"What the hell is this place?"

Yang Feng opened his eyes and looked at everything in front of him with a little confusion, talking to himself.

This is his sixth crossing.

After returning from the late Song Dynasty, because he knew that he didn't have the strength to fight against America, he worked as a good baby in a small port in Thailand for about half a year, and then a new target appeared, and he didn't hesitate to pass through.

Now he is very hungry for power.

It is said that he is about to become a public enemy of the world, and it can be known through Xiao Qian's hacking into the network of intelligence agencies of various countries that not only the Americans are chasing him, it can be said that the five major hooligans and even the third-level guys such as the Japanese country are also secretly searching for his whereabouts, after all, his appearance has subverted the science known to mankind, and has risen to the supernatural realm, no matter what he is, everyone has to figure it out, and those great people who are worried about the future of mankind in various countries will always be unable to sleep if they don't find him......

Well, they're also afraid that the Hollywood blockbuster routine will come one day.

This is not entertainment.

If the bigwigs know that there is someone who can become themselves at any time, what would it be?

In short, even in order to protect himself, Yang Feng must continue to enhance his strength now, saying that at this time, he will go home and surrender to sincerity, and there will not really be any good results, as an old fox who has cultivated for more than five hundred years, he still has this kind of awareness, so he can't let go of any opportunity.

However......

"This era is a bit unbearable!"

He said melancholy as he patted the sand on his body.

Then he sat there and watched quietly at a three-masted galleon not far away, which was docked in a makeshift dock, and some yellow coolies were carrying large bags on their backs and stepping on the gangplank, and on the deck and docks hundreds of sailors with Charville muskets were eyeing each other, the gun doors on the side of the ship were open, and the muzzles of a row of black holes were also eyeing them. A man dressed as a gentleman in the mid-nineteenth century, wearing a tuxedo and holding a cigar, was talking casually to another man who looked like a captain, and near this pier there was a large area of tattered straw huts, and countless men, women, and children in ragged clothes and even bare pires looked at these hundred people with fearful eyes.

A thin black old man groveled beside the gentleman, holding a money bag in his hand.

"Holland, not the East India Company!"

Yang Feng looked at the red, white and blue tricolor flag fluttering on the mast and muttered to himself.

At the same time, his arm casually split outward, and the chains of the shackles broke instantly.

And this sudden breaking sound made the gentleman subconsciously turn his head, he looked at Yang Feng who stood up and was stunned for a moment, and then several sailors next to him picked up their guns at the same time and pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the muzzle of the gun suddenly burst into flames and sprayed gunsmoke.

Yang Feng habitually didn't even dodge, two bullets hit his chest in an instant, and seven times the soul energy flashed with a faint blue brilliance, and the eighteen-millimeter diameter spherical bullet was immediately bounced away by this invisible barrier, and Yang Feng, who knew that this thing couldn't hurt him, suddenly burst out with a cruel smile.

In the midst of a scream, more sailors frantically pulled the trigger.

Under the bullets that kept hitting his body, Yang Feng turned to the gentleman in a blink of an eye, but before he could stretch out his hand, Yang Feng suddenly felt something strange in his chest with a gunshot on the deck......

He looked down in amazement and looked at the blood gushing from his chest.

The gentleman smiled haughtily.

"Yellow Pig!"

He said disdainfully.

However, the next moment, his smile froze, because a badly deformed bullet, like a mushroom growing in the soil, slowly arched out of Yang Feng's chest, falling with blood, and then Yang Feng's chest was as smooth as ever like a tight silk fold.

He looked up blankly at Yang Feng's bright smile.

At the same time, Yang Feng's hand was pinched around his neck.

The guy who looked like the captain next to him pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the bullet bounced off Yang Feng's head, and Yang Feng's other hand also pinched his neck, and at the same time that the necks of the two were broken in an instant, Yang Feng smashed the two corpses towards the nearest sailor, and then pulled out a saber from the waist of the flying captain. With a long roar, he almost passed between those sailors like lightning, and at the same time that more than a dozen heads fell behind him, he arrived on the dock, and at this time, the muzzle of a small-caliber gun on the deck spewed flames, Yang Feng jumped up, but after all, he was still a step too late, and a grapeball projectile hit his shoulder and broke through the defense in an instant, taking away a large piece of flesh and blood on his shoulder very ferociously.

Fortunately, it was just rubbed and not centered.

Yang Feng, who flew out upside down, suddenly fell into the seawater.

At the same time, a sailor on the deck was holding a Baker rifle and aimed it at the sea, but Yang Feng had disappeared underwater.

The sailors all aimed their weapons at the place where he had disappeared, and all of them looked at the spreading ripples with nervous expressions, and suddenly there was a scream from the cabin, and the sailor with the Baker rifle rushed to the hatch as fast as he could, but before he could lift it, the hatch flew up and smashed his head as if it had been hit by a huge wave. Immediately after Yang Feng rushed out with a murderous face, and with a frightened scream, the sailors in the cabin climbed out of the gun door, and the three-masted sailing ship began to sink slowly, Yang Feng, who was standing on the deck, with a hideous smile, lifted the six-pounder deck gun beside him, pointed the gun at the sailors below with his chest against the gun carriage, and then put the arquebus pestle of the ignition rod into the ignition hole.

The flames of the muzzle erupted.

Grapeshells instantly smashed the dock into a bloody slot.

Immediately afterwards, he smashed down with people and cannons......

Ten minutes later, Yang Feng pulled his knife from the last sailor, and the sailboat on the dock behind him was already sinking.

"What is this place?"

Yang Feng wiped the blood on the knife while asking the old man who came to him tremblingly.

"Ah Si, you don't recognize me?"

The old man cautiously spoke in Hakka.

"I am a celestial immortal, but I am just borrowing this body!"

Yang Feng said.

"Immortals?"

The old man was stunned.

"God is open, God is open!"

He suddenly screamed in pathos, and then fell headlong at Yang Feng's feet, and the ragged men and women behind him watched this scene blankly, and soon knelt down and kowtowed to Yang Feng.

"The grass people have knocked on the immortal venerable!"

The old man said with a handful of snot and tears.

"Finally, a god has come to save us!"

He lay on the ground and wept silently.

"Get up, tell me where this is, who are you, and where do these ghosts come from?"

Yang Feng asked.

"Back to Xianzun's words, this place is Anbuna Island, the grass people are the patriarch here, the descendants of the boatmen who stayed here in the Ming Dynasty, the others are mostly fleeing at the end of the Ming Dynasty, living here for generations, and then the Dutch occupied Java and other places, so they robbed this place as their territory, not only to pay the poll tax to them from generation to generation, but also to set the amount of pepper we need to pick every year, and if we don't pick enough, we will be whipped or even hanged, Ah Si, that is, the one you borrowed is to argue with them and be beaten and locked up, ready to load the ship and hang it for the public, The grass people scraped together some money and were ready to buy him his life, not wanting the immortal to come. ”

Zeng Cheng said excitedly.

"What year is this?"

Yang Feng asked.

"Hui Xianzun, according to the Great Liquidation in the north, it is the fifteenth year of Daoguang, and according to the Dutch calendar, it is 1835, which is October of the Western calendar."

Zeng Cheng said.

"It's not the Qing Dynasty, it's the Tartars."

Yang Feng corrected his mistakes.

"Yes, it's the Tartars, in fact, most of the people on the island are the righteous warriors who resisted the Qing Dynasty back then, and many of the ancestors followed the country surname, but after the fall of Taiwan, they were unwilling to bend to the Tartars, so they fled here, you see that our people here don't keep braids, and the ancestors of the grass people followed the eunuchs of the Three Treasures to the West to stay here and station, counting us are all remnants of the Ming Dynasty."

Zeng Cheng said hurriedly.

"Da Ming, then it's still Da Ming, let's rebuild Da Ming here!"

Yang Feng said with satisfaction.

The new Ming Empire was born in this way, this banner is still effective in Nanyang, as for the year name, Chongzhen is still used, anyway, he is Chongzhen once, and he doesn't care about giving himself another soul, and then his dragon hugging the sun and moon flag is raised on Ambuna Island.

This small island, which covers an area of just over 2,000 square kilometers, became his territory.

There are currently 2,400 people on the island, men, women, children, blind, and lame people are all counted as these, but there are no Malays, all ethnic groups are zoned to live in these years, and the Malays will not be allowed to settle here, these people are either the descendants of Zheng He's boatmen headed by the Zeng family, or after Zheng Chenggong's old department, and some of them are displaced people from Fujian and Guangdong, in short, all of them are southern Han people, Hakka is the common language, mainly fishing, there is not much farmland, sweet potatoes and rice are planted, and the island is rich in pepper, Pepper was also picked and sold to the Dutch......

Or rather, to the Dutch.

The latter monopolized the spice trade on the territory, and even if they bought it, they just gave a few dollars casually, but if they dared to sell it to others, or if they didn't buy enough money, then the Dutch would come and hang a few, and the colonists in this era played like this everywhere, and the Belgians were dissatisfied with the children of the workers in Africa.

In addition, you must pay a poll tax.

But the Dutch did not have stationed officials, and the population of more than 2,000 did not need to waste the valuable manpower of the colonists, but they only came to collect pepper and poll taxes regularly, so they would not know that an armed merchant ship would be wiped out here in the short term, but Yang Feng still had to be prepared, after all, if he wanted to build his Ming Empire here, he had to face the intervention of the Dutch, so he had to turn this place into a fortress first, and he also had to build his own navy, his own army, and he also had to recover his homeland and restore China......

Well, though he had only two thousand four hundred and sixty-two subjects.

"All the young and strong assemble!"

Yang Feng waved his hand very heroically and said.

(In memory of my favorite)