Ming Dynasty, Quanzhou Port.

As the largest trading port in the Far East, the sails cover the sky and the sun. This is the base of the Li Chamber of Commerce, and Admiral Huamei's caravan has just left Quanzhou Port.

Admiral Hua Mei has another place to go, and now a large number of Australian warships are anchored in this port. Fortunately, Quanzhou Harbor is much larger than the inland port of Bordeaux, but it does not affect the docking of other merchant ships like the East Coast Fleet's visit to Bordeaux.

The two largest hill-like three-decker battleships are the flagship Long March and the sister ship Liberation of the Australian Second Fleet.

The four cruisers next to it, the Liaoshen, Pingjin, Huaihai and Dujiang, were much smaller, and the dozen destroyer frigates were even more unattractive.

The Australian warships were just on a normal cruise, passing through Quanzhou to provide supplies and give the sailors a holiday. The Australians had penetrated Quanzhou and even Fujian very much, and the officialdom was well managed from top to bottom.

Today, the status of the Australians in Quanzhou is basically the same as that of Zheng Yiguan in Xiamen later. It is true that Quanzhou is only nominally under the control of the Ming Dynasty and pays a small amount of taxes to the Ming Dynasty. In fact, it is already a country within a country.

Now on the streets of Quanzhou, an Australian senior official, the military god Cossack, was walking.

This legendary Australian general and commander of the Second Fleet is also on vacation today, traveling incognito. If he puts on a military uniform and swaggers through the city, he will inevitably be recognized, and he will not be able to enjoy his vacation.

The Cossack elder was wearing a Chinese tunic suit and strolling around casually, admiring the prosperity of Quanzhou in the seventeenth century. Behind him were several entourages, all wearing two-pocket people's uniforms.

This Australian dress is very popular in Quanzhou, and has been imitated by dignitaries and wealthy businessmen.

When the Cossack walks on the street like this, even though he and his entourage are straight-backed, most people will guess that he has military experience, but they will not associate him with the famous military god.

There were patrol police officers passing by on the street, lazily and without formality. On the other hand, the Australian urban management officers who were jointly enforcing the law with them were all majestic, wearing four-pocket cadre uniforms, full of energetic energy. God.

Because of the existence of Lingao forces, the Australians had no idea of ​​acquiring territory in the Ming Dynasty. The infiltration in Quanzhou was just to safeguard Australia's commercial interests. Otherwise, it would be very easy to occupy Fujian militarily.

It was still early in the morning and I was not in a hurry to eat. I saw a crowded teahouse on the roadside and it was very lively. The Cossack walked in casually.

The Cossacks were either rich or noble, and the waiter was very discerning, so he quickly discussed with a few old customers to add seats next to them, making room for this group of people.

The Cossack drank Dahongpao and cracked melon seeds, very leisurely, and his attention was gradually attracted by the storyteller at the center of the crowd. Of course, it is impossible to have real tribute tea in such a small shop, but it is indeed top quality. That's it for oolong tea.

The storyteller is in his fifties, with an ancient and strange appearance. This "ancient and strange" appearance is what he used to describe and brag about. In fact, he has a long face, high cheekbones, protruding eyes, and a big mouth, which looks a bit like an ancient dragon monster.

The storyteller is not an actor, and does not need to grow up to be a young actor. His unique appearance is very attractive. In addition, he has a lot of knowledge and a sharp tongue, but he has gained a certain reputation in Quanzhou.

"Dear readers, last time I wrote that the wolf cavalry recruited the princes-in-law of Mongolia and Ming Dynasty, and they were very proud of themselves.

The two princesses entered the bridal chamber at the same time, which was unprecedented. As the saying goes, 'In the emerald quilt, the new blood of Begonia is tested for the first time; on the mandarin duck pillow, the fragrance of cinnamon stamens is diffused'. The wolf cavalry used moves to fight each other..."

The Cossack watched the audience stretch their necks, widened their eyes, and almost laughed out loud. Each one imagined the moves of fighting each other, as if he was the wolf cavalry who married two princesses, and couldn't help but shake his head.

sigh.

The wolf cavalry has done great things on the grassland, and heroes have to use their talents. The Cossacks are quite sympathetic to each other. I heard that the author talked about the wolf cavalry, and I was looking forward to it.

Australia's intelligence department has dedicated personnel to collect information about Wolf Cavalry, Si Jiu, and An Yong, and what they learned is much more detailed than the storytellers' folk rumors.

However, one thing is that Mongolia currently has no navy and has nothing to do with the Cossacks. The other thing is that the Cossacks have been at sea for the past month and there is no latest news. I thought the storyteller had some new stories coming from the grasslands, but it turned out that they were just boring stories.

thing.

This is because the level of the audience is different and their requirements are also different. What the Cossacks want to hear is the military exploits and political games of the Wolf Cavalry. However, the audience in the teahouse are ordinary people. How can they listen to such empty "bragging" things as political games?

interested?

Storytellers also have to make a living, and rely on these food and clothing parents to make a living. Of course, the masses can say whatever they like to hear. It has been many years since I met a nobleman like Cossack in a teahouse. The storyteller only tells what he likes to hear.

Don't you want to starve to death?

The storyteller finally finished telling the 5,000-word story about the bridal chamber of the Wolf Cavalry. The audience listened with interest, but the Cossack yawned.

He had to study the fight between left and right, and he had plenty of money and military tickets to check the columns for actual operations. Why did he need to have fun with these people here?

If the storyteller dared to arrange the Ming princess and the Mongolian princess in this way, if they were in the capital, they would have been arrested long ago. If they were in Mongolia, they would have been beheaded by Lin Dan Khan without trial.

However, here in Quanzhou, the sky is high and the emperor is far away. The people only know about the Australian Executive Committee, but they don’t know about Emperor Tianqi. Lin Dan Khan has no control here. In such a special zone free port, the people’s speech can be said to be unprecedentedly unscrupulous.

"Since the wolf cavalry married two princesses, he has been shameless and extremely charming. Logically speaking, the Ming princess should live in the annex of the Tenth Prince's Mansion. The wolf cavalry has to come to serve her, and is not allowed to enter unless summoned by the princess.

But as soon as the princess, a delicate little girl, entered the Tatar den of Baicheng, she couldn't help herself.

As we all know, Wolf Cavalry was born in Lingao, a veteran, and he likes to hold meetings.

From then on, in the big tent of the Wolf Cavalry, sometimes there were three-person meetings with the two princesses, sometimes they called the maid brought by Lingao to have four-person meetings, and sometimes they gave Lin Danhan to his two concubines.

Plus, hold a six-person meeting..."

This is truly the storyteller's mouth. The Cossacks would never believe that the Wolf Cavalry could be so debauched and unscrupulous.

Chahar Mongolia was surrounded by enemies on three sides, and the Ming Dynasty, its ally in the south, also took advantage of them. The Wolf Cavalry had the trust of Lin Dan Khan, made decisions on state affairs, and counseled military aircraft. How could he spend all day in the boudoir like Ximen Qing?

But Cossacks are also men. Thinking about the grand occasion of the six-man meeting, if I were a wolf cavalry...well, it is possible to do it occasionally.

The storyteller was so powerful that the Cossacks unknowingly listened to it. In professional terms, this is called an immersive experience.

"It is said that the life of the wolf cavalry is full of flowers and raging fire. But as the saying goes, no one is good for a hundred days, and no flowers are red. On this day, the wolf cavalry accepted Lin Dan Khan's order to attack Tumut, Kara

Qinbu.
Chapter completed!