In the port of Djibouti, Oberke excitedly ordered the bell to ring. Every arrival of Ming merchants would inevitably bring a wave of business opportunities. Even if they replenished the Ming merchants' ships with fresh water, they could make a small profit.
As for him, the tax collector, if he wants to make up for the dozens of Ming ships in front of him, and does business, he must not lose his own benefits no matter what.
As the bells rang in the Djibouti Port, people enjoying the cool moment looked towards the sea one after another, and soon noticed dozens of large ships on the sea heading towards the Djibouti Port.
Each ship is very large, like a giant ship, cutting through the waves, vaguely and menacingly, as if thousands of troops are unstoppable.
"Haha, it's the ship of the Ming Dynasty!"
"Get rich, get rich!"
When they saw the Ming Dynasty dragon flag hanging on the ship, the people in the harbor screamed with excitement.
Such a huge fleet must carry a large amount of cargo, and even docking here can bring a lot of business opportunities, not to mention that the people here have long been accustomed to robbing and blackmailing the king's merchant ships.
Soon, some people hurriedly left the port of Djibouti on horseback to contact bandits, pirates and the like. Others hurriedly came to the port terminal, preparing to warmly receive these Ming people and inquire about their whereabouts.
This is a big fat sheep, a super fat sheep.
A little thing leaked from the fingers of the Ming Dynasty people is enough to make them rich overnight. They don't ask for much. The Ming Dynasty people have always believed in spending money to eliminate disasters. As long as it is not excessive, the Ming Dynasty people will usually be willing to give it.
When the hotels, restaurants, restaurants, etc. in the Port of Djibouti received the news, they immediately had their best houses vacated, and prepared the best vegetables, fruits, meat, etc., just waiting for the arrival of the Ming Dynasty. By the way,
The price was also raised in a hurry.
People in the Ming Dynasty have money, and as long as they eat happily, they don't care about the price at all. Killing people in the Ming Dynasty has become a habit for everyone.
The entire Djibouti Port has become busy because of the upcoming huge Ming caravan, eagerly waiting for the arrival of Ming ships to bring them wealth and business opportunities.
“This is the Port of Djibouti?”
Mao Lun is holding a telescope and carefully observing the Djibouti Port in front of him.
Compared with the vast and neatly built ports of the Ming Dynasty, the Port of Djibouti in front of us is just a small fishing village. The small dock cannot accommodate a few large ships. The crowds of people seem to be doing nothing, very leisurely and comfortable.
"General, this is the Port of Djibouti~"
"Although the conditions seem to be very crude now, the natural conditions here are pretty good. After occupying this place and doing a little construction, we can build a good port."
Yang Zhen nodded solemnly. Jin Yiwei had already figured out the situation of Djibouti Port very clearly, and even figured out the water depth of the harbor. This is indeed a good natural harbor, but it fell into the hands of these Kunlun slaves.
, it seems a bit wasteful.
"No matter what, let's give them a good beating first and show them some color, otherwise even this big country will dare to provoke us Ming people."
"Go down with the order and prepare for the bombardment!"
Mao Lun nodded, thought about it and gave the order.
"yes!"
Yang Zhen gave a respectful military salute and immediately conveyed Mao Lun's order.
Soon, twenty warships lined up on the sea, their black guns aimed at the Djibouti Port.
"Boom~Boom~"
Accompanied by bursts of roaring sounds, billowing white smoke rose from the ship, and projectiles roared towards the Djibouti Port.
In the port of Djibouti, Oberke was still waiting eagerly for the Ming ships to dock, and then went up to collect taxes and blackmail these Ming people.
"Why don't the people of Ming Dynasty move forward?"
Oberke looked at the Ming ships parked on the sea and stopped moving forward, his mind filled with doubts.
"What is the Ming Dynasty going to do?"
Seeing twenty warships lined up on the sea, with rows of dark gun barrels sticking out, he suddenly felt an ominous premonition.
Then billowing white smoke rose from the sea, and soon there was a roar, and the whistling of artillery shells came from the sky.
"Not good~"
"The Ming people are attacking us!"
He was slightly dumbfounded, then shuddered and yelled.
"Boom~"
In the blink of an eye, artillery shells fell like rain on the Djibouti Port. The shells fell heavily and smashed the buildings with holes.
For a moment, the entire Djibouti Port fell into chaos. No one expected that the Ming people would actually attack them and bombard the Djibouti Port.
"Huh~"
The whistling sound of another round of artillery shells pierced the sky, and then landed heavily in the Djibouti Port.
In the streets and alleys of Djibouti Port, facing the roaring shells, everyone looked panicked and fled like headless flies. Some unlucky people were hit by the shells, and their flesh and blood flew everywhere, screaming.
Continuously.
In the blink of an eye, the whistling of artillery shells, the collapse of houses, the sound of people fleeing in panic, the miserable screams of unlucky ghosts... all kinds of sounds broke the tranquility of the morning, resounding through the clouds and piercing the sky.
"Why?"
"Why did the Ming people attack us?"
Oberke hid behind a thick stone wall and listened to the chaotic sounds of Djibouti Port. He really couldn't figure out why the Ming Dynasty wanted to attack him.
This terrifying artillery, like the wrath of the gods, spewed out projectiles wantonly destroying everything in Djibouti.
Such a terrifying artillery piece has never been seen before, it is really terrifying.
Wave after wave of densely packed large projectiles fell like rain in the Djibouti Port with incomparable precision, completely destroying all the large buildings that could be seen.
"They are taking revenge and deliberately venting their anger!"
Oberke looked at the twenty warships lined up on the sea, and soon seemed to understand something.
The bombardment lasted for a full hour, and the Djibouti Port, which was originally very dilapidated, turned into a waste. Countless people were crying and howling, and some people were digging desperately in the ruins, as if they wanted to crush them underneath.
Their relatives were dug out, and some people looked at everything in front of them with blank eyes. The familiar home suddenly turned into ruins.
The Ming Dynasty ships moored on the sea began to dock, and a row of Ming troops, fully armed and uniformly dressed, came out of one ship.
These Ming soldiers were wearing armor and helmets, holding muskets, carrying bows and arrows, and carrying sabers at their waists. They lined up neatly and quickly formed a team, and then quickly moved towards the Djibouti Port with neat steps.
Seeing these Ming people, some angry people held weapons in their hands and wanted to rush up to fight against the Ming people.
However, under the sound of gunshots like fried beans, in the blink of an eye, they turned into corpses and fell into a pool of blood.
It's as loud as steel, but also like a cold machine.
The Ming army quickly swept through the port of Djibouti, and all those who dared to resist were mercilessly killed.
People can only choose to surrender, choose to escape, and keep escaping from here, escaping from this hell-like place.
"I am the tax collector of the Adal Sultanate, and I want to see your chief!"
Oberke was driven out, and he loudly stated his identity. Daming's words were pretty good, thanks to his frequent contact with Daming people.
Soon, Oberke was brought to Mao Lun and Yang Zhen. He looked at the Ming generals in front of him, and then looked at the Ming dragon flags they raised. He could confirm that this was indeed the Ming army.
"My name is Oberke, and I am the tax collector of Djibouti Port appointed by the great Sultan. Why do you want to suddenly attack our port and kill our people?"
Oberke asked very loudly.
"Go back and tell your Sultan to send important ministers to talk to me. You are not qualified to talk to me yet."
Mao Lun looked at Oberke in front of him and said lightly.
After saying this, Mao Lun waved his hand, and someone immediately drove Oberk out.
The Ming army arrived at the port of Djibouti, killed everyone here, drove them out, and then began to move quickly.
Build watchtowers, set up tents, construct military camps, expand docks and ports, and at the same time begin to explore the surrounding area to find out the situation around the Djibouti Port, completely treat this place as your own territory, and start building military bases and military ports.
He didn't care at all whether the Adal Sultanate would send a large army or whether he would be unable to defeat the local natives.
"Well, it's indeed not bad, but the weather is too hot. I'm afraid we'll have to bask in the sun from now on."
Mao Lun rode a tall horse and patrolled around the Djibouti Port. After carefully examining everything around him, Mao Lun nodded slightly. The place was chosen well, but it was a little too hot.
"It's pretty good here. Both sides of the Red Sea are almost tropical deserts with few oases. There is a decent river in the Djibouti Port that brings fresh water. At least, there are still a lot of flowers, plants and trees here.
."
"You see, this area is closely connected to the river and is very flat. It can be used to grow wheat and corn in the future. In this way, the food needed by our garrison can be obtained locally, and there is no need to buy it from other places.
Bought."
"And this area is considered a good pasture. It can be used to graze cattle, sheep and horses. We have more than 20,000 troops stationed there, and we need to raise at least tens of thousands of horses."
Yang Zhen smiled and nodded, pointed at various places, and began to arrange the future use of these lands.
Compared with the military bases of the Ming Army distributed in other parts of the world, the conditions here are indeed a bit difficult. In other places, the Ming Army picked the best places to build military bases. Every military base has
A large number of supporting farms, pastures, etc.
