The Resurrection of the South Seas of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 338 The Training Intensity of the Restoration Army
Therefore, Zhu Hongyu didn't care about the possible revenge of the Netherlands!

In this era of cross-sea expeditions, if he is capable, he will come!

Anyway, Daming's labor camp is currently short of people!

Someone wants to send free labor across the ocean, how can Zhu Hongyu refuse his kindness? !
Therefore, Daming now wants to eat Fuyuan City and the fruits developed by the Dutch in the Indonesian archipelago.

Mata Lan Sultanate is the last and biggest obstacle!

It is a negotiation between the two parties, a consultation to determine some established facts.

Or simply start a war, until the Matalam Sultanate is subdued and forced to admit the established facts.

It depends on the next meeting between Zhu Hongyu and the envoy of the Sultan of Mataram.

After much deliberation, Zhu Hongyu ordered.

"Go and invite King Yanping!"

He was going to drag Zheng Chenggong to meet the envoy of the Matalan Sultanate.

Regardless of whether it is war or peace talks, once the matter of the Matalan Sultanate is resolved, it is almost time for Daming to return to the division.

……

Boom!dong dong!dong dong dong!

Amidst the dull sound of war drums, the gate of Fuyuan City creaked open.

The battle flag on the city head is flying in the wind!
A group of soldiers in iron armor came out of the city, separated the two sides of the road, and prepared to meet the mission of the Matalan Sultanate.

Rows of armored swords and guns stand everywhere, and the murderous aura of a veteran of many battles gathers together, which makes people dare not look directly at them.

Those firepower points at the head of Fuyuan City, the black-holed cannons are very eye-catching!
Everything is telling the Matalan Sultanate mission that the Dutch were defeated, but replaced by a more powerful Ming Dynasty.

Under the watchful eyes of the Matalan Sultanate, the missions entered Fuyuan City.

The leader of the team is the little prince of Mata Lan Sultanate, named Dangka, who is deeply loved by the contemporary Sultanate of Mata Lan Sultanate.

As soon as he was an adult, he was raised by the current Sultan of Mataram Sultanate as his heir!
boom!Boom!

The cannons at the head of Fuyuan City were fired one by one, and the salutes rang out one after another.

White smoke billowed from the top of the city!

The meaning of deterrence is full!
If the issue of Fuyuan City can be resolved through negotiations, Zhu Hongyu is unwilling to start a full-scale war with the Matalan Sultanate.

It's not that you can't fight, but it takes time to fight!

Speaking of a frontal battle, the Matalan Sultanate is a younger brother, a group of little trash that even the Dutch can't beat, and the Ming army can settle them down casually.

But winning the frontal battlefield does not mean that the problem can be solved!
If the Sultanate of Matalan fought a guerrilla war with Daming, it would be called a disgusting person.

The Indonesian archipelago is, after all, their home field!
Of course, the main reason is because Daming still needs to worry about the war situation in the mainland, so it can't be dragged on the side of Fuyuan City.

……

Under the watchful eyes of one after another, Dangka was welcomed into the living room of Zhengnan Dufu Mansion amidst the roar of salutes.

Zhu Hongyu was sitting at the head, wearing a prince's crown.

The golden yellow dragon pattern embroidery on the crown suit is vivid and beautiful!

Below him, including Zheng Chenggong, all the generals of the Restoration Army were wearing armor.

The feeling of thick and strong is overwhelming!

Don't dare to look straight!

Inside and outside the living room, a group of Guards soldiers in armor and carrying muskets stood in formation.

The atmosphere is solemn and solemn!
Zhu Hongyu sat at the highest place, his eyes were piercing, fixed on Dangka.

Dangka knew very well that he felt the coercion from the Heavenly Kingdom!
……

After two or three years of development by the military government of the Restoration Army, Luzon is now more prosperous than ever.

There is an endless stream of merchant ships coming and going!

Merchant ships from Annan, Siam, North Korea, Ryukyu and other countries often entered and exited the ports of Luzon.

They brought a large amount of gold and silver, as well as various specialties, raw materials, and pulled away boatloads of cloth and ironware, as well as various primary industrial products such as soap, perfume, and alcohol.

Maritime merchants from various countries not only brought a lot of profits to the military government, but also paid high taxes!

However, compared with Shanggang at this time, Luzon is more like a military camp.

From morning to night, the sound of the army's drills has never stopped, and every day there are troops training around the entire Luzon city.

Every time it is a ten-kilometer, twenty-kilometer cross-country run!

Even carry weight!

Huang Zongxi and the others landed amid the shouts of "expel the Tartars, restore China, rebuild Ming Dynasty, and revive China".

Standing on the land of Luzon, looking at the clothes and hair accessories of the people around, listening to the faintly heard slogan of "expel the Tartars".

A different feeling stirred in their chests.

Compared with the money rat-tail robes and mandarin jackets under the rule of the Qing court, everything in front of me looks more like China!
Listening to the sound of slogans, watching the huge puffs of smoke and dust formed by the troops running and training in the distance.

Huang Zongxi wiped the sweat from his forehead, and asked Xiao Qidao, the Jin Yiwei who escorted them all the way beside him.

"Zhao Xiaoqi, today's weather is so hot, will our soldiers of Ming Dynasty continue to practice?"

"It's really elite!"

"Only such elite soldiers can drive out the Tartars and rebuild Ming Dynasty!"

Zhao Xiaoqi shook his head and said.

"It's not just about practicing today!"

"According to the infantry drills compiled by His Highness Jian Guo, no matter it's windy, rainy or scorching hot, the Da Ming Restoration Army's daily drill time should be at least three hours or more!"

"There is only one day off in every ten days. On other days, even if there is a knife in the sky, the training can't stop!"

"After all, once you go to the battlefield to fight, the enemy won't stop fighting just because the weather is too hot or it's raining!"

Huang Zongxi asked in disbelief.

"Is this true?"

In the army of this era, those who can do it every half a month can be regarded as elite soldiers.

He really had never seen that army with the training intensity of the Restoration Army!
There is more than one daily training, and the daily training volume is at least three hours.

I really can't imagine it!

Zhao Xiaoqi nodded proudly and said.

"If you don't practice like this, how can you train a powerful soldier who can drive out the Tartars, defeat the Qing Dynasty and the Eight Banners of Manchuria, and restore my homeland in the Central Plains?"

Gu Yanwu asked.

"But if you practice like this, wouldn't the generals be afraid of their bodies breaking down?"

"Aren't you afraid that the drill will be too tiring, and the soldiers will feel resentful?"

Zhao Xiaoqi then opened his mouth to explain their confusion.

"The monthly salary is sufficient, the esophagus is full, and I can eat meat every three to five days, and the family also distributes the land."

"How can anyone complain about such treatment?"

"The soldiers are not afraid of hardship or tiredness. They are all screaming to practice their skills and go to the battlefield to kill the enemy and make meritorious deeds!"

Wang Fuzhi on the side opened his mouth and exclaimed.

"His Royal Highness Jian Guo treats the soldiers so kindly!"

If Chongzhen had been as generous to the army as Zhu Hongyu...

Well, Chongzhen is poor!
Just as the few people were talking, a middle-aged man wearing an official robe and a pale face came from a distance.

Zhang Huangyan saw Huang Zongxi and the others from a distance, and he led his subordinates to greet them with big strides and said.

"Student Zhang Huangyan, I met three gentlemen!"

"Sir, please come here with the students, His Highness Jian Guo has already arranged residences for the three of you!"

"The families of the three gentlemen have arrived in Luzon ahead of schedule and have been settled by themselves. Please rest assured, the three gentlemen."

Seeing Huang Zongxi, Gu Yanwu, and Wang Fuzhi, Zhang Huangyan was very excited.

(End of this chapter)