The west and north of Fengju City in Penghu are water, so in addition to using rockets and other radioactive operations, Lu Tingwan and others cannot wipe out the Red Barbarians in a short time. The troops of the Far East also have shortcomings. Not everyone is good at water warfare. This is the idea of ​​Van Dijk, who escaped from the South China Sea and entered Sumatra.

Although there were only a few captains, dozens of sailors, and less than one hundred soldiers, a governor and two colonels were still not desperate. They returned to Malacca City on the east coast of the strait with hope, preparing to replenish supplies there and gather the troops there to fight again.

Speaking of which, these Westerners really have a kind of "undestined tenacity". For example, they failed several times in China and the United States, and after several failures, they still did not give up. They cruelly and bloodily exterminated the civilizations of China and the United States, as well as countless natives in North and South America, now Van Dijk is like this, but unfortunately they met Jia Cong!

Van Biya was very tragic. One of his eyes was shot in the war, so he was resentful: "The Far East people are more conservative, they are all hateful diehards! Governor General, I concluded that Jia Cong would not come nor dare to come to Manlaga."

"We are not afraid even if we come! Most of the Far Eastern people are incompetent! The neighboring Siam country cannot control Manlaga. Portugal occupied this place first and then won gloriously by us. It can be said that it has changed its master three times."

Matthew Is, who was exhausted, said furiously: "The Strait of Malacca is a major transportation route and important route between the West, Arabia, India and the Far East, which is roughly equivalent to the English Strait. Oh, the Strait of Hormuz is more appropriate than it. They are the lifelines of the East and the West. With this stronghold, we can make a comeback."

As they said, if it is smooth, the return to the city is no less than God's guidance, Noah's Ark, which is a ray of light in the darkness. At this moment, they mustered up their last courage to approach the light of hope.

The land of hope is calm and the Melaka route has always been like this. There are few strong winds and waves. However, it is closer to the equator and it is hotter. However, Van Dijk still keeps his usual vigilance and reminds him: "The captains of each ship are careful to be stranded. God never gives us a perfect Garden of Eden. The calm Melaka seems safe, but it is most likely to be stranded."

This is their long-standing experience, and Matthewyth accused his superiors seriously: "Mr. Governor, we should not complain, we should repent, especially against God."

Van Dijk was furious but refused to respond. Van Biya shook his head. Although they were all religious, many Westerners were also indifferent to God and ignored them, even many clergymen were like this. Matthewyth belonged to the pious category, otherwise they would not have taken a name from the Bible.

"See the light." When Van Dyke knew it was not a fight in the nest, they saw the sun. Their city was in a distance. Everyone was excited and got off the boat and went ashore. Van Dyke survived the disaster, feeling worried: "Jia Cong is not a good person. First, block the economy first, let me be in chaos, and then be in a state of war... I hope this time is safe!"

"The light is here." The city of Malacca, which combines Chinese and Western China, gives people a unique experience. When they got ashore and had not yet arrived at the city, they suddenly met a team of people in strange clothes on the side of the official road erected by the eunuch of Sanbao. They were neither Westerners nor Chinese. They wore gold and silver, and their skin was black and yellow, but they were dressed like the ruler of Dashun. They were tall and big horses, and they seemed to be the head of the man. He said with a look of comfort: "I am here to regain my lost land!"

"You...you..." Van Biya said in horror: "King Manlaga? Are you not Sumatra, which is said to be in exile in the West Bank? Besides, it is ridiculous that you are forced to leave the Portuguese, not us!"

Matthewys's face was gloomy: "No wonder there were no pirates all the way to ambush us. It turns out that you brought people back long ago? But we can still beat you all over the ground for teeth!"

Van Dijk's mouth twitched slightly, and his thoughts were turned on: "King of Manlaga Baimirisura is said to be really dead, but it is not surprising that it was a scam. When Manlaga left Siam, he secretly contacted the Far East powers and wanted to get along far and near, was it..."

...

A few days later.

The various military flags of Dashun are flying outside the inner city of Malacca, with colorful intertwined, and tens of thousands of Chinese people cheered and inspired. The ruins left by Zheng He here were remodeled many years ago. Here are the Guandi Temple in China, the Chinese Mountains, and the Western Church Hall, so it is a real place to combine Chinese and Western countries. Of course, the main group is Chinese.

The heads of the old Van Dijk and Van Biya were hung on the city gate by the new creator. In addition to this joy, the people also felt desolate because they were facing reconstruction after the war.

In a loft with flying eaves and walls at the foot of the Chinese mountain, Jia Cong and his ministers celebrated their military achievements, and exchanged cups and sang and chatted. The exotic beauties danced. Ding Qisheng smacked his lips and said, "This battle has finally learned a lot of maritime experience. However, the battalions that we sacrificed in Guangdong and Guangxi have fallen down, and there are thousands of wolf soldiers, and they are some of them not suitable for water wars and are only good at mountain jungle wars. The governor and Governor Hong met. Manlaga City was recovered, and Penghu was recovered by the governor. However, the losses were calculated, including military pay, food, and the imperial court was still difficult to explain. This was impeachment.

Jia Cong looked around the building upstairs and downstairs. There were actually no major twists and turns in the battle here in Malacca. In addition to improving firearms, it also used human lives. He did not have much psychological burden on his victory. He whispered: "Twenty million people starved to death in the 20th century. When did the domestic wars not die of millions? Compared with them, I am all a child playing house."

"The heroes did not die in vain. We also engrave inscriptions here. As for the safety of our court, the two governors have coordinated the tariffs and do not take a single cent of silver from the court. At this moment, they will definitely bring millions back. Tens of millions of taels in a few years are not nonsense. The so-called economic use of the world, when the commercial tax is raised, the land tax can be reduced. How much can this improve the current situation of the people in China? If we ship the goods to the West again, why worry about not being rich or strong in the future?" Jia Cong shook the wine lightly and toasted the King with a cup.

Lu Tingwan was sad in front of her. What was different from the camp soldiers was that her son was really from her hometown. After the epidemic, she lost more than half of the loss. When she heard this, her face was slightly slowed down. King Manlaga shrank so much that his body shrank like a little wife with a down-eyed look. He replied carefully: "Mr. Shangguo Governor, Ming Dynasty, Shunchao, the ancestors of Xiaowang have always respectfully accepted the title and rewards of Shangguo. Today, he has received help from the Lord, recovered the country and ascended the throne again. In order to express his respectful submission, Xiaowang requests to go to Beijing to pay tribute to the Lord."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say." Jia Cong nodded with a smile. King Manlaga was very happy. When the wine was half over, the ministers were about to be drunk. Suddenly, Liu Ting nodded slightly, raised his sword and fell. Everyone came to their senses by the hot blood.

Ding Qisheng and Hong Jing, two big men who had experienced the storm of their feet, had to shake a few times in Fujian, Guangdong, Guangdong and Guangxi, suddenly opened their mouths, including Lu Tingwan.

The two guards beside King Manlaga and those downstairs were immediately put on their necks by Jia Cong's personal soldiers. Apart from the slight sound of the knife drawing, there was only the flags at the foot of the mountain, and there was no more news about it.

King Manlaga, who had been quite respectful at the table, rolled into the table and became a strange dish for wine.

"This... Master Supervisor, what does this mean?" Ding Qisheng said tremblingly: "I am a country of great etiquette. Since King Manlaga surrenders again, we should not lose our trust, otherwise what is the difference between transforming foreign barbarians?"

"General Liu, what crime did King Manlaga commit? Why did you kill him?" Jia Cong stepped on one foot on the railing, as if it was not his instruction at all.

"Mr. Supervisor, two Governors, please report to the general that the Governor General is the emperor's imperial envoy. Governor Ding said just now that he was a barbarian in the foreign country, and the Governor General was the emperor's commander. Why didn't King Manlaga kneel down? And he chatted with his classmates? Where is the surrender?"

Liu Tinghong Zhongda Lu scolded sternly: "How could King Manlaga be the loyal king of my Dashun? Since he was granted by my Dashun, this place is our country. Why did his ancestors lose their territory three times for generations? He surrendered repeatedly? It is obvious that he did not take my Dashun seriously! Why can't he slaughter this villain?"

The two governors were shocked. Although they felt that they were not afraid of being guilty, what Liu Ting said was indeed reasonable. King Manlaga had just repeatedly used their army and would still surrender to whom in the future. However... Jia Cong's approach was really a bit in line with the three views of the scholars and officials of Dashun... Because Dashun was not afraid to kill, but a noble attitude, disdain to kill. It was this disdain that caused them to suffer.

"Ba!Ba!Ba!" Lu Tingwan clapped her palms, her bright eyes shining.

"General Liu has made great contributions." Jia Cong nodded solemnly, bent down and wiped the blood on his boots with heartache. Although his tone was light, it was extremely heavy: "Governor Ding, Governor Hong, you also said that the court would impeach. Then, General Liu and Commander Lu were temporarily in charge of Malacca, which is the most suitable. I have asked them to be awarded titles, and Ai Shuangshuang. I have added the position of general, and I can command 3,000 troops and take charge of Penghu. What do you think of?"

Hong Jing's sturdy appearance was like a big man, and his heart was filled with internal organs: "Jia Cong did this, and it was obvious that he was unjust, but... With the troops from the sea as a reserve, even if it was a prince, no, the emperor would have to consider it. If we don't express disagreement, we would be on the pirate ship with him. Oh, what should we do?"

Ding Qisheng couldn't help but fight. They were both shocked by Jia Cong's cruel and ruthless and courageous means. This is really a young man's method? And the most capable and dangerous soldiers at present are all under Jia Cong's command. The officers and soldiers of both sides also suffered heavy losses. Moreover, Liu Ting was not under the jurisdiction of the four provinces, but brought by Jiangbei. Is this the court's righteous army? It's about to become Jia Cong's private soldiers! Finally, Qianxiang, Nanyang, and Malacca are the main gathering places for Chinese troops. Compared with foreigners, it is actually only a few. It is obvious that Chinese people can govern Chinese people, and they are better managed. There is also huge profits of trade and trade. Who can still punish Jia Cong?

"Mr. Supervisor is a wonderful master! This is an unparalleled achievement of expanding territory and territory. We admire you! I am sure to express my good words to ask for me!" The two governors looked at each other, spoke, and smiled bitterly.

"It's all my own people, so there is no need to be too polite." Jia Cong smiled slightly and did not smile. He beat too many things in one go. Half coercion and half temptation, and pulled two big men onto the pirate ship. He looked at the rolling sea water from afar, full of heroism and thought to himself: "Malacca, Malacca, the lifeline of the East. Remember that in the past life, pirates were rampant here. The American imperial ambitions were harassing under the banner of humanity to curb China's rise... This time and space is impossible. The lifeline can only be firmly held in his hands, even if it is a sea of ​​corpses and blood, it is still there!"

...

Half a month later.

The mast of the coastal sailboat was high in the wind, the rope was pulled up, the sails were swelling, and Jia Cong stood proudly on the bow with his hands. He really had the spirit of Cao A to hide from the Red Cliff and make the world. Matthew Is, who had contacted the Ximian General Company, responded respectfully: "Sir, there was a war in the Netherlands, and the Cochin General Company retreated and withdrawn many people. Within a few years, the Netherlands could not make a comeback. Instead, they had to guard against the British. This is all God favored Mr. Jia! You are the chosen one!"

It is of course of great use for Jia Cong to keep the life of this loyal Christian believer. He valued not religion, but their culture and science. He believed that bringing a few missionaries back outweighed the disadvantages. In fact, the impact of missionary on Shunguo at this time was negligible. Instead, science made many scholars and officials interested and studied. This was a good phenomenon and sign. In addition, based on his own eyes, British industrialization was close to each other, how could Shunguo fall behind?

After saying goodbye to Jia Cong, Liu Ting looked at the busy business movement at the wharf, as if he saw boxes of white silver after boxes, and was very pleased: "I, Liu Ting, are in charge today! Hahaha! The land of 60,000 miles is almost twice that of Qianxiang Country! A real man should do this, and I can also be a local emperor like a toast!"

"Rough man!" Lu Tingwan rolled her eyes with starry eyes: "You are too simple to think. I can't handle the Miao village on weekdays. You know the situation in Malacca. All kinds of people live in various places, including pirates, natives, and foreigners' strong ships and cannons. Do you really want to consolidate this place? You will never be able to do it in your life. Besides, you can resist Jia Cong? He is another invading army. If you want to spend a lot of money, you have to trade with the mainland. Can you leave him? We can't drink water, and we can't live without the well diggers."

Liu Ting felt a stern. He was a soldier who made money in Jiangbei and did not hesitate to violate orders and privately counterfeited money. What Jia Cong values ​​him is that he can fight and can make money. Think about it now, isn’t it like Lu Tingwan said? Jia Cong left him many problems and held him in every case. Liu Ting’s eyes flashed and said with a smile: “Miss General Lu is too worried. I am not as ungrateful as a scholar. How could he lose Lord Jia’s kindness? I am not for me, but for the adults, and for the national court, and share the urgent needs. Next, you and I should work together to divide and govern it!”

The sailboat gradually drifted away and eventually became spotless. On the boat, Ding Qisheng said embarrassedly: "Mr. Supervisor, uh...this is a matter quite urgent. When the officials came, the mainland station urgently handed over a shop for 800 miles, which means that the Supervisor ordered the first-class general, and the Duke of Chenghou was terminally ill. That was the urgent report from a few months ago. Now, I am afraid that it has already...ah, I'd better go back to the court as soon as possible to do Dingyou's business..."

"Father!" Jia Cong took the document and ate some mustard tribute overseas before Ding Qisheng finished speaking. He immediately dripped with tears and snot. Jia Cong ignored his demeanor and knelt down to the north, trembling, and burst into tears: "The child is unfilial! But the national treasury is full and the word loyal is ahead. After the child turns to Fusang again, he will definitely return home to keep filial and never ask about worldly affairs again... Cough cough cough... The child is unfilial! Father!"

As he said that, he rolled his eyes and fainted from crying.

Hong Jing's face was shocked: "Mr. My dear will be sad. This loyalty and filial piety can be seen by heaven and earth!"

Ding Qisheng was deeply moved and said to himself: "Jia Cong is really a filial son, and it is not undesirable. If we enter his camp like this, we will feel much more at ease!"

Matthew Is was deeply shocked by the fine traditional virtues of the Far Eastern countries and could not speak for a long time.

Only Defni smiled and Jia Cong, who was carried into the bedroom of the cabin, opened his eyes immediately after leaving, but his grief was not very honest. Of course, he could not explain it clearly. However, it is undeniable that he couldn't wait to go back to Yanjing to regain the old country and manage the military affairs here. With such contributions and reserve foundation, I wonder what statements the family and the court would make?

He has some expectations.
Chapter completed!