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Chapter 772

Chapter 772: Encountering a battle scene

Author: Qingzhulin

Lin Wanwan had just traveled through time and space, and before she even set foot on the land of a thousand years ago, she heard a sound breaking through the sky.

She gave in subconsciously, only to see a blow dart nailed not far from her side. It was a simple bamboo plate, not glowing with metal, but just as cold, because the tip was obviously smeared with poison.

The space-time gate slowly dispersed, the fighting stopped, and the scene became still.

Lin Wanwan appeared out of thin air, carrying a hiking bag, and looked at each other in confusion with the natives opposite.

This shocking way of appearing was probably something the warring parties had only heard of in the legends of the old men for so long, and had never seen it before.

After a while, Lin Wanwan, who had a strong heart, took the lead to break the deadlock and took a step forward.

All the ancients present took a step back.

Lin Wanwan continued to walk, and the ancients who were divided into two groups yelled "Ula!" and got into the trees behind them. The only sound left was the "rustling" of leaves through the forest.

Not everyone has left, there are still a few people left.

Moreover, these people have obvious Chinese features on their faces and do not look like natives of Southeast Asia.

One of the ragged girls, whose hair was loose, knelt down before speaking: "Jiliwala..."

Lin Wanwan: "..."

The accent is familiar, but I don't understand it, it sounds like Hakka.

But even though I don’t understand them, judging from their appearance, they probably think of themselves as gods, right?

At this moment, they were kneeling on the ground, looking like they were bowing before their heads.

"Are you Han? Are you from Jiangnan Road or Lingnan Road?" Lin Wanwan asked in Tang Dynasty Mandarin.

In the early Tang Dynasty, the world was divided into ten Dao. In later generations, part of Fujian Province belonged to Jiangnan Dao, and part was divided into Lingnan Dao. That's why Lin Wanwan had this question.

But her question was redundant, because this group of people had obviously immigrated here before the establishment of the Ten Paths of the World in the first year of Zhenguan, so she didn't know what she was talking about.

But someone does understand Mandarin, and the girl who spoke before replied in Mandarin with a strong Hakka accent: "Our ancestors were originally Han people from Quanzhou in the Sui Dynasty. To escape the war, they came to this overseas island. Sister Fairy, you are

From heaven?"

Quanzhou in the Sui Dynasty was the Fujian Province in later generations, Lin Wanwan understood clearly.

Although the other party's Mandarin was very non-standard, Lin Wanwan, who also had a Luang County accent, still understood it.

According to historical records, people in Lion City basically immigrated from Fujian and Guangdong, and this seems to be true.

"Since we are all Han, that's easy." Lin Wanwan smiled slightly and got straight to the point, "Are you willing to submit to me?"

You all saw me traveling through the time and space portal, and you just called me Fairy Sister. It’s no secret that you’re pretending, just in case it happens!

Anyway, there is no one in this area who claims to be the "Emperor" who will compete with her for power and profit. Lin Wanwan will not be embarrassed if she can fool her subordinates with her words.

As long as she is not in the base camp of Luan County, Lin Wanwan is not afraid of waves! That’s why she dared to bring so many modern outdoor survival equipment.

If she appeared out of thin air like this in the Tang Dynasty, the officials would definitely not be able to recognize your status as a deity, and would probably condemn you as a monster and burn you.

After all, there is already an "Emperor" who holds great power in the world. Do you still want to act like a god and step on the Emperor's head out of thin air?

The officials of the Tang Dynasty had to whip the Dragon King if their prayers failed to come true. It is a wishful thinking for a rootless "immortal" to easily take over other people's territory.

Just look at the popular Chinese myths such as "The Foolish Old Man Moves the Mountains", "Houyi Shoots the Sun", "Jingwei Fills the Sea", "Nuwa Mends the Sky" and other popular myths. The Chinese people are difficult to manage. The belief that "man can conquer nature" is inscribed

In my heart.

But it's different here. Nanyang is currently a territory that is not rare even if it is given to the Tang Dynasty. If the emperor doesn't like anyone, he will always move it south when he wants to criticize it.

Not to mention places as far south as Lion City, even Lingnan Road is already considered a southern barbarian by the people of the Central Plains, with the word "barbarian".

Although when Qin Shihuang unified the six countries, Vietnam belonged to our Chinese territory until the Tang Dynasty.

But these territories in the south were generally not taken seriously by the emperor's officials sitting in Chang'an and Luoyang, and they were considered places where officials were often relegated.

Lin Wanwan wants to be the owner of a small island in the Lion City that does not belong to the Tang Dynasty. It will not arouse the sensitive nerves of the Tang Dynasty, so she can do it with confidence and boldness.

As soon as she said the words of solicitation, there was a commotion among the people kneeling in front of her, and two of them already wanted to stand up, which was obviously reluctant.

Maybe they just want to take advantage of me, the "god", and are not willing to use it for me?

Just like when you see the gods and Buddhas in Taoist temples and temples, you have to bow down and ask for help. It doesn't take much trouble. If it works, they will give you incense and a golden body. If it doesn't work, they will scold you.

Good guy, if you don't see the rabbit, you won't let go of the hawk!

It's okay, sister, I have more rabbits.

Lin Wanwan Shiran took out the cloth bag filled with pearls and glass beads, took out a handful and sprinkled them.

Under the sunlight, pearls and glass beads glow with a charming light.

"Well, I will reward you with these first. Follow me and I will take you to eat delicious food and drink spicy food." If you can't fool people just by being a "god", then you should give it a little sweetness.

Anyway, in modern times, this thing only cost Lin Wanwan less than a thousand yuan.

The glass beads cost only a few dozen yuan, and the rest were ordinary-sized cultured pearls.

The Tang Dynasty has not yet taken into account maritime trade, the central court has not yet intervened, and taxes are still not collected.

However, relying on the sea to eat the sea, the Maritime Silk Road spontaneously formed by the people has begun to take shape.

The Lion City also belongs to God. It guards the Strait of Malacca, the connecting channel between the South China Sea and the Indian Ocean. It has been an important channel for international maritime trade since the Tang Dynasty. It has continued to be world-class in later generations.

Dagang.

Therefore, although this place currently does not have a unified political power and is a chaotic place where many enemies are fighting for hegemony, it does not hinder its importance in trade.

The overseas forces that Lin Wanwan most wants to develop include this area, which must be won.

It's best if you can buy power with money. If money doesn't work, then add a bigger stick.

The Han people in front of her were resistant to Lin Wanwan's empty talk, but no one could refuse the pearls and glass beads sprinkled in front of them.

Some people couldn't help but reach out to pick it up.

As soon as the first person takes action, there will be a second and third person who will follow suit.

Lin Wanwan's eyes were no longer on this group of people, but on the flash of oil paint deep in the forest. She raised her hand holding the pistol and fired.

"Bang!"

There was a loud noise followed by a scream. A dark-skinned man with a fur wrapped around his waist fell to the ground wailing with his legs in his hands. There were scattered arrow frames and bows and arrows around him, which scared the few who were picking up pearls and glass.

The beaded women jumped up.

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