open sea

Chapter 129 Garrison
Is this a question?

Du Beiwo has already resigned to his fate!
The arms can't twist the thighs, especially when they are on this land, they are like broken wood that has been eaten by moths on the trestle bridge. As long as they shake their hands, they can always drop a few bugs.

So when the tour and the tune heard the voice behind, and turned around with a few Fanyi to show a puzzled look, Du Beiwo vividly performed the appearance of a guide, and Chen Qianhu also responded with a smile just right, slowly nod.

Where did the rattling swords that were swearing before go?

Ma Xunji came back and asked Chen Mu: "Chen Qianhu, Father Perais of Fanjiao wants to ask you. Have you ever seen Brother Anthony in their religion? He is a tall and strong man, over forty years old , I was ordered to visit you at the Qianhu Office, and then never returned."

"Ah, I know, I know, he's a guest in my Qianhu yamen, and he'll be back in a while."

Chen Mu answered fluently, he had long forgotten the monk who lived in the side room in the front hall of Qianhu Yamen, Anthony never went out except for daily meals, so worry-free that if he didn't mention it deliberately, he would be completely forgotten!

Ma Xunji responded with a smile and went back to explain to the barbarians. Chen Mu changed his smile again and raised his arms to embrace Du Beiwo, pointing his arms forward and whispering: "Brother Du wants to understand. If you want to come to Haojing to garrison, you and I have reached a consensus, and the rest of the work will be much easier-tell me, what are the identities of those Frangji people in front, and where are their garrison camps on the island? ?”

Zhou Xing was somewhat displeased with Chen Qianhu's appearance, which violated the values ​​of Confucian scholars, and threatened and lured crooked moves, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with Chen Mu's approach, so he flicked his sleeves and walked forward.

Don't look at Chen Qianhu's nasty things behind him.

There is no way, he is a Confucian scholar who was born as a second county magistrate, but Chen Mu is not, he is a military master who has no taboos about beheading for money.

After walking only two miles, there is a small settlement of Ming people on the mountain. There are thirty or forty families of earth-wood houses, guarding the dilapidated yamen of the patrol department. It looks very ugly, but the view is very good.

Standing in the mountains and looking down to the south, it seems as if the door of the dark house is pushed aside and the door is closed, and it suddenly becomes clear!
The bottom of the mountain is like another world. On the muddy land, there are houses with twisted columns like western-style stone castles. Most of the stone houses are low, but there is a large open space in the middle of the huge settlement, and stones are continuously transported from outside the settlement. Gathering craftsmen, dozens of huge feldspars were piled on the foundation.

On the mountain behind the clearing stood another battery.

The officials in charge of Macao said that the open space was the meeting square of Fanyi, and they wanted to build a temple near the meeting square.

Du Beiwo said, pointing to the open space on the edge of the eastern woodland: "They also want to build a medical hall there. Does the medical hall need to be so big? Like their temples, it took half a year to build up the steps, and they are still busy making them Japanese carved pattern, ten years can not be built!"

Temples and medical halls?
Chen Mu turned around in his mind before completing the language conversion from east to west. The temple is a church, and the medical hall is a hospital.

"what is that?"

Chen Mu raised his finger and pointed to the distance. There were two smaller buildings not far from the foundation of the church. They were also stone buildings, but with different styles.

"The west side is their camp. There are some garrisons on the island to guard against Japanese pirates. They all live there. It was built by the former surnamed Wang shou'ao officer, and he taught the Fanyi day and night to control them; the one on the east side is called the public school." Du Beiwo glanced at it, and said, "Actually, it's a private school for Fanhuas, but there are also their godfathers who teach fairy tales."

Godfather?

Seeing Chen Mu's puzzled and complicated expression, Du Beiwo took the opportunity to release Chen Qianhu's arm as if holding a younger brother, and pointed forward: "The one in the big robe in front is their godfather."

"They used local materials to build their houses. Franchise mining is no better than ours. It's scary to directly blow up a big hole in the mountain and set off firecrackers in the cave." Du Beiwo still had lingering fears when he said, "Don't worship the mountain god, If you don’t worship the kiln god, you have to worship the god before opening the kiln. Franji doesn’t worship the gods, he hangs around the mountains with a broken cross, and says that gunpowder is safe to explode, isn’t that nonsense!”

"Then are they safe to blow up?"

Chen Mu asked, pointing to the meeting square, "Are those stones blown down from the mountains?"

"Accidents have happened seven or eight times, and people will be buried as soon as they are bombed. My official told the people in Kinki that they should not help the Fanyi bomb the mountains. If they die, they will not be found." The typical characteristic is that I don't care about you, and you don't affect me, "Anyway, they hire Japanese pirates to dig mountains, and they die when they die."

There is only one mineral resource in Macau, which is the granite blasted by Franji.

To the south of the meeting square, the khaki color gradually turns into a white and black pebble beach. People come and go in the port, and countless people are loading and unloading goods. Farther away are open-air shipyards and large commercial ships docked on the coast. Come to the board and walk, the business is prosperous.

Chen Mu knew that his two centipede ships were being repaired there!
There are far more foreigners entrenched in Haojingao than Chen Mu imagined.

They have already repaired three large forts, built church primary schools, barracks and hospitals, and even built an artillery factory at the foot of the mountain not far from the settlement.

Wu Guifang once said that the Fanyi had no fewer than [-] people in Australia. Chen Mu always thought it was an imaginary number, but only when he actually set foot on this land did he realize that it was not an imaginary number at all.

These bastards really think this is their home!

"Magistrate Zhou, Chen Qianhu, the flag army should stop here. If you go down the mountain and startle the barbarians, you may cause trouble!"

Compared with Du Beiwo who was frightened by Chen Mu pulling up the tiger skin, the other two officials who guarded Australia obviously wanted to get closer to the barbarians. They came to talk to Chen Mu, and a few barbarians watched the scene not far away. Obviously, Chen Mu's force made them feel worried.

"Will we startle the barbarians when we walk in our own territory?"

As if hearing a ridiculous joke, Chen Mu shook his head and said, "The barbarians on the island, how many of them can be the masters?"

"If you can make the decision, let them restrain the garrison and stay in the camp and don't come out. Chen doesn't know if the banner army will surprise them, but it's best that they don't disturb Chen's banner army."

After Li Dan entered the gate, he took a small path and left. This made Chen Mu lose the translator who had a direct conversation with the barbarians, but this would not affect his decision. He went to the island to fight against the barbarian merchants who smuggled women. This will not change.

It is impossible for him to keep the Banner Army here.

Zhou Xing, who had been silent all this time, obviously agreed with this point, he didn't care about the barbarians, nor did he care about the opinions of the three military officers under his jurisdiction, he cupped his hands and said to Chen Mu: "Chen Qianhu, it's getting late, let's go down and have a look. "

Chen Mu nodded and smiled at the Portuguese priest and military officer, then waved and walked.

Behind him, there were hundreds of households ordering the banner troops to move on, and the sound of orders echoed on the mountain road, and Frangji's expression was not good.

After many years, the army of the Ming people is about to enter their forum again! -
According to Godinho's estimate, Portugal's net migration to Asia from 1500 to 1580 was 28.

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