"Are you sure?" After a few breaths, Han Du still didn't believe what the personal guard said, so he confirmed again.
The guard nodded heavily and said: "It's absolutely true. The soldiers of the Governor's Mansion have been assembled and are ready to go to suppress it."
Han Du's expression darkened and he immediately said: "Quickly, send someone to protect His Highness. We must not let anything happen to His Highness."
Han Du will not take care of the Javanese troubles for the time being. But no matter what, Zhu Biao's safety comes first, and Han Du must ensure that nothing happens to Zhu Biao.
"Don't worry, Lord Marquis, His Highness the Crown Prince has assembled his troops to take precautions. His Highness is worried about the safety of Lord Marquis, so he specially sent the general to remind Lord Marquis and ask him to join His Highness as soon as possible," the personal guard explained.
Only then did Han Du come back to his senses, and after a moment's thought, he understood. I'm afraid the horn sound had sounded a long time ago, and he had just heard it because he was sleeping too deeply.
"Okay, let's go there now." Han Du nodded and waved to the guards to leave quickly.
Following the guards to the outside of the Governor's Mansion, one could see Zhu Biao being guarded in the center by the guards.
Seeing Han Du coming out, Zhu Biao waved to him and shouted to Han Du: "Han Du, come here quickly."
Han Du stepped forward, and the pro-army troops opened a passage less than two feet wide, allowing Han Du to enter, but blocked Han Du's personal guards from outside. These pro-army troops were like this. When they were in the capital, they would only
They obey the emperor's orders, and here they will only obey Zhu Biao's orders.
Since the prince's order was to let Han Du pass, but not Han Du's personal guards, they would never let his personal guards get even closer.
Han Du came to Zhu Biao, bowed and said in greeting: "I pay my respects to His Highness the Crown Prince."
Zhu Biao smiled and waved his hand and said, "With the relationship between Yigu and you, do you still need to be so polite?"
"Your Highness, the courtesy of a monarch and his ministers cannot be abolished." Han Du just raised his head and said lightly, but bowed respectfully and waited for Zhu Biao's order.
Although Han Du is Zhu Biao's uncle, Zhu Biao is also Han Du's uncle. Han Du thinks it is better to divide the relationship with the courtesy of a monarch and his ministers.
"Get up." Seeing that Han Du insisted on doing this, Zhu Biao could only shake his head and sigh with a smile: "Well, I don't know what's wrong with you. Sometimes, you don't pay attention to the rules of etiquette at all.
But sometimes, you insist on being polite and obedient at all times. There is really nothing I can do against you."
Han Du turned to look outside the Governor's Mansion, avoiding Zhu Biao's question, and turned to look outside. He saw He Rong standing in front with his soldiers, forming a formation to be on guard for something.
"Your Highness, didn't you say that the Javanese were causing trouble? Why didn't you see it?" Han Du turned around and asked Zhu Biao doubtfully.
Zhu
Biao shook his head slightly, obviously he didn't know what was going on, "I just came here after hearing the news. But He Rong is leading the troops in front, so let's just watch slowly."
Han Du hesitated for a moment and asked: "Your Highness, the situation is unclear. Should we retreat to the mansion first?"
The courtyard of the Governor's Mansion is deep and has high walls, so it can be used as a temporary fortress. According to Han Du's idea, it would be safer for Zhu Biao, a rich man, to retreat to the Governor's Mansion.
Zhu Biao waved his hand and said disapprovingly: "No, if there is danger, He Rong will not let him wait here alone. The situation is unknown, and we can just take this opportunity to see what the Javanese is doing."
Since this was what Zhu Biao meant, Han Du no longer tried to persuade him. After all, He Rong could easily suppress the Javanese in the past, so there was no reason why he would not be able to defeat the Javanese now.
Moreover, Zhu Biao is not without the ability to protect himself. The combat power of a thousand pro-army troops will definitely exceed the troops of the entire Governor's Mansion. Besides, there is also a navy resting in the port.
Just as Han Du and Zhu Biao were looking forward quietly, the island's unique low jungle suddenly began to shake. Then came a dense group of people, shouting and charging towards He Rong's soldiers from the dense forest.
These people were short in stature, thin in stature, and had dark skin. Their skin was covered with dense sweat as they ran, reflecting a layer of sunlight.
These Javanese were numerous in number. If we only looked at the number of people, they would be several times more numerous than the soldiers led by He Rong. But the weapons they held in their hands were fine, if those things could still be called weapons.
Looking around, Han Du only saw that the Javanese were holding wooden sticks, long sticks and the like, and the only iron weapon was a hoe.
This is simply not even a mob, it's just a fight.
Han Du shook his head, completely relieved. Such Javanese people were not even the slightest threat. It was a shame that he wanted Zhu Biao to retreat. He really looked down upon the Javanese people.
He Rong didn't take these troublemaking Javanese seriously at all. When he saw them rushing over, he waved his hand and immediately gave the order: "You are very courageous if you dare to make trouble. I will beat them hard and knock them all unconscious."
Caught on the continent to mine."
The soldiers immediately held a shield in one hand and drew out the wooden stick they had prepared long ago with the other hand. They didn't even use the steel knife at their waists, and just rushed forward and beat the Javanese head and face.
The soldiers are generally a bit taller than the Javanese, and they wave their wooden sticks in a condescending manner.
The sticks came unstoppably. Like whack-a-mole, the sticks hit the Javanese's heads one after another, making them dizzy and starry-eyed.
As for the resistance of the Javanese, their wooden clubs hitting the steel shields of the soldiers had no effect except making a sound.
It was a completely one-sided battle, and the fu soldiers gained an absolute advantage. It didn't take long before most of the Javanese were knocked to the ground. The few remaining people saw that they were no match for the fu soldiers, so they turned around and rushed away.
scattered.
He Rong was too lazy to send troops to chase those who escaped. He ordered his soldiers to tie up the Javanese people who were beaten to the ground and curled up and wailing, and prepared to find time to send these people to the continent to dig gold mines.
He Rong himself quickly came to Zhu Biao, bowed and said: "I have disturbed His Highness, please forgive me."
Zhu Biao waved his hand lightly to relieve him of self-blame, and then asked in confusion: "Is this a Javanese rebellion?"
The scene just now was too childish. How could it be considered a rebellion? Not even a riot.
Of course, He Rong knew what His Highness the Crown Prince was puzzled about. He nodded and replied with a dumbfounded look, "That's it. I don't know what the fuss is about."
Zhu Biao nodded secretly. Indeed, these Javanese people don't even have a decent knife. I really don't know what they are doing. Fortunately, He Rong is not a murderous person. If he encounters a murderous general, just like this
The scene must have been a river of blood.
Seeing that the overall situation had been decided, Zhu Biao was also curious and stepped forward to take a good look at what these Javanese people looked like. He stepped forward and saw these Javanese people. After being beaten, they did not dare to make any mistakes anymore.
They let the government soldiers tie them up, and they did not look as ferocious as they had just when they rushed towards the government soldiers with wooden sticks. Many of them were beaten until their faces were covered in blood, and they were so frightened when they saw the government soldiers coming that they could not help but tremble all over.
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Han Du was speechless. He really couldn't figure out where the courage they had now came from.
Zhu Biao saw that among the soldiers, some had wounds on their exposed areas, and couldn't help but ask: "Why are there still people injured?"
He Rong hurriedly stepped forward and explained: "Back to Your Highness, some of their injuries were caused when they suppressed the Javanese. After all, there are too many Javanese, and it is impossible to completely defend against a stick without eyes. And some are
Those who were violently attacked and injured by the Javanese sometimes needed government soldiers to drive the Javanese to work, and there were also cases of surprise attacks."
Zhu Biao heard the sound and looked around. Indeed, many soldiers were injured, and some of them were seriously injured. He saw with his own eyes that a soldier had a hideous scar on his arm.
He turned around and asked He Rong: "Since he
They are injured, so why not let them return to the Ming Dynasty and replace them with a new batch of soldiers?"
He Rong quickly bowed and explained: "Your Highness, it's not that I don't want the injured soldiers to go back, it's that they themselves don't want to go back."
"Why is this?" Zhu Biao was greatly puzzled. Those who can survive minor injuries are considered elite soldiers. But just now Zhu Biao clearly saw that some soldiers were seriously injured, and they were still unwilling to retreat.
People who go down are extremely rare.
"Did your Highness see this?" He Rong had no choice but to raise his chin, gesture to the soldiers, and said: "They didn't catch a Javanese, which is a reward for them. Every soldier can get almost every year because of this.
And earning hundreds of guan, some people can even earn hundreds of guan. With such huge benefits, no soldier is willing to leave just now. If they don't have to leave after staying for five years, if they are allowed to choose by themselves, Chen Du
I don’t think anyone would be willing to leave here and return to Ming Dynasty.”
Zhu Biao followed He Rong's gaze and glanced back. He hadn't noticed it just now, but now he looked over and saw that every soldier had a smile on his face when he caught a Javanese. They had no respect for the Javanese who had hurt them.
Not only did the person not have the slightest hatred, but his eyes were full of enthusiasm, and that look was exactly the same as the enthusiasm when he saw the silver.
Zhu Biao shook his head helplessly. In this case, he was too lazy to take care of these soldiers. He looked back at He Rong and asked, "Can you give so much money to reward them?"
When He Rong heard this, he puffed up his chest quite proudly and said proudly: "Although the Javanese people here make troubles from time to time, when it comes to money, there is really no shortage of it."
Tang Ding and Han Du listened on the sidelines and couldn't help but nod secretly. They had been to Java more than once, so they naturally knew something about the situation. Only Zhu Biao, who had just arrived, would not be unclear.
However, Han Du and the other two did not bother He Rong to explain to Zhu Biao. After all, such opportunities were rare for He Rong.
"Your Highness, although Java does not produce food, it does produce spices. And these spices do not require effort to grow. They are naturally grown on the mountains and grow all over the mountains. All you have to do is let him pick them. I have no choice but to drive you.
Besides growing food, the most important thing the Javanese do is to drive them to pick spices.”
The price of spices is higher than that of gold, and with rich spice production, He Rong will not be so poor. Zhu Biao nodded clearly, accepting his statement.
He Rong said with unfinished meaning: "And your Highness, didn't I say that these Javanese people should be tied to the continent to mine? There is a huge gold mine on the continent, and a lot of gold can be dug out every year. I will
Think of it as spending money to buy slaves to mine, and you can’t lose money.”