Yizhen.

"Quick, hurry, the Holy Lord is here!"

On both sides of the Yiyang Canal, countless excited shouts sounded at the same time. Then countless densely lined up soldiers and civilians all hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed to the ground, and shouted loudly at the same time.

On the narrow river channel of the Yiyang Canal ahead of them, it seemed as if endless inland canals were slowly coming down the river. On the front of a 600-material canal with twelve dragon flags, a yellow crank umbrella stood upright on the deck directly in front, and a figure wearing a red dragon robe and a silver hat and a scarlet cloak behind him stood with his hands behind his back, scanning the sides with a arrogant look.

His Majesty the Emperor of Ming Dynasty came to Yizhen.

Of course, just passing by.

From Yangzhou to the Yangtze River to Nanjing, in fact, it is actually more likely to go to the Yiyang Canal. This is the main channel for the southern transportation of Huaiyan. Guazhou is more likely to go north by ships downstream. In addition, Guazhou is not modern Guazhou at this time. Guazhou City originally collapsed into the Yangtze River in history in the Qing Dynasty. Yang Feng went down from the north to Nanjing. It is of course the best to go to the Yiyang Canal to take less anti-flow rivers.

However, he no longer needs to fight Nanjing City on this trip.

In fact, his first stop was not to go to Nanjing.

Li Zicheng has withdrawn from Nanjing and is attacking upstream with all his might. Zheng Chenggong's Yangtze River Floating Bridge has also been built. The Western Route Army is constantly crossing the Yangtze River. The decisive battle between the two sides is about to begin between Dangtu and Wuhu. This can be said to be a final battle that has been put to an end for many years of troubled times in the Ming Dynasty. After this battle, all that remains are left is only some final work. Li Zicheng's total army returned to Xi'an was actually only more than 50,000. His army was too heavy. Emperor Yongchang, who had a million soldiers, came to this day, and only these 50,000 people are still following him. However, these 50,000 people are only one hundred battles. Zheng Chenggong's troops have only 20,000. It is hard to say whether they can block their full-strength attack. Yang Feng must rush to reinforce as quickly as possible.

So he won't go to Nanjing for the time being.

"I personally led the army to fight against the rebels, restore Nanjing, and sacrificed to Xiaoling Mausoleum. Local people should be assured of their duties without panic. Resident officials surrendered themselves to be punished. Anyway, the army maintains order, and wait for me to break the thief and return to deal with it separately!"

Then the emperor's voice sounded.

This sound resounds across the two sides of the straits, and you can hear it even if you are one mile apart.

"Long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long

The sound of long live the mountain shouting sounded immediately.

As the emperor's fleet passed by, the locks at the estuary of the lower reaches were all opened. It was already autumn, and the water level of the Yangtze River dropped significantly, and it was even slightly lower than the water level of the canal. The fleet that was descending downstream was driven by a sudden and sharp water flow, led by Yang Feng's ship rushed directly into the vast Yangtze River in acceleration like a final sprint...

What is that?

Almost at the same time, Liang Cheng pointed his hand forward and shouted.

Then Yang Feng saw three three-masted sailboats slowly moving upstream against the current, as well as the three-color flags flying at the top of their masts, and the symbol that was almost diamond-shaped in the middle of the flag.

"Dutch East India Company?"

Yang Feng said with interest behind his hands, "This is an unexpected gain!"

This is indeed an unexpected gain.

On the three Dutch East India Company's armed merchant ships, the captains and sailors looked like endless. The warships that kept pouring out from this small estuary were suddenly messed up. The gun doors on their starboard sides opened as fast as possible, and even more than thirty cannons were pushed out. However, this was useless. The number of Ming troops was too large. Although these canal ships were much smaller than them, and they were not warships, the problem was that the ship was full of artillery, and the various caliber artillery fixed on the deck also aimed the black hole muzzles at them under the operation of the artillery.

"Tell them that they would enter the Yangtze River without my permission and invade, and immediately stop the ship and wait for disposal!"

Yang Feng said with a sneer.

At this time, the total number of Ming army cannons that gushed out of the Yiyang River had exceeded 30, of which ten were carrying artillery ships. These artillery ships were specially modified, with a special fixed artillery position on the front and rear decks, which could serve as support from the other side when necessary. At this time, all twenty twelve-pound cannons on the ten ships were aimed at three armed merchant ships, and the cannons behind them were still sailing out one by one. The Dutch on the three armed merchant ships stared at this side vigilantly, and at the same time kept leaning south.

Immediately afterwards, the flag slogan on Yang Feng's ship was issued, and a small whistle ship immediately left the fleet and approached the fleet.

It came back half an hour later.

"Your Majesty, they said they were just coming to Nanjing to do business. Because they had previously occupied Nanjing, they could not contact the court officials, so they had to come here risk. If Your Majesty did not allow them to go to Nanjing, they would be willing to turn around and drive away from the Yangtze River and return to the sea immediately."

The officer who went to contact said.

"I thought it was pretty good. The Yangtze River is not the Rhine River. Do they just want to come and go?"

Yang Feng said.

"Go tell them to stop the ship and surrender, or they will sink!"

Then he said.

With the help of the speed of the water flow, the total number of cannons leaving the Yiyang Canal at this time had exceeded 100, one-third of which were carrying artillery. More than 60 cannons had an absolute advantage over the three armed merchant ships. Moreover, the artillery carried by the latter was mostly nine-pound or even six-pound guns, and the number of twelve-pound guns was not large, but the vast majority of the Ming army had twelve-pound guns. The only problem was that the Ming army's cannon was still too small compared to these three-masted armed merchant ships with displacement of hundreds of tons.

"That's the emperor of Beijing. If he is beaten to death, we will give you a million taels."

Just as Yang Feng said this, less than 700 meters away from him, Gong Dingzi pointed at him and said to Captain Philip on the Dutch armed merchant ship.

"No, it's too risky."

Philip shook his head and said.

"Besides, I don't think that if they all hit Nanjing, you will still have such ability to pay."

Then he shrugged and said.

He brought these three armed merchant ships to trade in Ningbo, and then met Gong Dingzi, who represented the Emperor Dashun of Nanjing, under the introduction of local partners. The latter proposed to borrow troops to defend the Yangtze River, and offered them the offer to give them all Taiwan Penghu, and allowed them to set up residences similar to Macau in Zhoushan. In addition, they also borrowed troops, which could be discussed in Nanjing. Of course, he could not miss such a good thing. Their main trade comes from the Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas. If they could help the Shun Army defend the Yangtze River, they would definitely gain trade privileges in the future, thus completely overwhelming the main opponent Portuguese. Although he actually did not have the power to make such a major decision on behalf of the company, it did not prevent him from coming to Nanjing to see the situation.

However, I didn't expect this to be the case.

If it means that the army has not fought the Yangtze River, then this transaction can be considered, but it is meaningless now.

"It's not for you in Nanjing, but for you in Xingjing's Emperor Qing."

Gong Dingzi said with a smile.

“Is your identity interesting?”

Philip said with a smile.

"But that would be even worse. What would the emperor, who is said to be a small mountain area, pay for it, let alone even if he doesn't pay the money, what can we do? Obviously your reputation is not worth one million."

Then he said.

"You don't have to worry about the ability to pay. His Majesty the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty has enough money. Although he has lost the land in Liaodong, the gold and silver accumulated by the three generations of the Qing Dynasty over the past few decades have been sent to the treasury of Xingjing. One million taels is not a big deal. As for the credibility issue, isn't His Majesty the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty now needing your help? He needs cannons, he needs new bird guns, and everything that will make him rise again. In the north, who else can transport these things to the mouth of Tumen River? Only your fleets can leave the island, so do you still need to worry about His Majesty's credibility?"

Gong Dingzi said.

"Aren't you a Han Chinese? Why are you so loyal to the Tatars?"

Philip asked with interest.

"Because they are the true lords and wise kings!"

Gong Dingzi said with a righteous look on his face.

"No, I cannot promise you that we invest in winners rather than losers. No matter how much money you give us, it will not be able to make up for the losses caused by our loss of trade with this country."

Philip shook his head and said.

It is obvious that he is a smart man. The basis for his willingness to cooperate with Gong Dingzi is that the origin of Jiangnan silk tea is controlled by the Shunjun. For them, helping these people defend the Yangtze River will gain additional benefits. However, now that the Emperor of Ming Dynasty has fought the Yangtze River, the origin of silk tea is controlled by the Emperor. Even if the emperor is killed, it will still cause the East India Company to be expelled because of the anger of this empire. No matter how much money Gong Dingzi pays, he cannot make up for this loss. After all, at least most of the value of the East India Company lies in trade with China.

"Well, you probably won't hand me over to them, right?"

Gong Dingzi said helplessly.

"Of course not. Although our deal cannot be completed, I am still looking forward to starting a trade with His Majesty the Emperor behind you."

Philip said with a smile.

"Thank you then!"

Gong Dingzi said.

Then he sighed and walked down the stairs indifferent mood. Philip did not look at him anymore, but stared at the small boat that was coming again. Gong Dingzi did not enter the cabin, but walked directly to the deck of the ship. No one paid attention to him by the sailors who were staring at the Ming army. Just as he walked to the side of a deck cannon, he suddenly hit the gunner. Before the latter could react, he snatched the ignition pole.

"Prince Rui, I'm avenging you!"

He yelled like crazy.

Then he put the fuse into the ignition hole.
Chapter completed!