Back to the Ming Dynasty to be a tyrant

Although the young man didn't know what his future fate would be, he could hear the conversation between Zhang Qiu and Shen Zhenjiang clearly, and he also knew that he and those neighbors didn't have to be tied up again.

After saluting Shen Zhenjiang with gratitude, the boy said, "My name is Lin Shuisheng."

Shen Zhenjiang nodded, and ordered: "During this period of time, you will be by my side as a personal entourage. After returning to Daming, you will have your own background, and I can't lose you."

After finishing speaking, Shen Zhenjiang stared at Lin Shuisheng's neighbors again: "Go back and live your own life, as long as you are honest, this commander promises that no one will trouble you."

Lin Shuisheng's neighbor naturally knelt down to thank him, but Shen Zhenjiang waved his hand impatiently, and shouted: "Go away!"

But when Shen Zhenjiang turned to Lin Shuisheng again, a smile appeared on his face: "Boy, your father is a good man, so don't embarrass him, work hard! Remember, you are a citizen of Ming Dynasty!

By the way, do you and your father have any enemies here or anyone who has bullied you?Just tell me, I will avenge you! "

Lin Shuisheng didn't know why Shen Zhenjiang changed his face so quickly, and he didn't know why the god-like general in front of him was so polite to him.

But one thing is certain, that is, compared with other neighbors, my own destiny is completely different!

After shaking his head, Lin Shuisheng said: "No. My father has never quarreled with anyone in his life, and the neighbor relationship is very good. Only those Francine savages will wantonly kill people."

Shen Zhenjiang nodded and shouted: "Come here!"

After the soldiers bowed in response, Shen Zhenjiang ordered: "Pass on Lao Tzu's order, and capture ten of the remaining Frangji savages who haven't had time to kill them, and let little brother Lin kill them himself for revenge!"

After finishing the order, Shen Zhenjiang smiled and said to the bewildered Lin Shuisheng: "Under the order of the emperor, the barbarians kill one of our Ming people, and ten lives will be paid back! If you think ten barbarians are not enough, you just want to kill them." One hundred is up to you!"

Zheng Zhilong and the others naturally didn't know about the things Shen Zhenjiang and Zhang Qiu did in Luzon, and even if they knew, they wouldn't be in the mood to care about these shitty things.

Because the ideal is full and the reality is skinny, this sentence once again reflects his power.

PS: Once again, I sacrificed a book "Seven Seas".

PS: The 11 o'clock train goes to Shandong, so there is only one update today, and tomorrow's update will be later, but it will be made up.

Chapter 553 The Land of the Central Plains Since Ancient Times

Zheng Zhilong originally planned to let go of a hole so that Sanchez and the others could run back to Franji smoothly.

After arriving at Lang Lang Ji, the South China Sea Fleet, which followed the fleet of Sanchez and others all the way, can start attacking Lang Lang Ji.

However, in an era without satellite positioning and other means, the difficulty of tracking a fleet on the sea is completely different from tracking a cavalry on land.

Tracking an army on land actually requires nothing more than time and patience, as well as sufficient tracking skills.

But at sea, time and patience and skill and all that sort of thing becomes ridiculous.

No trace will be left on the sea for latecomers. If you miss it, you will miss it. The hope of finding traces of the target is basically zero.

When Zheng Zhilong found out that the Francophone savages were speeding up, they knew they were going to suffer, but it is rare for good things to happen in pairs, and there are many times for bad things to happen.

An inexplicable storm directly caused Zheng Zhilong's fleet to lose track of those Spanish fleets.

When the storm passed, Zheng Zhilong found out sadly that not only had he lost his target, but he didn't even know where he had run to—this place was so hot that he would die, and it didn't matter whether he wore clothes or not. It's all oil.

Zheng Zhilong didn't want to take his horse boys to dry the fish together, so the first thing to do was to find a place to avoid the sun.

Then Zheng Zhilong discovered something.

The boys I brought this time are all good knives at sea. As for the good knives on land, those guys from the Southern Imperial Forest Army are still staying in Luzon to wipe out the remaining Francine barbarians and natives Woolen cloth.

Zheng Zhihu didn't pay too much attention to this point: "What about those guys who didn't bring the Southern Imperial Forest Army? Our brothers are heroes at sea, and they are heroes on land as well!"

Zheng Zhifeng glared at Zheng Zhihu: "Who are there on this land? Barbarians? Or savages? Are there any wolves, tigers and leopards? Is there anything we don't know about?

Landing rashly, I'm afraid I won't know how to die when the time comes!Right now we have deviated from the course, everything should be careful! "

Zheng Zhihu snorted coldly: "Afraid of an egg? Our brothers have firecrackers, knives and guns in their hands. Isn't a mere jackal, tiger and leopard a dish in front of our brothers?"

After finishing speaking, Zheng Zhihu licked his lips even more: "Speaking of which, there are not many tigers and leopards in Ming Dynasty, and it is not easy to eat them.

If there are too many wolves, tigers and leopards in this place, it’s just time for our brothers to fight the tooth festival! "

Zheng Zhilong waved his hand, stopped Zheng Zhifeng who was still about to say something, and ordered: "Stop making noise.

Never mind the danger ashore, we must see what the land is like now.

If this is the same place as Xinming Island, then it's time for our brothers to be promoted to rank! "

Zheng Zhihu glanced at Zheng Zhifeng, cupped his hands towards Zheng Zhilong and said, "Brother, should I take some brothers ashore to see the situation?"

Zheng Zhilong glared at Zheng Zhihu, and shouted: "Just your brain? Don't you take the brothers into the ditch?"

After training Zheng Zhihu, Zheng Zhilong continued: "Fifth, you take an interpreter and go ashore with your second brother to see the situation.

If there are natives, see if you can communicate with them. If you can't communicate, you can do it yourself! "

Zheng Zhifeng bowed his hands to Zheng Zhilong, and then together with Zheng Zhihu ordered the horses, took a full set of equipment and prepared to land.

After the group walked for a long time, Zheng Zhihu shook the withered water bag and snorted, "Damn it, this shitty place is so hot!"

Zheng Zhifeng reluctantly handed her water bag to Zheng Zhihu: "Second brother, you can save some water, we two brothers only have this little water left, if you drink it all up, we brothers will drink it up." Just thirsty."

Zheng Zhihu turned his head to look at the water bags of other soldiers who were also nearly dry, curled his lips and said, "You should keep it for yourself, I'm not thirsty now!"

While he was talking, there was a crisp sound under his feet which made Zheng Zhihu and the others stop.

After kicking the surrounding grass with his foot, Zheng Zhihu picked up a piece of bone from the ground, and was taken aback after holding it in his hand.

After looking carefully for a long time, Zheng Zhihu handed the bones to Zheng Zhifeng, and then laughed wildly: "It's not a desert island! There are people on this island!"

Zheng Zhifeng also laughed wildly after repeatedly confirming that the white bone was an adult's leg bone: "As long as there are people, there is no fear of no water or food!"

The other soldiers who were sweating in the sun and had no energy were refreshed when they heard the words.

Everyone is not worried about people on this island, but worried that this place is a deserted island.

If it is a deserted island, where to find food becomes a big problem, not to mention the water source that everyone cannot do without.

As for the people on the island, none of the people present were worried.

From the Great Liuqiu to Luzon, the countless victories fought along the way made the soldiers of the South China Sea Fleet extremely convinced that there was no one at sea who could fight except for themselves.

Even the so-called barbarians who can cross the sea are the same--long before the barbarians, Zheng He and Eunuch Zheng have already sailed to the west seven times, so it's not the same that they haven't met any barbarians who can fight?

But out of caution, Zheng Zhifeng still arranged the soldiers to line up in a standard marching formation-a dozen or so scouts were released from a distance in front, then shieldmen with large shields, then spearmen, and finally Gunner.

For this standard marching formation, Zheng Zhifeng is confident enough to think that as long as he does not encounter an enemy ten times his size, he will retreat completely.

After traveling several miles forward, Zheng Zhifeng was even more overjoyed when the scouts reported that they had arrived—the natives had indeed been found ahead.