At the beginning of the civil castle, the Ming God of War was a little panicked

Chapter 527 Military Alliance
"The emperor is here, the emperor is finally here..."

Fan Mingchen suddenly lost control and burst into tears.

The island of Ceylon hangs alone overseas, thousands of miles away from the mainland of Ming Dynasty.

If it starts from Tianjin Wei, it will take at least two months, even if the steam ship is moving at full speed, it will take more than one month.

The soldiers stationed there rely on the belief in their hearts to persevere until now. They believe that the emperor will definitely come.

Yes, definitely will!

Facing the hungry wolf-like Ottomans, they fought back powerfully. There were dozens of battles, large and small, and countless casualties. Even though the island ran out of ammunition and food, they were still struggling.

The front team died in battle, the rear team topped, the soldiers died in battle, and the common people topped...

They shed a lot of blood, but never a single tear.

Now that the reinforcements finally appeared, this tough man could no longer control himself, and completely released the depression in his heart.

Zhang Mao patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "Ceylon Island is the land of Ming Dynasty, the emperor will never forget it."

Fan Mingchen was a little choked up, and while wiping away his tears, he couldn't stop nodding.

Zhang Mao asked again: "The South China Sea Guard sent information saying that envoy Peng is in Ceylon Island. What's going on?"

"Oh, that's it..."

Fan Mingchen sorted out his thoughts for a while, and then said: "Ever since I learned that Peng Shi's fleet was seized by the Ottomans, my father began to organize a rescue force. The Ottomans originally wanted to negotiate, but we didn't expect our army to come over suddenly. , the other party was not prepared enough, and envoy Peng led people to resist, and he rescued them with cooperation from inside and outside."

"Although the people were rescued, most of the ships were still detained, and the combat effectiveness was severely damaged. More importantly, the food on the island was limited. Suddenly there were 2000 more people, and the situation became more and more tight."

"The Ottomans suffered a great loss, so they assembled their forces to attack Ceylon Island. My father immediately organized the soldiers to build fortifications and sent people to Nanhaiwei for help."

"In just two months, the Ottomans organized and attacked dozens of times, all of which were fought back by us. It stands to reason that they are fighting from a distance. Under such consumption, the logistics supply will not last long. Unexpectedly... ..."

Speaking of this, Fan Mingchen couldn't help sighing, and continued: "These people turned to attack the Tik Kingdom on the other side of the strait."

"The Kingdom of Tik has done some business with us. The weapons and equipment are relatively backward, but the food production is abundant. After being occupied by the Ottomans, it is equivalent to solving the supply problem and continuing to besiege Ceylon."

"Last night was the decisive battle. If you hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid the whole army would have been wiped out."

Zhang Mao listened silently, and then said: "Don't worry, our fleet has brought food, and another special fleet of grain transportation will leave from Jiaozhi, and it will arrive in half a month."

Fan Mingchen nodded and said, "As long as the siege of the Ottomans is lifted, the food problem will be easily solved."

At this time, two soldiers hurried in carrying a stretcher.

"General, we have found Mr. Peng!"

Zhang Mao and Fan Mingchen hurriedly got up to look. The man on the stretcher was Peng Qing, the envoy of the Daming Sea Patrol. At this time, his body was covered with blood, his hair and beard were all scorched, and they were all in a mess.

"Master Peng!"

Zhang Mao called out cautiously, but saw Peng Qing slowly open his eyes with a look of relief.

"You are here..."

"Here we come!"

After Zhang Mao finished speaking, he immediately ordered the military camp to come for treatment.

Not long after, the military doctor reported: "Fortunately, it's just a skin trauma, and no internal organs were injured. Just rest for a while."

Only then did Zhang Mao feel relieved. At the same time, he couldn't help feeling afraid. Even Peng Qing joined the battlefield. It can be seen that the battle last night was as dangerous as Fan Mingchen said, almost the entire army was wiped out.

If you come one day late, the consequences will be disastrous!

Peng Qing seemed to have lost his strength, closed his eyes, and asked, "Mingchen, how is your father?"

Fan Mingchen hurriedly replied, "Still in a coma."

"General Fan stayed by my side last night, otherwise, my life would have been gone long ago."

Fan Mingchen remained silent, because this was the responsibility of his father and son, there was nothing to say.

Zhang Mao came forward to inform the emperor that he personally led the army to go out.

After Peng Qing listened, he said slowly: "The matter this time is all due to the old man. I didn't expect the Ottomans to be so ambitious. His bastard, he was fine when he went, but when he came back, he suddenly turned his face and alarmed the emperor. Really. Yes... the old man really deserves to die..."

Zhang Mao was a little puzzled, and asked, "The Ottomans and I, Daming, have always been in harmony with each other, why did we suddenly turn our faces?"

"Isn't it because these bastards were blinded by the money and saw that the old man's fleet brought a lot of gold and silver, as well as various gems, precious spices... In short, they are all good things."

Zhang Mao said angrily: "You dog, grab it!"

"Who said no?"

Peng Qing was full of resentment, and said: "When I went to sea last year, the Ottomans had just replaced Eastern Rome and occupied the Persian Gulf area. When I saw my fleet, they fawned over each other and begged me to make a deal with them. "

"It's the same this year. The old man also prepared two large boats of porcelain, tea, silk and other goods for them, and the price was reasonable. I didn't expect that these bastards would be greedy for profit. Seeing that the old man loaded a lot of gold When Yin returned home, he became greedy."

"It's also my fault that the old man didn't take precautions in advance, he was careless!"

After listening to Peng Qing's narration, Zhang Mao roughly figured out the ins and outs of the matter, and immediately sorted out a memorial, and sent the clipper to the main force.

At this time, Zhu Qizhen's large army had just arrived at Nanhaiwei and was taking a final rest.

"What do you think, brother?"

Accompanied by Zhu Qiyu himself, he patrolled around Nanhaiwei.

"Well, good job!"

Zhu Qizhen praised repeatedly, it can be seen that the little brother is quite good at managing overseas, and he is doing well.

This is the famous Malacca. It is no exaggeration to say that whoever controls this strait controls the trade routes of the world.

"My brother, according to the emperor's wishes, has already formulated a set of navigation procedures. For passing merchant ships, customs duties are levied according to the size of their hulls. The tax rates for cargo ships in different countries are different. For all the vassal states of my Ming Dynasty, The tax rate is relatively low."

Zhu Qizhen nodded, and said: "Just do it like this. I will make a covenant later. Those who are willing to join my allies of Ming Dynasty will get a discount on tariffs. It doesn't matter if you don't join, and you will be charged normally. Don't let them pass, go around!"

With a thought in his heart, Zhu Qiyu bowed and said, "Brother Huang is wise!"

"Your Majesty, urgent report from Ceylon Island!"

Yuan Bin arrived in a hurry, holding a letter in his hand: "Zhang Mao has arrived in Ceylon Island, urgent report!"

(End of this chapter)