned around and walked outside. He will go out to sea via Li Hu's Hainan Guard, and go straight to the port of Brunei, Java... Next.

Chapter 122

boom--

In the gloomy sky, there was the sound of thunder running over, the clouds were dark and dense, one after another, and lightning flashed in it.

Things change in Java.

Outside the city of Batavia, Zhu Youchen raised his eyes lightly, glanced at the sky, and suddenly said softly, "Is it going to rain? This rain is just in time!"

After saying that, Zhu Youchen turned his head back to the city of Batavia in front of him, and his vision slowly expanded.

The Batavia Fortress, which was full of gunpowder smoke, was still towering, but from the open gate, countless people were led out like cattle and horses.

One row after another, countless people gathered into a long dragon-like team, and gradually lined up in the wilderness outside the city.

There are old and young, male and female.

These people are the remaining Dutch and natives in Batavia.

Brave people are only a minority after all.

Even though it was a group of desperadoes and villains who rushed over from thousands of miles away, facing the truly fearless spearmen and spear-throwing warriors, they were still killed and collapsed after all.

From spirit to body, a complete breakdown.

Moreover, 16 people collapsed together.

At this moment, in the wilderness outside the city, all the surviving people were driven out like livestock.

The weeping sound was firmly suppressed, the once ecstatic and carefree children were now full of horror, the surrounding women, no matter how high or low, were all trembling, and the old people were even more desperate.

Their surroundings had long been surrounded by layers of black pikemen and elite spear-throwing fighters, and their cold eyes made everyone dare not look directly at them.

These are all the advanced soldiers who attacked Batavia Fortress, [-] spearmen, and [-] elite spear-throwing fighters.

Definitely the best of the best.

However, the attack on Batavia was the heaviest casualty since Zhu Youchen's rise.

Counting from the day he marched, he recruited a total of 22 spearmen, [-] spear-throwing fighters, and a total of [-] soldiers of various types on the battleship.

However, as of now, the total number of soldiers and horses present is only 17, and [-] soldiers and horses were killed.

Forty-five thousand elite soldiers!

Among them were seventeen thousand spear-throwing warriors.

However, the harvest is also very gratifying. At this moment, the wealth in the city has not been counted, but the population of 16 alone is already a huge fortune.

Or experience, enough experience for the remaining [-] spearmen to advance to the next level.

"Ah ah... ah..."

All men who were taller than the wheels were lifted out of the crowd, their bound hands were like cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered, their mouths were strangled but they could not speak any words.

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty!"

A number of advanced pikemen pressed them to the ground.

All the men were horrified beyond measure, and everyone knew what was going to happen next.

Execution.

They will be executed.

Immediately, all the people were weeping, crazy, and struggling crazily. They just let them struggle, but they couldn't get rid of the tall and burly pikemen behind them.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

There were crisp slapping sounds one after another.

A well-known long swordsman straightened the heads of all the remaining people with an icy long sword, so that they would always keep their eyes open and see what happened next.

The surviving members of the East India Board of Directors and a group of officers were deliberately brought in front of Zhu Youchen by the elite spear-throwing fighters, straightened their heads, opened their eyes and forced them to look at the field.

In front of them, Zhu Youchen's words came into their ears:

"I said long ago that if you surrender, you will spare women and children. Not only did you reject my goodwill, but you also took the lead in resisting my fighters in the city. I used to be very angry, but now everything is not important."

While speaking, Zhu Youchen stood up and looked up at the black clouds gradually drifting in the distance: "The rain is coming!"

On the field, a number of spearmen lined up and walked behind the bound people in the field. The spears in their hands were raised upside down, and the sharp spear points touched the backs of everyone.

Many kneeling people may have resigned themselves to their fate with numb eyes and shut their eyes, some were still timid and weeping softly, some broke down and cried, and even some people were so frightened that they peed and shit.

There were even children who were just taller than the wheels, feeling the coldness in their backs at this moment, and burst into tears in vain in fright.

Immediately, the women and children on the other side were aroused to cry one by one, weeping and growling.

There was another bang in the sky, thunder rolled, and a drop of rain fell first among the heavy cumulus clouds.

Zhu Youchen raised his face, noticed a drop of coldness blooming on his face, and suddenly said:

"There are quite a few natives who have been killed by you over the years. Presumably the natives also hate you in their hearts."

"Forget it, I will send out a kind heart today, let them relieve their hatred before they die, let's look at it a little bit."

"[-] kills, after all the men are killed, then kill the natives."

After saying that, Zhu Youyou lifted the hem of the red royal robe and sat down. Behind him, the leader of the long swordsmen, Changjia, immediately opened the canopy, and the splashing rain fell, splashing on the ground...

The leader of the elite spear-throwing warriors beside him, Zheng, raised the short spear in his hand and shouted coldly, "Execution—"

The [-] Dutchmen who were tied up were kicked, their heads were pressed down, their backs were arched, and their inverted spears were raised for a moment, and then fell.

"Pfft!"

The blood burst out at that moment, and the sharp spear tip pierced the ground.

Thriller.

The hair is creepy.

[Ding, arms are promoted, pikemen +10000]

Zhu Youchen narrowed his eyes, looked at the people in East India who had seen the whole scene, and said lightly: "How is it? My compatriots have been executed, so feel at ease. How do you think this king will deal with you next?"