Bengang Pier

Looking at the broken planks and the wreckage of the ships at the wharf, and then at the bombed potholed batteries in the port, Zheng Zhilong only felt that the temples on both sides of his head jumped a little.

To be honest, the attack of the Fujian sailors came too suddenly, and it was very rare that they were able to withdraw most of the ships from the port in a hurry and make a counter-encirclement plan.

How could it be that the strength of the Fujian Navy Division was still beyond their expectations, especially the combat effectiveness of the third-level battleships shocked everyone, and when he thought of the scene where the five third-level battleships crushed the small boat less than half of its height to the bottom of the sea on the spot like the top of Mount Tai, Zheng Zhilong still has palpitations when he thinks about it now.

Zheng Zhilong strolled on the dock, followed by more than a dozen leaders of the Zheng Group, everyone's faces were very ugly, the losses of the Zheng Group in yesterday's battle were too great.

The loss of more than 100 warships and thousands of sailors, even the wealthy Zheng Group could not stand it, and more importantly, because it was repeatedly defeated by the Fujian Naval Division, now the Zheng Group has a psychological shadow on the Fujian Naval Division.

Just as Zheng Zhilong was looking at the desolate port and feeling distressed, Zheng Zhibao hurriedly walked over and whispered: "Big brother, those Dutchmen came here, saying that they wanted to resign to you." ”

Although Zheng Zhibao lowered his voice, all the people around him heard it, and many people's faces immediately sank, and the short-tempered Zheng Zhihu couldn't help but scold: "Those red-haired devils still have the face to come, does he really think that Lao Tzu's knife is blunt and can't kill people?" ”

"Too much deception!"

"Big boss, we must not bear it this time!"

The surrounding leaders were also surging with anger, and their eyes showed anger.

Zheng Zhilong snorted lightly: "Let them come over, I want to see what they want to say?" ”

Soon, more than a dozen Dutch officers came to Zheng Zhilong and others under the guidance of Zheng Zhibao, and the officer headed by was none other than the aide-de-camp of Sir Sonod, the Dutch governor in Taiwan.

Because Ancos broke his leg some time ago in the combat strength of the Fujian Navy, although more than two months have passed, his leg injury is still not good, so he is still a little unnatural when walking.

It stands to reason that Sonod shouldn't have sent him on a mission, but now Sonod really doesn't have anyone in his hands who can take charge on his own, so he can't take care of it a lot and sends this "wounded" out.

"Dear Master Zheng, I'm so happy to see you safe and sound!" Angkos gave Zheng Zhilong a military salute and smiled with satisfaction. It's just that this smile is so hypocritical in the eyes of Zheng Zhilong and the leaders around him.

"Fortunately, I didn't die in the hands of the Ming State Water Master." Zheng Zhilong sneered: "If your country's fleet could have come an hour earlier, I think yesterday's battle would have been a different result." ”

As if he didn't understand the sarcasm in Zheng Zhilong's words, Ankos spread his hands: "I'm really sorry, after receiving your request for help, Sir Sonord immediately ordered our fleet to set off to help your troops, but because we encountered some things on the way, the battle was over when we arrived, which has to be said to be very regrettable." ”

Looking at Ang Kes, who still looked innocent after pushing 265, Zheng Zhilong couldn't wait to punch this hypocritical guy's nose with a punch: "If I'm not mistaken, when you arrived, the sailors of the Ming Kingdom were retreating, why didn't you chase them at that time?" ”

"Chasing them?" Ankos looked stunned, "We only have six warships in total, but you let us go after an enemy ten times as many as us alone, are you sending us to our death?" ”

Zheng Zhilong felt that he couldn't talk anymore that day, and if he continued to talk, he was afraid that he would be unable to help but slaughter this guy on the spot.

Perhaps sensing that the other party's anger would explode immediately if he continued to talk about it, Ankos nodded slightly towards Zheng Zhilong: "Dear Zheng, since the sailor of the Ming Kingdom has left and your crisis has been resolved, we should also leave."

But please rest assured, for your losses yesterday, I will truthfully report to Your Excellency Sonord, and Your Excellency Sonord will also make appropriate compensation to you, please rest assured! ”

Hearing the other party's promise to make amends, the anger in Zheng Zhilong's heart subsided slightly. But then there was a sorrow in his heart, he felt that he was like a donkey pulling a mill, the Dutch just hung a carrot in front of him with a bamboo pole to tempt himself a little, and he had to keep making cattle and horses for the Dutch, how sad it was!

In the days that followed, Zheng Zhilong and the Fujian sailor were at home licking their wounds.

For the Fujian Naval Division, the lost sailors can be replenished from the new barracks, but there is no way to lose the battleships for a while, although the shipyards are still hurrying to work, but if they want to replenish the lost battleships, they have to wait for another two to three months.

Originally, Yang Feng thought that he could take the opportunity to rest for a while, but God didn't seem to want to see this guy idle, and on the third morning after the end of the war, he was busy until midnight, and Yang Feng, who was still sleeping with the two sisters Da Yuer and Hai Lanzhu in his arms, was woken up by a knock on the door.

"Who is it that knocks on the door so early in the morning?" Yang Feng opened his sleepy eyes and scolded angrily outside.

The maid's somewhat aggrieved voice came from outside the door: "Master Hou, it's an urgent official document sent by the imperial court, saying that it is six hundred miles urgent." ”

"Six hundred miles expedited?"

Hearing this term, Yang Feng's drowsiness immediately disappeared. In this era, the 600-mile expedited represents a 100,000-mile urgent event, which is generally not easily used, and once it is used, it proves an urgent military event.

Yang Feng got up in a hurry, dressed and washed before coming to the side hall. The two messengers waiting in the side hall hurriedly handed the official document to Yang Feng, and Yang Feng opened the envelope after inspecting the fire paint on the mouth of the envelope, and soon his brows furrowed.

It turned out that just half a month ago, that is, on the sixth day of the fourth month, a civil uprising broke out in Chengcheng County, Shaanxi, and a mob killed Zhang Douyao, the county magistrate. Subsequently, the two kings of Baishui County raised the banner of righteousness and gathered to attack the filial piety of Pucheng and Zichuan Town of Hancheng. Then, Jiayin, the king of Fugu, and Zuo, the king of Yichuan, rose together, attacked the castle, and killed the officials. Ansai Gao Yingxiang and Hannan Wang Daliang regathered the crowd to respond, and for a time the whole Shaanxi became noisy.

Seeing that the situation in Shaanxi was in full swing in just one month, Wang Zi, the governor of Shaanxi, felt that he could no longer hide it, and hurriedly sent an official document to the imperial court asking for help.