The midsummer sun is so close that it is almost against the sea, roasting wisps of clear mist on the water surface. The sunlight passes through the transparent sea water, and reflects the shadows of fish and warships on the reefs and white sand. The lilac, bright blue, magenta, ochre-colored starfish and sparse five-color corals are clearly visible. There are lazy sea cucumbers on it, and clusters of slender tentacles of sea anemones rippling with the waves. The clown fish with orange stripes and translucent shrimps are swiftly shuttled between the green or ochre-red seaweeds. The slender little silverfish danced up and down around the black-patterned scallops embedded in the rocks, forming another colorful world under the water. They can ignore the heat on the ocean surface, nor have to worry about the wind and rain on the ocean surface. Because their world is under the water, relying on these ten thousand transparent blue waves to separate their country from the outside world.

Duke Mu Mian looked at the underwater scenery and sighed enviously. He knew how to enjoy it. A large piece of glass brick was installed at the bottom of the small yacht under his feet. Through the glass, all the scenery underwater scenery was visible. For more than twenty years, the Mu family had run their own world like the swimming fish under the water. They did not dare to care about the major events in the court and the disputes between the kings.

Xiping Duke Mu Ying was the only military general who was always trusted among the founding fathers of Emperor Hongwu. The actual control of the territory of the Mu family in Yunnan ranked second among the Ming lords, second only to King Yan Zhu Di. In terms of relationship with the royal family, the Mu family seemed to be stronger than the kings. In recent years, whether the imperial court cuts the foreign countries or increases taxes, the Mu family has never been involved in the Mu family. Speaking of these, you have to admit that Mu Ying, the head of the previous generation of the Mu family, was far away from court disputes, but he has always maintained a close relationship with the royal family. Including his death, he was exaggerated by the newspapers, because he was worried about Emperor Antai's illness.

The small yacht was very cool, and several maids took turns to shake the handles, driving the small fans installed on the portholes, and the fan blades buzzed and rotated under the drive belt, sending the cool breeze into the cabin. This is a luxury that only the princes can afford. But it still cannot dispel the heat in Mu Mian's heart.

On both sides of the Zhuo case in the cabin, there were two letters on both sides, one from Guo Pu, Peking and the other from the emperor of the dynasty. If there was a Wuhou title (balance) on the boat at this moment, Mu Mian would not be able to put these two letters on the title, which is more important. Guo Pu's family in Beijing did not want to offend him, and Emperor Jianwen. The Mu family could not afford to offend him. Moreover, this was a private message besides the imperial edict. After the emperor saw the excuse that the Mu family refused to send troops to Nanyang, he wrote a letter to supervise the battle. The private message represented not only the orders of the court, but also the personal relationship between the emperor and the Mu family. If the personal relationship with the royal family broke down, God knows whether the next court action would directly target the southwest princes.

The soldiers must be launched. The battles must also be fought symbolically. Control the battle standards between the two sides and give Guo Pu a little face. This is why Mu Mian sent envoys to let the guards of the Nanwuli avoid them before sending troops. Taking off Nanwuli, the Mu family was enough to explain to the court that they had punished the Nanyang traitors. They could also take the opportunity to get another gate in the Strait of Malacca and monopolize this important sea route. Even if Timur really came from the sea in the future, the Mu family could also deal with the two unsinkable warships, Nanwuli and Malacca. Referring to the actions of the court at this moment, when the Mu family really fought with Timur in the future, they could not expect the Nanyang heroes to repay their grievances with virtue. The Mu family did not dare to expect the imperial court to really send troops to support. Sacrifice the Mu family's strength by using foreign enemies. It would be a cost-effective deal for the Ming court.

Your own family can only be protected by your own strength. No matter who is right and wrong between the court and the King of Yan, the new policy and the retro reform, who is right and wrong. In the southwest, the interests of the Mu family are eternal. Including the governance methods in the territory, they all follow the principle that the interests of the Mu family are first. There are many factories and mines, and there are many businesses and travelers, which on the surface is simply a replica of Peking. However, the subtleties are slightly different. Almost every pillar industry is marked with the name of the Mu family. Mu family Metallurgy, Mu family salt industry, Mu family academy, and Mu family signs in the southwest, which means quality and credibility. It is even more new than the new policy and more retro than retro. With the support of the four major families of Liu, Bai, Fang and Su, the Mu family maintains the transcendence and stability of its status in the southwest.

There is no eternal right and wrong, only eternal family interests. As a descendant of the Mu family, Mu Mian has to carry the family on his shoulders at all times. At this moment, the Mu family fleet is ready to go, waiting for the reply brought by the envoy sent to the Nanwuli. What Mu Mian is most worried about now is that Ye Feng is willing to give in without giving in. He doesn't want to fight with the Ye family. The strength of both sides is similar, and no one can take much advantage when they start. But the envoy is a slow man. It's less than a hundred miles of sea route, and hasn't come back yet.

"Qi Bi, General Su is back and is driving here." A soldier who knew the coach's intentions jumped onto the yacht panting and rushed into the cabin to report.

"Absurd, let him wait for me on the Central Army Commander's ship." Mu Mian said a little unhappy. He waved his hand and ordered his subordinates to drive the ship back to the navy camp. General Su Shi, who was ordered to go on a mission to the Southern Wuli, was a junior of the Su family and was always cautious in his work. How could he make such a confusion at critical moments? He did not go to the Central Army account to hand over the official duties. Instead, he reported to the head coach's private boat.

"Wait, Duke, General Su said, please wait for him in the yacht." The personal soldiers who came were very brave and took a few steps forward to stop the captain of the yacht from further movements.

The Duke of Qian State Mu Mian was slightly stunned and immediately signaled the yacht to stop in place. If Su Shi's room was to report the results of the envoy on the yacht, it means that the situation and pre-conceived plans of Nanwuli had changed a lot. At least the wishful thinking of the soldiers without bloodshed and captured Nanwuli had failed. However, the pirate republic was in chaos, and Ye Fengsui relied on his strength to put the road that was beneficial to both sides. He entrusted Dahe to fight himself.

Mu Mian was puzzled and frowned. On the calm water surface, a small boat tore open the water surface like a swordfish and flew quickly towards him. The bow of the boat was General Su's fat and fat smiley face with a few pockmarks.

"Yi'an. Is this trip going smoothly? Did you encounter strong winds at sea?" He took his subordinates into the cabin and poured him a cup of tea with his own hands. Duke of Qian Guo Mu Mian asked impatiently.

"I have to ask my grandfather for the blessing, the sea is calm. My subordinates know that they have a great responsibility and stayed in the southern witch for a few days. I looked at the built-in. I came back late. Please ask my grandfather to atone for his sins." Su Shi, the Marquis of Pingmeng, bowed his hand and looked around with his eyes. He answered with great respect.

"What?" Guo Duke Mu Mian frowned, and a flame burned in his eyes. "Does the Ye family have no idea what is good and refuse to give up Nanwuli?"

Su Shi, the Marquis of Pingmeng, shook his head and said with a smile: "I haven't seen the Ye family, and Nanwuli has changed a guard. He is an old acquaintance of the prince. He refuses to give up the port!" Shao Yunfei's words were very unpleasant that day, and Su Shi did not intend to report to Mu Mian. He himself was unwilling to attack Nanwuli at this moment. So when Shao Yunfei refused, he felt comfortable.

"Let me see it, a big tone. Yi An. Don't go around the circle, who is the defender? How strong is the defense in the port? There are tens of thousands of people?" Guo Mian, Duke of Qian, pressed the hilt of the sword and asked with a sneer. He dared to let him see it, but he couldn't pick out a few heroes in the world. I don't know who ate the shark gall.

Su Shi was born with a smile. Even though there was a faint sound of wind and thunder in Mu Mian's words, his answer was still slow. While continuing to signal to Mu Mian, he said slowly: "It is the one-armed captain Shao Yunfei. He said that everyone is the descendants of Yan and Huang, so it is best not to fight with people in the same room to make jokes. Timur is about to go east, and he wants to guard the sea portal for the Ming Dynasty."

It turned out to be him. No wonder he dared to rebel against me. The Duke of Qian Guo was completely angry and sat back on the chair. The ocean was quiet. The buzzing sound of the human power fan overshadowed the waves, which sounded particularly annoying.

"Stop, you go out." Mu Mian gave a low order and drove away several maids who shaking the handle of the fan. Although Shao Yunfei is now a wanted criminal in the court, he was once a model of the generals of the Ming navy. He was injured by the sea battle. Who knew what Duke of Jinghai Cao Zhen would think? And how could Shao Yunfei, who has been through many battles, be easy to mess with? With him in the Nanwu, it seems that his plan to advance south must be changed. How can one soldier and one soldier explain to the emperor? Moreover, that port is of great significance to the Mu family. Mu Mian, Duke of Qian, unfolded a nautical chart in front of the case, and continued to learn about the situation of the garrison power in the Nanwuli from Su Shi while looking for alternative targets.

"The Ye family has been operating in Nanwu for many years. There are turrets in each commanding height in the port. It poses a great threat to ships. It is not suitable to attack. There are not many defenders there, only more than 3,000 people. But they are well-trained. Moreover, I also met a person this time. He asked me to bring a letter to the grandfather, asking the grandfather to put China first. Don't mess up the differences between the imperial court and China." Su Shi, the Marquis of Pingmeng, saw that he was the only one who was left in the cabin. He put away his smile and solemnly took out a letter in his arms. "In the opinion of his subordinates, we should not fight the pirate republic at the moment. Yu Gong, in order to unite against the Arab coalition; Yu privately, that person in the port is not easy to mess with."

"Who is there?" Mu Mian was shocked again. Shao Yunfei had already increased the weight of the Ye family in Nanyang. Seeing Su Shi's solemn appearance, there must be someone in the port who is more important than Shao Yunfei. "Wu'anguo" Mu Mian tightened her scalp and the pen in her hand fell on the map. No wonder Su Shi refused to explain the whole story in the coach's tent. No wonder he had to signal his own ship to his side.

Nanyang cannot be fought, but who knows that there are any magic weapons in Wu'anguo's hands that have not been taken out. At present, all the new firearms in the Ming army originated from the firearms in Huairou Township. All new industries originated from the blast furnaces and water trucks outside Huairou City. When he did not have a soldier and a soldier in his hands, the court did not dare to use him openly, let alone he now has thousands of soldiers.

He beat Nanyang, provoked Wu'anguo, provoked Wu'anguo, provoked heroes in the world, provoked six northern provinces, provoked Cao Zhen, and provoked King Yan. Sweat instantly emerged from Mu Mian's forehead. He turned around and grabbed Su Shi's shoulder and shook it hard. He scolded thankfully: "Good boy, you have not gone to the Central Army tent, otherwise our fathers would be embarrassed this time!"

"Mr. I have another suggestion. If we don't fight Nanyang, we will still give some explanation to the court!" Su Shi, the Marquis of Pingmeng, grinned and replied with a smile.

"Tell me, I will give you a merit and let the court add your title."

"There is no need to be accede. The grandfather gave me some of the jade mines in Myanmar, which is more affordable than accede." Su Shi joked appropriately, picked up the pen, and gently tapped it in the direction of Dhaka City. "The countries in the Bay of Bengal moved our merchant ships, colluded with Timur to deceive the emperor. We, as ministers, had to make this noise for the emperor. After taking this land and expanding the original port along the coast, we do not need Nanwuli, we still have a transit station to go west along the waterway!"

The ancient country of Bange Tshu in late autumn has a unique flavor. The cool breeze blows from the sea to wash away the summer heat and hustle and bustle. The coalition forces of the various countries returned to their nests. The envoys from various countries who came out together to test the attitude of the court also parted ways. Since the battle of the Ming Dynasty's expedition fleet in Nanwuli, no Ming merchant ships came to Dhaka City to trade supplies. Seeing the prosperous port becoming increasingly deserted, the local people have resumed their ordinary life of fishing. Occasionally, they look at the horizon and recall the income and joy brought by the Ming merchant ships to the port. Scolding the short-sightedness of the king of the dynasty, all the prosperous old dreams turned into a sigh.

"Oh!" King Sephuddin wandered in the hall, wandering back and forth, constantly sighing. Since he inherited the throne, he has struggled to survive in the cracks of the great power, making the king grow old very fast. He is only fifty years old, and when he is not wearing a headscarf, he looks seventy years old.

The northeast is located at the base point (Delhi. Ancient India) and the vassal Myanmar of the Ming Dynasty. The south is named Bangges Bay in Bengal by the Ming Emperor. The special geographical location makes this place a chaotic place since ancient times. In addition, the terrain is low and floods often occur, the resources are scarce, and the land is barren. It is better to be a king here than to be a prefect of the Ming Dynasty.

Especially after Timur gained control of the entire Muslim world, the king's life was even worse. Not only did Timur ask for food and money every year in the name of holy war, he also forced the Bang Ge Thorn to provoke the Ming Dynasty. But the Ming Dynasty really could be provoked by the Gulf countries. Thinking of this, Old Seifdin couldn't help but feel nervous. In the past twenty years, although the expansion of the Ming Dynasty was aggressive, they only controlled all the vassals of China since ancient times. It was not too much to say that they had taken back control of these small countries from the Mongolian Yuan. Moreover, even if they took back control, the Ming Dynasty also treated the original royal family very favorably. Usually

The method was to give the seal to teach him to defend his territory and not directly incorporate the regime into the territory of the Ming Dynasty. In terms of handling the land of the kingdom, (computer site http://16k.cn Mobile site http://ap.16k.cn) The Ming officials only requisitioned some coastal ports, which basically did not touch the interests of the kings. Even the development of mines would leave a few shares for the kings according to the rules. In contrast, Timur, who believed in the same God, was much crueler. If the king reversed his mind, he immediately sent troops to attack. The day when the city was destroyed was definitely a massacre. No old men and children were left.

When Old Seifdin thought of the banner that the Ye family fleet had set up in the naval battle between the soldiers, he felt chill and nodded (Bangladesh nodded in negation, and left shook his head in agreement), and sighed again. "We are all descendants of Yan and Huang." The pirates in the South China Sea actually called themselves the people of the upper country of China. If all the people of this ancient empire in the east had the same idea as Ye Fengsui, then the eastward Timur was undoubtedly touching the stone with eggs. Old Seifdin seemed to see the seemingly powerful Muslim world colliding in front of the homeland in the east. Just like the huge waves on the beach that were slapped at the rocks without any effort, it looked surging. In the end, it was broken.

"If I had known this, I would rather not go to rob the expedition fleet. At that time, I thought I could kill people to silence the pirates and blame them." Old Sefferdin ordered his maid to close the window of the palace to isolate the bleak autumn wind and dull waves in the outside world. These sounds made him feel even colder. Deep in his heart, he did not recognize Timur's rule over the Muslim world. He even thought in private that Timur was more like a disaster in the Muslim world than a hero in the Muslim world. According to the return of the great prince Xiao Sefferdin who went to pay tribute to the Ming Dynasty, the prosperity of the Ming Dynasty has exceeded everyone's imagination. Although their emperors and ministers were both foolish, the foundation of the country was extremely stable. As long as someone could exert half of the potential of this country, the whole world would tremble at the feet of the Ming Dynasty.

"What am I going to mess with him? Why didn't I Ling fix the fleet?" Old Seifdin grabbed the few hairs in annoyance. "They all call themselves descendants of Yan and Huang, they, Han people, Miao people, Tibetans, if they were added to the Mongolians, such a large nation would be formed in front of me, and I turned a blind eye to them, thinking they could deceive. I was so dizzy."

The palace maids with colorful veils in the palace were not afraid to show their anger. They were trembling and waiting for the king to finish their anger. At this critical moment, whoever speaks will be seeking death.

A clear sound of footsteps from afar made all the palace maids feel relieved. It was the great prince who came, and this seventeen-year-old boy was the backbone of the old king. Since he was born, the old king has spared no expense to hire famous teachers to train him. The people of the Dali, the people of the heavens, the missionaries, the people of the Ming Dynasty, the prince's teachers came from more than one nation, and the wisdom of several homelands was concentrated in one. It seemed that the hope of the entire kingdom was placed in him.

Little Seffodin pushed open the door, smiled and pulled over a palace maid, raised her veil, kissed her gently on her snow-white chin, and then drew a whirlpool like a dance, pushing the palace maid away and bowed in front of the old king.

Even if you feel full of melancholy, you must resolve it in the smile of this naughty boy. The old king put away his thoughts and kindly supported his son's shoulders: "My son, do you have the experience of studying today? Or did you argue with a teacher? Come and find him as a father so happy?"

Little Seffodin smiled softly, revealing her pearly white teeth, and the sound of replying was like chanting a poem in his father's ears: "Father, my son saw you working hard on state affairs, so he came to help you come up with an idea. Regarding the dispute between the Ming Dynasty and Timur, I thought of a good solution."

"What's the solution?" The old king's eyes lit up suddenly. Many of his son's teachers were wise men. If they could really find an answer, they would no longer have to worry about the fate of the kingdom every day.

"I asked them about survival skills in small countries. My Eastern teacher said that Qin came to surrender Qin, Chu came to surrender Chu. My Western teacher said that the key is to judge in advance and follow the final winner. My Arab teacher said that the strongest man closest to you is the easiest to destroy you." The little prince shrugged his shoulders and smiled and said the answer, "The answer is already very obvious. Tomorrow I will go on a mission to the Ming Dynasty again and go to the six northern provinces to visit the heroes there. Before I come back, Father. Don't shed the blood of our people for anyone's orders."

The old king's eyes were confused. He was far less clear about this world that was changing faster and faster. He was far less clear than his son. He pondered for a long time, nodded and agreed to the prince's request. "Go, go early tomorrow morning, bring enough manpower and money, and don't come back before the situation is clear. No matter what I did wrong, you will push the responsibility down."

"Table", a dull cannon sound interrupted the conversation between the father and son. The sound was very close, and the palace was buzzing.

"Who is firing artillery? Don't you know that shells are expensive?" The old king asked angrily. The Ming Dynasty had stopped supplying overseas shells. The Arabs imitated shells were of poor quality, but the price was more than twice that of Peking goods. At present, the country's reserves of shells are less and less, and even the frigates at the port are usually insufficient. Who has the courage to waste shells at this time?

"Table" and "Table" were two loud noises, and the entire palace was shaking in the sound of cannons. He pulled up his son, and the old king rushed out of the palace with a telescope. This was not a prodigal son who was squandering his will. The disaster he was most worried about came early.

"Son, go, go immediately, go to the Ming Dynasty to cry and complain about the treacherous ministers' power, so he brought disaster to the country's destruction. No matter who their emperor is, they must ask them to uphold justice." The old king pulled the mark of the family from his clothes and stuffed it into the hands of Little Sefferdin. The smart Little Sefferdin made a quick decision and turned around and ran towards the opposite direction of the port.

The entire palace was left behind by Little Seffodin. On the street, there were panicked soldiers, helpless ministers, stunned imams, and blood-headed people crying and chaos. No one paid attention to the little prince. Little Seffodin ran into his mansion and grabbed a few teachers who didn't know how to deal with the crisis. He risked his life to pack up a bunch of gold tickets, hurried out from the back door and hid in the crowd of fleeing people.

Time has come, this is my destiny. The old king grabbed the telescope and stood at the highest point of the palace despite the dissuasion of his ministers. What caught his eye was the terrifying flaming phoenix flag. King Shugeshi knew that the owner of this flag had broken a bloody path from the siege of Arab and Bangladesh fleets. Today, they came to take revenge. There were not many ships invading, but the command was extremely appropriate. The neat fleet was teasing circles outside the port, tilting the fierce artillery fire on the warships of the Kingdom of Banggushi. The battleships of Banggushi had no time to react, and they were buried one after another under the sea.

Compared with the naval battle that day, the opponent's artillery fire was not too dense. But it was extremely accurate. Almost every circumference would bite a gap in the harbor. The cannon built by the harbor, the turret built by the harbor, fought back desperately, and the gunner's judgment of the direction of the warship could not keep up with the speed of the opponent's warship's advancement. The shells fired stirred up a lot of huge waves behind the fleet.

"Table", a few flames sprinkled out of a large black guy. The shells pulled the long flame tail, drew a bright arc in the sunset, and pierced into a turret in the port. Bricks and stones splashed everywhere, dust was flying, and the huge explosion was deafening. At the end of the smoke, a large black pit appeared in the original high ground, as if the demons opened their mouths.

"Quick. Hurry, tell everyone to move the gunpowder out of the turret and not to get too close to the cannon position." The old king yelled loudly, directing his personal soldiers to protect the remaining turret. "Look at what the motionless black guy in the sea is, concentrate his firepower and knock him out first."

The king's blood and roar inspired the soldiers' fighting spirit. The palace guards who came to their senses ran towards the turret one after another. Several quick-reacting turret commanders also adjusted the turret and concentrated their firepower against the enemy's firepower point that would not move in the sea.

The huge waves raised by the shells surrounded the big black guy and shook it back and forth. Several shells clearly hit it, but were bounced away by the guy and then exploded in the air.

"Allah, is this really your punishment for my blind obedience?" The old king wiped the blood from his forehead and looked at the sea. The painted turtle-like thing was a warship. The fireworks of death sprayed from it knew which side it belonged. The Chinese actually made a ship with iron, and the ship would not sink to the bottom of the water. It must have been dragged by the dozen or so warships on the water. So it did not need sails. There was no gap in the bare iron shell. Unless Allah blessed the shells to fly into its muzzle, no one could sink it.

"***, this iron turtle is deafing me." Shao Yunfei, inside the iron turtle ship outside the port, directed everyone to load ammunition into the cannon. This iron-shelled ship was a failed design given to Shao Yunfei by Ling Kun, and it was a waste eliminated by the Ming Academy of Sciences after demonstration. Shao Yunfei originally thought that it was protective and hurriedly pieced together a sample ship. Despite Wu'anguo's dissuasion, he took it to follow the Nanwuli fleet to conduct field experiments.

"Mr. Wu suggested that we add a few layers of cork inside. It is a place where you don't want cork to occupy the shells." An old sailor replied with a smile: "But this guy is really good. You don't need to avoid it at such a close distance. It's equivalent to shooting two turrets at the same time. Compared with me, they have to work hard for another ten years."

"Tear your clothes and plug your ears and look at my gestures. Otherwise, everyone will become deaf later." Shao Yunfei issued a self-protection order regretfully. After the sailors were ready according to his instructions, he waved his hand and directed everyone to smash a row of shells on the enemy's fortress directly in front of him.

With the roar, another turret flew into the sky. The remains of the cannon rushed out of the black smoke, spun several times, and smashed heavily into a noble yard by the sea, smashing half of the beautiful building.

There were no warships in the port to counterattack. Guo Feng directed the Nanwuli fleet to adjust the angle and concentrate on dealing with fixed targets in the port. The turrets were built reasonably. The warships were shooting while moving, because they were not accurate and could not get obvious effects. Instead, they were hit by the opponent's counterattack because of the slowdown. The two warships caught fire and had to withdraw from the battle in advance. They went outside the range of the artillery for emergency repairs.

"Stay speed, concentrate all firepower, and follow the flagship to attack the same target." Guo Feng calmly ordered the sailor to hang out the command light string. "Treat the turrets on the land. Do not pursue accuracy too much, and the shell density will win." This is the naval battle principle taught by Shao Yunfei personally.

The fleet saw the signal, adjusted its speed, and began to slide rapidly on the ocean surface again. Every time it swiveled, hundreds of shells flew to the same area like meteors, and the artillery attacked by concentrated firepower was like yellow flowers in the rain, shattering in an instant.

"Okay, I'll hit it again." The warship was filled with cheers of relief. They were chased by Arab pirates in spring and intercepted by Bangladeshi pirates. Now Shao Yunfei is back with everyone, and he wants to get the loss of spring, including principal and interest.

"Retreat, give up the port, and go outside the city to rectify the war elephants and prepare to fight with them on land." Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the King of Bang Gestu sighed and issued an order to give up the port. There were not many warships on the other side, and there were no troop transport ships to accompany them. The kingdom still had a chance to be with them on the land. If they were just here to take revenge, Bang Gestu's losses today were enough.

"Report!" A fast horse rushed through the smoke of gunpowder and rushed to the old king. The bloody knight had no time to dismount. While crying, he reported: "Report to my king that the Ming Dynasty and the Burmese coalition forces came from Awa, Gali and Mengyang. It was less than 200 miles away from Dhaka City."

The Duke of Qian, Mu Mian, commanded three armies and rushed to Dhaka City. His southern route must be cut off before Timur arrives. Otherwise, the Mu family will be the first victim to be crushed by Timur. This is the consensus reached between Nanwuli and Mu family:
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