After listening to the words of the Great Heavenly Master of Wen, Ruokar was excited, and knelt down, and even threw himself to the ground: "Heavenly Master, can you help us? We are all trafficked by these white ghosts......"

The slave trade. Needless to say, Master Wen naturally knew.

Jokar, like other blacks in Fuso, is not indigenous. It was the black slaves who were sold from Africa and used as slaves.

It is rumored that this Jokar led the black slaves to rebel and burrow into the primeval jungle. Eventually, he became a pirate and lived along the Mississippi River and the Gulf of Mexico. It is only known that he used the name of his former master after he was released from prison, and nothing else is known about him.

And now the Great Master of Wen has learned that these guys have actually taken refuge in his old friend. Each side takes what it needs, one gains devout faith, and the other can borrow divine power......

"Our countrymen are being enslaved by these damned white ghosts, and our homeland is ruined by the war started by these white ghosts......" Jokar cried, "Please, help me!"

At this moment, Master Wen suddenly felt a deep throbbing. He felt that his Middle-earth was fortunate that it was not like the richest Americas and Africa, which were in a primitive state of civilization, and that they had all fallen into a very miserable situation.

"Okay!" said Master Wen. Of course, he will not be soft-hearted, but has another purpose: "Ruokar, how many black slaves are there in Nanfusang, can you contact them?"

Jokar said happily: "There are at least a hundred thousand of our compatriots, and now I am a hero among them. As long as there is a suitable opportunity, as long as I ascend to the heights, all the black slaves will respond......"

The colonization of Fuso in the south has been going on for more than a hundred years, while Fuso in the north has only begun for a decade or two. So the power of the white colonizers is really concentrated in South Fuso.

Despite their sea power, there are still great forces entrenched in the colonies.

"I have a fleet and I'm fighting the colonies. Go to them and cooperate with the action......"

Wen Fei said: "When I come back from this voyage, I will send a large army to sweep away all these colonies. And I will declare that all your fellow citizens will be removed from slavery!"

Jokar burst into tears and said, "Heavenly Master, my compatriots and I will die for you!"

"Then go ahead and do it!" Wen Da Heavenly Master waved his hand.

Waiting for Ruokar to leave, Wen Fei stood up, looked up at the sky, and muttered to himself: "Justice is really the strongest force in the world!"

He could feel it, and he was doing it. The will to save zài on top was weakened a few points again. He can't even control the sea of Haotian Yuan Qi!

This is the power of justice, that is, the power of the human heart!

The Taoist, what man does, so that all things do not know the reason for it.

Virtuous: The gain of people makes all things do what they want.

The benevolent: the relatives of people, who have compassion and compassion, so as to give birth to them.

The righteous: what is appropriate for people, reward the good and punish the evil, and make meritorious deeds.

Celebrants: The fulfillment of people, the dream of sleeping at night, in the order of adult ethics.

If a husband wants to be the foundation of a man, he must not do without it.

Humanity, one of them!

In the past, I always felt that the ancestors were too pedantic. You can't do the naked robbery and colonization strategy of those white ghost colonists. Instead, he would rather establish a tributary clan order, in which there is also great wisdom!

It's just that this order is too idealistic. Unless the Middle-earth Dynasty could be kept strong for thousands of years, it would be impossible for this order to continue.

However, it can be regarded as a global colonization after the Great Heavenly Master of Wen. You can't make these white ghosts general, ** naked weak and strong, making people angry and resentful!

Soon, a ship followed behind the fleet. Above the ship, a huge statue of a god could be seen, with a snake-like head as large as a human being exposed.

I don't know how much effort it took to finally transport this statue of a god weighing dozens of tons to this sea.

Wen Da Tianshi glanced at the "old friend" and shouted softly: "Let's go!"

The fleet set off again and soon sailed out of the Caribbean Sea, passing through the waters of the Antilles and then through the waters of San Juan.

Even if the Heavenly Master of Wen returned to his heart like an arrow, he also took the fleet around Puerto Rico. The army rushed to the port, causing the colonial governor here to panic, and filled all the cabins with countless local products such as spices, cocoa, sugar, etc.

Then set sail again, these things are not worth much here, but if you really want to go to the East, they are more valuable than gold.

And this time, although the Great Celestial Master Wen was just exploring the way, trying the channel, and by the way, he would solve the unlucky Spanish pirate king. Still, he wanted to go straight to Middle-earth.

I don't know, but what is the current situation in Middle-earth? Leaving Zhenyuan City, without such a big bluestone as a medium, it is no longer so easy to contact the doppelganger.

What he didn't know was that history had an astonishing inertia at this moment.

Although Shaanxi was not defeated, the desperate intruders were cornered.

These intruders originally wanted to go south of the Yangtze River, but they were not watery, and the fleet composed of messy ships that they put together encountered wind and waves on the Yangtze River, and even Liu Zongmin almost drowned.

The Chuang army was afraid of the Yangtze River, so they actually shook a shot, re-entered Henan, and took advantage of the dry period of the Yellow River to cross the Yellow River and approach Gyeonggi. Now the world of the Ming Dynasty is in jeopardy.

Among the Beijing divisions, there were major droughts and disasters. Several years of drought have already affected the area. Now the plague is rampant, and hundreds of thousands of people die every day from the plague and are taken to the site and burned down.

Coupled with the approaching army, the market was depressed in the entire Beijing Division, and there were few passers-by in broad daylight. The wind rolls up pieces of dead leaves, shuttling through the streets and alleys, all of them are like ghost domains.

Even in the Forbidden City, there was a gloomy mist. Or since Emperor Chongzhen ascended the throne, there has been no festive atmosphere in this palace.

Every year, there is a myriad of bad news. From the second year of his reign, there was a nationwide famine, and a large-scale peasant uprising broke out in Shaanxi.

In the third year of Chongzhen, it was the invasion of gold thieves, the four cities of Yongping were lost, and Jifu was shaken.

And then every year, the situation got worse and worse, and either the city was lost, or the general was killed. Up to now, the Chuang army has crossed the Yellow River and approached the Beijing Division.

However, the original tens of thousands of forbidden troops in the capital division were completely paralyzed by the plague, and the people were panicked, and this city could no longer be defended.

In the past two days, when it was time to go to court, more than half of the courtiers had disappeared. I'm afraid that I have no confidence in Zhu Mingxia.

Zhu Youzhen's hair is already half white, if no one says that he is only thirty-three this year, I am afraid that he will look like an old man in his fifties and sixties.

He knelt in front of the Ghost Emperor and muttered prayers, hoping for another miracle. Save the Great Tomorrow.

The only one who accompanied him was the crown prince Zhu Cihong.

The two knelt on the ground reverently, and after praying, Zhu You's prosecutor said with a sigh: "Cihong, you can take people away first." I'm going to stay!"

"Father!"

Zhu Cihong was taken aback: "There can be no children in this world, how can there be no father!"

Zhu Youzhen smiled faintly: "The Son of Heaven is dead, my Son of Heaven is the Son of the Zhu family." But he can't be like Emperor Yuan Shun......"

Emperor Yuan Shun is talking about the last emperor of the Yuan Dynasty.

When the Ming army attacked Dadu, Timur fled in panic all the way and fled in the desert. After being chased and killed by Zhu Yuanzhang several times, he finally died of illness in the desert.

The so-called Emperor Shun, this rather ironic nickname, was given by Zhu Yuanzhang, the Taizu of the Ming Dynasty, who was quite a guy with bad taste.

When Ming Taizu attacked Dadu, Yuan Huizong did not resist, and only fled to Shangdu with some of his family, and then fled to Yingchang.

Because there was no large-scale resistance, Ming Taizu knew the destiny of heaven and retreated, and was called Emperor Shun. The taste of ridicule can be seen by the blind.

Taizu is so heroic, he Zhu Youzhen can't keep the society, and he deserves to be martyred. Where are you willing to learn from the Yuan Shun Emperor, and finally die in a poor countryside, where birds don't lay eggs, for the world and future generations to laugh at?

understood the insistence in his father's eyes, and Zhu Cihong knew that his father would definitely refuse to leave. He had no choice but to shout: "Since my father refuses to leave, then I will accompany you!"

"What a stupid thing!"

Zhu Youzhen was both moved and annoyed: "I'm still waiting for you to become Tang Suzong and regain my great tomorrow! Remember, all ministers cannot be trusted!"

"Tang Suzong, the child doesn't dare to do it. If my father doesn't leave, then I won't go either!"

Zhu Youzhen looked at his son with some relief and sadness, his son has grown up and has his own persistence. But if he doesn't leave, will he also die in the capital with him? What will he do tomorrow?

Looking at the face of the Ghost Emperor with a kind smile. In a trance, I heard a sentence: "The tree dies, and the man lives." Stay in the green mountains, don't worry about running out of firewood!"

Zhu Youzhen was startled, and looked around suspiciously: "Who, who is talking!"

But I saw the light on the body of the ghost emperor flickering, and a figure faintly appeared: "The emperor and the crown prince are going to ...... go."

Before he could finish his sentence, the shadow began to shake at a distance, as if it could collapse at any moment.

"Let's go, go to the south, go to the beach......"

Halfway through, the idol exploded and became a ruin.

Zhu Youzhen, father and son, looked at each other, but when they heard the door of the shrine move, a group of guards broke in: "Your Majesty, what happened......" rs

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