In the Central Army camp, the Angel Han San, General Zhu Chenggong, Governor Chen Zilong, the three of them sat down with the guest and host.

Han San smiled and said, "Our family came here this time and brought the emperor's oral order."

Zhu Chenggong and Chen Zilong, who had just sat down, quickly stood up and bowed and said, "I listen to the Hadith."

Han Sanhan smiled and said, "Your Majesty said that he came to Fujian to inspect people's livelihood. You don't have to go ashore to welcome the emperor. Just fight the red barbarians with peace of mind. Fight as you should. Don't be scruples."

Zhu Chenggong muttered in his heart, I'm fighting in the sea, and you're watching from the shore, how can I feel at ease?

At the same time, he was secretly thinking that pacifying the Eastern Band is related to his future. It is best to start a war before the imperial guards come to Fujian, so as not to join in the fun.

The weather at sea is unpredictable and dangerous. You must not let the emperor get involved...

It's just this wind direction...

Zhu Chenggong was very troubled and difficult to make a decision.

Three days later, Zhu Chenggong rode his horse to the beach as usual, climbed up to the distance and looked at the undulating sea surface.

In the vast sea, waves surfing the shore, waves rushing to hit the reefs, layers of foam rising, pushing towards the beach.

Zhu Chenggong was still struggling and deeply felt that being a general was not easy, and it was not as simple as imagined to make achievements.

In naval battles, the biggest enemy is not the Red Barbarians, but the ever-changing sea in front of you.

"General, there is a ship of the red barbarians over there!"

Zhu Chenggong looked at the sea and found that there was a ship of the Red Barbarians. Through the telescope, he probably judged that this was a ship of the Netherlands, and he must have come to negotiate peace again.

Since Emperor Tianwu issued an order to seize the chamber of commerce of the Netherlands and expel all the Netherlands in the Ming Dynasty, the Ming army was preparing to attack the Eastern Federation, and the Netherlands, who suffered heavy trade losses, were very frightened and sent envoys to Kinmen to negotiate many times.

He said he would make peace with us in Daming, and called for peace between the two sides of the Taiwan Strait, continued trade, and contribute to the development of the Eastern Federation.

Zhu Chenggong didn't even care. These red-winged ghosts opened their eyes and told lies. The fists were no big. They were shameless and afraid of being beaten. They were too dishonest. They were afraid that the Ming Dynasty would refuse to leave once the troops retreated. They had to be ruined!

"General, it's very windy at the beach. You can get in and avoid it."

Zhu Chenggong looked up at the big flag rushing up the building, and shook his head helplessly.

After a moment of contemplation, he got on his horse and returned to the city.

In the camp, the angel Han Sanzheng and Chen Zilong were bored playing chess. When they saw the Guo surnamed came in, they didn't say anything.

The emperor went south, and they wanted to see when the master surnamed Guo could delay the troops before he could send troops.

"The south wind is blowing!"

"The south wind is blowing!"

Suddenly, several sounds came from outside the tent. Zhu Chenggong was shocked suddenly, and hurriedly took off the sword from the shelf and ran out of the tent.

Han San and Chen Zilong looked at each other and followed them out one after another.

"Hahaha, the emperor's southern tour, the south wind is coming, and it will definitely be a good story in the future!"

As soon as the two left the camp, they heard the Guo-jun walking back and forth happily waving his sword, and sometimes cheering.

Chen Zilong stepped forward and said, "My surname is Guo, the south wind is coming, which means you can cross the sea to fight?"

Zhu Chenggong said decisively: "That's natural, you must not miss the opportunity. Go to sea today!"

After waiting for two months and arguing for two months, Chen Zilong, who was determined to urge him to go out to fight in the sea, was a little uncomfortable at this time.

At this time, a soldier said, "General, the Red Governor named Mail has sent someone again."

“Bring it up!”

After a while, a Dutch messenger who looked like a man appeared in front of Zhu Chenggong.

He gave a very standard gentlemanly gift and said seriously: "I value our friendship and cooperation for several years. Our Governor respects His Majesty the Emperor of your country very much and often praises his wisdom and martial arts."

"I heard that Your Majesty will get a wedding soon. Our country is willing to offer two thousand taels of pearls and one hundred thousand taels of silver as a gift. I hope that your country can calm down the military and cooperate again. We will definitely abide by the rules of the Ming Dynasty and not cause trouble again."

"Make peace?" Zhu Chenggong raised his eyebrows.

The messenger looked happy and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, please tell your Majesty the Emperor of your country."

"Yes, let's talk to Jelanzha City in Dongban!"

Zhu Chenggong glanced at him and suddenly shouted: "Send orders, raise the tent and sacrifice the flag!"

Three thunder-like cannons rang out, from the Central Army to the various brigades, regiments, battalions, bai, and whistle, the Ming army immediately became busy, dressed in armor, and wore firearms and equipment, gathered at the schoolyard.

In a quarter of an hour, a huge school ground had already gathered in black.

The Ming army was quiet, except for the sound of waves hitting the shore, there was no noise, and the atmosphere was solemn.

Such military discipline was caused by Zhu Chenggong's killing hundreds of soldiers in a row. Even his uncle Zheng Hongkui stood behind him honestly and did not dare to underestimate this eldest nephew anymore.

Zhu Chenggong was wearing a armor and stood on the platform, shouting like a bell: "Soldiers!"

"Western red hair relies on their ships, ships, and guns to travel far away, dominate our territory, and kill our compatriots!

They betrayed the treaty, built forts, built churches, conscripted husbands, and built city gates! They knocked on bones and marrow, and paid bribes and taxes!

My compatriots in the East, and the voices of calling the Ming Dynasty in my dreams are like thunder!”

Zhu Chenggong paused and shouted: "Today, I respectfully follow the order of the saint to attack the barbarians on behalf of the heavens, save the suffering of my suffering compatriots, expel the red hair, and recover the Eastern Band!"

"Transfer red hair and recover Dongfan!"

"Transfer red hair and recover Dongfan!"

Zhu Chenggong's subordinates Shi Lang, Gan Hui, Chen Ze and other young generals were rushing blood all over their bodies and shouting desperately.

After a while, the sound of soldiers from various battalions roaring at the mountains and seas came.

Zhu Cheng glanced at the Dutch messenger who was tied into rice dumplings, with a deep look and ordered loudly: "Sacrifice the Flag!"

The unlucky Dutch messenger never thought that he would inexplicably turn into a livestock for the sacrifice of the flag today...

Zhu Chenggong took a few steps forward and began to sacrifice to the gods: "Gods of the sky and sea, please hold the wind wolf, help me tide, let my warships go straight into Luer Gate, help our soldiers of the three armies arrive at Chician City safely, and win the flag, and drive away the red barbarians!"

After sacrificing the flag, Zhu Chenggong glanced at Chen Zilong and signaled him to say a few words.

At this historic moment of expanding territory, Chen Zilong was naturally not polite. Before the next step, the span was relatively large, it almost caused a lot of money.

He remained calm and said loudly: "In the battle of peace, the emperor was anxious and exhausted, and everyone was looking forward to it. As the time, the place and people were all right, and the achievements were made will be made at this time. We all encourage us!"

After saying that, Chen Zilong turned around, bowed deeply to Zhu Chenggong, and shouted: "Chen Zilong, the governor of Fujian, is willing to sit in Quanzhou to protect the army's food and wages, Danshui and gunpowder, and wait for the triumphant return of the country!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the audience was shocked. The dignified governor of the province and the boss of the civil servants actually gave the general a tribute. This was a bit of an unprecedented moment, and all the soldiers were excited.

In fact, according to the pattern after the new policy, it is normal for military generals to restrain civil servants during wartime.

However, the civil servants and military generals' viewing of the etiquette for hundreds of years of the Ming Dynasty have been deeply rooted in people's hearts, and many people can't react for a while.

Zhu Chenggong nodded silently and accepted it naturally. He clasped his fists and said, "Mr. Chen is sincere. Please ask what happened behind me!"

"I have no choice but to do what I do!" Chen Zilong nodded.

Zhu Chenggong nodded, looked up at the sky. Seeing that the time was almost over, he cheered up his spirit and drew his sword to the sky, shouting: "Tell me to order me to board the ship and go out to sea!"

There are 300 warships and sails covering the sky and the sun on the southeast coast of Kinmen Island.

The war drums were beating, and the dragon flag of the central army on the flagship rose slowly, and the flag was blown in the south wind.

Everything was ready, and the sound of cannons continued, and warships loaded with sailors drove out of the port of Luoluowan in sequence.

On the rolling sea, the sails of each ship were rising, as if murderous auras rose, and the naval battle to recover the Eastern Front began.
Chapter completed!