Chapter 1,521 If the Duke does not abandon him, he will be the adoptive father!
The European storm in 1495 was changing, and almost all the kings and grand dukes were focused on the Italian peninsula, at the center of this world of God.
The French army rushed south quickly and reached northern Italy and Rome in three months. Naples, which was reaching the French army, was already defeated at the attack of the vanguard of the army. The French velocity of the French cavalry, assisted with the artillery troops to attack the city, seemed to be
So powerful, no opponent can be found!
The young King Charles of the French King was full of energy and led the knights to form a formation, holding his head up into the unresisting Romagna, like a military parade that showed off. The authority of the Roman Catholic Church fell with a bang! Pope Alexander VI used greed and secular power to create this battle
The flames of war not only burned the Pope's divinity and reputation, but also had already exceeded the control of his power.
Faced with the rapid advance of the French army, the Sicilians fled, while the Venetians were shocked. They activated the most powerful "golden weapon" in fear and fear! The envoy of the city-state Republic began with debt letters and gold coins.
The "summoning" of forming an alliance. The two kings of Iberia who are in debt must be raised, the poor princes of Shenluo must be raised, and all mercenary groups in various places must be hired, the more the better. In the Venetians
In the powerful "spending money", a sacred alliance against France is quickly beginning to take shape!
In the Holy Roman Empire, Austrian Grand Duke Maximian also always paid attention to everything in the Italian war and showed his vigilance and hostility towards France. Of course, he was a wonderful knight monarch, who was better at blood than fighting wars.
Continuation. As the patriarch of the Habsburg family, he once again seized the opportunity given by God to marry Milan and Aragon at the same time, scattered the leaves of Europe, and wrote the legend of "lower body castle".
However, no matter how the situation in Italy develops, no matter how the long war recurs, there is an inevitable result that has been determined in advance: that is, as the center of the battlefield of cruel battles, the divided Italian states will inevitably become this war
The price!
As the Italian poets of this era described, the prosperity of the Renaissance came to an abrupt end, and the prosperity of the Italian states led the continental prosperity, which would be accompanied by the fall of the Roman Catholic Church and would never return.
“Quante calamità, quante ruine portate dalle armi straniere sulla terra che fu culla di civilization à e d'arte….How many disasters and destruction are foreign weapons, brought to this land that once was the cradle of civilization and art!…”
When Northern Italy, at more than 40 degrees north latitude, wars continued, and ships from coastal ports rushed forward and forth. On the other side of the world, the Hokkien Sea at the same latitude had already flown thousands of miles away.
From north to south, the ice wind in Siberia blows the frozen land, and the cold current of the Thousand Islands brings coldness along the coast. Shenhuatai Port on the south bank of Sakhalin Island has been completely frozen, and the same is true for Beiyuhanmeng on the north bank of the Essay. In the Essay, the Hsayay Port has been completely frozen.
In the west, the Beiyuhanbin tribe where three Hwa merchant ships docked is the end point where the northern waters can barely pass, and it is also the place where the Kingdom meets the envoys of the Tiantai Sect.
"Blessed by the Buddha! The frozen Sea of Escarpment, I thought the white mountains and rivers that were about to leave came again! In this world, it is really hard to end the world and hard to find the purest... The Golden Tribe of Escarpment and the Mountain Tare!
After wading through the muddy waters that are getting bigger and bigger, I finally stepped in~~”
Tiantai disciple Kiyoshi Morino sighed deeply, and the breeze blew his sighing face. Then, he wore a dark high-level monk robe, with Matsushita Xiangjiro who was following with his head down, and the nervous and uneasy monk from Mizuha, from a full load
The cargo ship boarded the coast of the Hokkien.
Yes, the identity he came here this time was no longer the rich merchant in Miwu, but the messenger of the Tiantai Sect's redemption. Interestingly, although he took off his merchant's clothes and put on the monk's robe, the holdings on his boat
The sword guards took off the robe and uniform of Tiantai monk soldiers and dressed as ronin warriors. Even the Tiantai Sect prayer flags on the ship were put away, just like ordinary merchant ships.
"Buddha! Is this the village of the Ekima? Well, this wooden fence and wooden house are indeed quite simple!..."
Kiyo Morino narrowed his eyes and looked at the village of Hanhamabe in the snow. The previous gold transactions were carried out in the harbor of Jirawa River to the south. It was indeed his first time to come to this big village of the Ekigawa.
Now that his appearance here means that the trading distance he had been carefully maintained with the Shanta Golden Tribe disappeared. He was involved in a deeper vortex and was entangled with the Shanta Golden Tribe...
"Haha! Sen, my friend, you finally came as promised! I have been waiting for you for several days... Is everything going well this trip north?"
Zouvaro walked enthusiastically from the village's long house in fur, spread his arms, and followed the main priest Luosanda, the samurai captain Tamicao, the vanguard captain Ahshan, the priest Ali, the priest Ryuzaoji family.
Hong, and the chief of the Hanbin tribe, Beiyu Hebin.
All the important leaders of the Kingdom in the West Sea appeared here. In the villages in the north, nearly two hundred kingdom warriors had been arranged in advance, but most of them did not show up. It can be said that the Kingdom attaches importance to this meeting.
The degree has reached the highest level!
"Yes! Zu, my friend, we meet again! This time we went north and everything went smoothly. We did not stop at Shengshan Pavilion, but went around from afar... When I said goodbye, I didn't expect that it would be like this.
See you soon! Your strong strength is amazing!..."
Kiyo Morino stood in the port, was hugged enthusiastically by Zuvaro, and shook his head with a smile.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! These "Mountain-shaped Golden Tribe" and "East Sea Gua Remnants" meet and embrace, with the obvious northern barbarian style, which really makes people feel like they are
In a dilemma. If the Golden Mountain Tatar clan wants to set up the Spoh family sign, the habit of hospitality should be changed carefully...
Thinking of this, Kiyoshi Morino sighed again, pointed to the two foreign ships moored at the port, and said with a wry smile.
"Ancestor! You really have hidden me so much trouble! The ship I had disappeared before was actually accompanied by the ship and the people, and you asked him to leave... You should know that the goods on this ship and
The craftsman, but I lost hundreds of kilograms of gold and was criticized by the sect again! And my old friend, Nobuhiro, the former head of the Oyzaki clan, also suffered heavy losses because of this missing foreign ship..."
"Haha! I'm so sorry! Sen, when he was hijacking the ship, didn't he know you yet?...Don't worry! We are friends, real friends! I will compensate you for the losses of this foreign ship!
…Come, come! Let’s sit in the long house and let’s drink together!”
Zuvaro laughed loudly, recognized the old account, and was about to use "money" to write off the past. Isn't it just a hundred kilograms of gold? The kingdom is not short of money, the only way to spend money! And now
This big businessman from Kinki is the most reliable way to spend money, and can turn useless "gold" into a real good thing!
"Zo! Don't rush to drink... I'm here this time, all three ships are filled with cargo as you ask. Two of them are 800 stone rice, and the other is 1,000 kilograms of gunpowder, plus 2,000 kilograms of gunpowder.
Salt!"
"Praise the Lord God! These eight hundred stones of rice and two thousand kilograms of salt are really timely! Well, only one thousand kilograms of gunpowder?"
"Yes! Salt and rice are easy to talk about, but it is not difficult to raise. But gunpowder is not easy to purchase and rarely circulate in the market. It is indeed expensive and troublesome... Even with the ability of rice houses, they can only raise so many in a hurry.
!In fact, once you buy too many of this thing, it will be very conspicuous. Not only will it be easily raised by people, but it will also be easily noticed by people..."
"In the current situation, there are only two ways to obtain gunpowder in a stable manner. One is to contact merchants from Sakai Port or Kyushu to get saltpeter from overseas. The other is to rely on the influence of our Tiantai Sect on the believers in the village and to bring down the Buddhist order.
Relying on tens of thousands of believers to collect nitro soil in each village and town... It's just such a big move. With my status in Tiantai Sect, it's not easy, and it's far less convenient than Juehui Monk's actions..."
Kiyo Morino stood there, and after a few words, he led the topic to the main business of this trip. He looked around, lowered his voice, and asked with a complicated expression.
"Zodiac, you have all handed over these three ships of cargo and the people on the ship to you... I wonder if Juehui Sengzheng is safe?"
"Haha! The Lord God blesses him, he is very good! He eats venison and fish soup in big mouthfuls. The more spicy he eats, the more he likes it. In the past few months, he has eaten several kilograms of spices by himself, and he always keeps eating them.
When he had enough food and drink, he meditated and recited scriptures with his eyes closed. He was not at all fussy, and he even gained weight... At present, he was meditating in a thatched hut in the village, and
I don’t know what you are coming!”
Speaking of this "big monk", Zuvaro's mouth raised, and he was a little impressed. He didn't admire anything else, but he admired the monk's kind of trouble no matter what he did, how bad he caused.
In the case of this, you can be clear about your thoughts and calm! As long as the knife is not placed on your neck, the other party will be completely like a "priest elder" style, eat, drink, and don't put anything in your heart
.
"Buddha! This guy Juehui actually ate venison, broke the meat precepts? He still smoked divine smoke? Uh... that strange divine smoke is indeed unforgettable..."
"Bastard, this damn bastard! He caused such a big disaster and broke five hundred monk soldiers at once, causing me to run around and couldn't sleep well every night. He wanted to wipe his butt... He was good enough! He also took prisoners as well.
It tastes good... What a bastard!"
Kiyo Morino was speechless for a moment, and hated her teeth. Zuvaro joked for a few words and returned to the main topic. He looked at the docked Herenda boat and spoke in a deep voice.
"Sen! As agreed, I will return this Priest Essence of Juehui to you. And what you are going to bring, those two noble seeds of the human clan, the descendants of the Spoh?"
"Xiang Erlang! You get on the boat yourself and invite Young Master Rongdong and Yue Ji! And those Spo's retainers are also 'invited' and handed over to the hands of the Shantar Warrior!"
"Hi Yi!"
Panasonic Sonata bowed deeply, his expression was extremely solemn, and his body trembled slightly. He knew what he was about to do was related to the continuation and change of the noble martial arts family. What a "big thing"! His steps were almost stiff, as if
Like a wooden man, he got on the boat one after another.
After a while, with the chaotic and angry voices of the Spo's retainers, the two young girls in the costumes of nobles, led by Xiang Erlang, accompanied by the "merchant ship warrior", walked slowly uneasyly.
Come.
The boy walking in front was bloodless, holding something like a wooden sign in his hands and clenched his fingers tightly. The girl walking behind was wearing plain sleeves and hugging a long and narrow wooden box tightly, just like
Holding her last support, she half lowered her head, only half of her snow-white face, staring at the thick-soled wooden shoes under her feet in fear, and her white socks were stained with powder snow.
"The Lord God blessed me, and I am indeed the tea-making boy! Spo Rongdong... Hum? What is the wooden sign in his arms? Have you written so many words?"
Zuvaro's eyes flashed and he carefully read the clan card in Spo Rongdong's hand. He could barely understand most of the Chinese characters above, but he didn't quite understand the meaning.
"Five subordinates, Daisuke Zhongfu, Yufei, Captain Saemon, Ohashima, ancestor of the Spoh family... Ashikaga, a 'two' pattern was also drawn next to it?"
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Oh! Is this the god of ancestors dedicated to the ancestors? Ashikaga? Ashikaga! This name is so familiar... By the way! So what about the Shogunate Grand Tratoani, it seems that her surname is also
'Ashikaga'?..."
Zuvaro thoughtful and pondered silently. Spo Rongdong looked pale, looked at the terriblely simple village of Ekima, and then looked at the tall and barbaric mountain samurai warriors, and their bodies trembled lightly.
This was like a nightmare! The young boy, full of hope of reviving his family, boarded the fleet of Tiantai Sect and went to the desolate Hokkien land to explore. As a result, what he arrived with full of longing was not the rumor.
The barren but open-minded land" is a "really wilderness of the Escarpment village". What greeted him was not "Oyzaki Takeda, who respected the leadership and married each other", but "really wild and cruel mountain tar
”!
"Compassionate Buddha! Rongdong, I know you blame me in your heart and bring you to such a wild northern land of Essay... But as the last bloodline entrusted by Yilian Gong to Tiantai Sect, you need to cheer up like a real warrior!
Since you are a samurai, how can you not bear these difficulties and hardships? Echizen's family is all on your shoulders and Yokohime's shoulders!..."
In the snow and snow of the Hokkien, at the port of the village, Kiyoshi Morino looked sad and sincere, comforting the boy's heart. He pressed the boy's shoulder hard and looked at the other party's cowardly eyes, like a truly generous person.
The elder said seriously.
"Blessed by Buddha! The sect sent you to the Hokkien land and asked the shogunate for you to seek the position of guardianship of the Hokkien. It is so kind and righteous... And I handed you over to the Golden Clan for your Spoh clan. It is for you
Continuing and reviving have found the only and best path!”
"Rongdong! The Oyzaki clan is only a few thousand stones, two or three hundred samurai, barely gaining a foothold with people and earth. How can their power be comparable to the powerful and wealthy Golden Clan? The Golden Clan not only has thousands of armored warriors, but also cavalrymen.
Hundreds, and there is a wealth of gold full of ships and warehouses! Such powerful power is almost the same as the 100,000 stone daimyo! With the last remnants of the Spob family at this moment, there are only a dozen followers.
What's the better choice?..."
"What's more, the powerful mountain tare golden clan is willing to support the Spoh clan! As long as you marry Yue Ji and the Golden Clan, follow the arrangements of the Golden Chief... As long as the bloodline is integrated together, the brand new Spoh clan will be in the shrimp.
Yi Judi is reborn! And the power of the mountain stalks and the Ekima people will also bring the Spohs, with infinite possible hope, and one day, they will even regain your guardian territory in Echizen!”
"Rongdong, you must remember my words and think about them repeatedly. Now, the thing you should do the most is... Come! To my best friend, to your adoptive father, to the noble golden chief Zuvaro
, do the etiquette of paying homage to the adopted son! …”