From a son-in-law to a favorite of the empress

Chapter 897

September 14th, cloudy, strong wind, Chonglongsha Nan, all bad things.

It was just dawn, and the fish belly could be seen faintly in the east, but the strong wind was blowing all the time. The sky was like a dark iron curtain, covering the whole world.

The sea water was black, and the specific shape could not be seen clearly. Only the sharp edges and corners rising at the end of the sea could be seen.

Nie Zairong put on the general's uniform. As the temporary admiral of the Fujian-Guangdong Navy, he knew what kind of responsibility he shouldered and felt deep pressure.

Even if he reviewed the plan many times and thought about every step clearly, he was really unsure in his heart.

Because this time he was facing the Netherlands, the most powerful navy in the world, a terrible monster with seven battleships and four cruisers.

Even in a few days, they might have one more cruiser and one more battleship.

Because the Chaozhou merchants' fleet had no guns and could not resist the impact of the battleships at all, they might soon come back with a full ship of gold and silver.

"Did the Marshal really not make a plan?"

Nie Zairong was feeling a little heavy, and said worriedly: "The Chaozhou merchant fleet is carrying the wealth accumulated by Fujian and Guangdong provinces for a long time. This money is too important."

Guan Lu seemed very relaxed. He just smiled and said: "General Nie, worrying about others will lead to confusion. Doing your own job well is the greatest help to the Marshal."

"As for the plan, as for the record, and many ideas and emergency measures about the direction of the war, the Marshal may have already made arrangements."

"Follow the order, focus on fighting, and you will definitely see the results."

Seeing his calm expression, Nie Zairong felt much more relieved.

He nodded heavily and strode towards the front of the deck.

At this moment, the sky was brighter.

He stood beside the big drum, picked up the huge drumstick steadily, and held it tightly.

He seemed to hold the fate of Dajin, the lives of countless people, and the direction of the world pattern.

At this moment, countless images emerged in his mind, including General Ding Yuan's sacrifice, the shocking collision of the Hengyong ship, and the endless fire burning in Hezhou...

Continue to move forward, that was the shame suffered by the people in Fujian and Guangdong, that was the countless wailing and crying, and the first Guangdong Sea War, the collapsed and broken wooden boats, and the bodies floating on the sea.

The drumstick became heavier.

But his hands held tighter!

"Ah!"

Nie Zairong used all his strength to smash the drumstick down and beat the giant drum.

The drum sounded heavy and solemn, like a huge bell, like the roar of a dragon in the sea, and spread throughout the sea.

So, the Hengpan ship, Hengfeng ship, Hengshi ship, Hengli ship, Zizun ship, Confidence ship, Zili ship, Ziqiang ship... all sounded drums!

Every time the drumstick was smashed, a loud noise broke out.

Every loud noise was responded by countless loud noises.

With each loud noise, the darkness will disappear and the sky will become brighter.

The world is being awakened by them!

Dawn has passed, and the sky and the earth are clear.

"Send flags! Attack the Dutch! Launch a general attack!"

Nie Zairong used all his strength and roared: "Revenge for the Hengyong ship! Revenge for the dead comrades! Take back the sea and dignity that belong to us!"

The wind is howling! The battle flag is flying!

The nine warships of Dajin all headed towards Fort Zeelandia.

The wind was too strong, the waves were too big, but they came from behind them, pushing them forward.

They are upwind! No one can stop them!

The Fujian-Guangdong Navy, like engulfed in strong winds and huge waves, swept across the world and attacked the Dutch.

At this moment, the Dutch also blew their horns. Seven battleships and four cruisers were scattered in three directions, like a pocket formation, waiting for the Fujian-Guangdong Navy to attack.

"Go in! Fight them!"

Nie Zairong roared, and the blood in his body became hot.

Not only him, at this moment, including Chu Feifan, the blood of everyone became hot.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang that shook the earth and the first roar of the Portuguese cannon, the war finally broke out!

...

Pile the soil together, tamp it into a square, and add stairs to form a high platform.

On the high platform, Zhou Yuan looked at the more than 30,000 people present, and his heart was filled with emotion for a while.

Most of them were Han people. They migrated here for various reasons, took root, and multiplied.

The arrival of the Dutch broke their peaceful life. They endured everything, including massacre, oppression, slavery, brainwashing...

But due to the decline of the dynasty and various shackles, the Jin Dynasty, which had always called them its subjects, did not care about their lives.

Until now, thirty-seven years have passed, and heThey became docile, honest, and even numb.

Can they be blamed for this?

At this moment, Zhou Yuan really didn't blame them.

He just looked at these people, used up his internal strength, and shouted: "I am the Grand Marshal of the Great Jin Army, I am the King of Zhongwu, I went south to revive the Fujian and Guangdong Navy, defeated the Portuguese, annihilated the island pirates, and stabilized the situation in the South China Sea."

"Some people say that in just a few months, such extraordinary results have been achieved, and we should stop fighting and recuperate."

"As Lucas said, peaceful coexistence and making money together are good for everyone."

Speaking of this, Zhou Yuan paused for a moment, looking at the strange and confused faces, and he gave them a buffer time.

Then he shouted: "I only asked one question at the time-are the people of Dongfan Island living well!"

There was a noisy sound below, and countless people looked at each other, looking at each other, not knowing what they were talking about.

Zhou Yuan shouted, "They came across the ocean, landed on this island, slaughtered you like pigs and dogs, and dyed the entire dock red with blood. Is this good?"

"They pointed guns at your heads and knives at your necks, making you farm, graze, hunt, and work for them like slaves, squeezing your sweat dry. Is this good?"

"They beat you, oppressed you, and raped your wives and daughters. Is this good?"

"They used so-called civilization to destroy your thoughts, so that your descendants did not know loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, and righteousness, but believed in their evil gods. Is this good?"

Zhou Yuan suddenly shouted, "Ask yourself! Recall everything in these years! Have you lived well!"

The voice was deafening, suppressing all the noise of discussion, making everyone focus, looking at Zhou Yuan quietly, and their eyes became sharper.

Pre-war mobilization is a very important thing, which can change the appearance and quality of the army to a certain extent.

The temporary army of the people in front of him was the one that needed to be encouraged the most, so Zhou Yuan said so much.

He looked at the people below and roared: "I could have enjoyed my life at home, I could have lived a luxurious life in the most luxurious mansion."

"I could have not come here, because it is poor, dirty, rotten and broken here!"

"But I can't not come!"

He panted and said: "Because we are a family! We have been a family for thousands of years! Even if we are a little estranged...it is our own business!"

"Outsiders have broken in and bullied my family, how can I not come? Not only will I come! I will also kill them all!"

Some people have raised their weapons, they held scimitars, and the veins on the back of their hands were exposed.

They looked at Zhou Yuan with red eyes.

Tens of thousands of people, no one spoke, only heavy breathing.

Zhou Yuan roared: "We are one family! We should live the same life!"

"I don't want this place to continue to be poor! I don't want to see dirt and shabby here!"

"I want you all to have enough food! Wear warm clothes! Never be bullied again!"

"I want every drop of sweat from your hard work to be turned into food and gold and silver for you and your family to enjoy!"

"I'm here! I want to take back everything that belongs to you!"

The people around him had already roared.

Zhou Yuan raised the knife in his hand and shouted: "You may have conflicts! There are obstacles that you can't get over! But now you are all comrades-in-arms! You are heroes who protect this land!"

"The bravery of each of your villages! Is seen by other villages!"

"Now! Follow me! Go take back everything that belongs to you!"

"Kill!"

The wind howled!

Everyone was roaring!

"Kill!"

The blood of 30,000 people was finally ignited.

They rushed madly towards Chikan City and the tower built of huge stones.