Volume 3: Confrontation! The Run of Civilization Chapter 524 Indian Female Warrior
“Beep~beep~beep~beep~”
In the winter harbor, although the wind was biting cold, countless dock workers were cheering each other up with various slogans, and then using various tools to move various cargo boxes of different specifications and weights to several cargo ships docked at the dock. The busy work scene completely overwhelmed the raging cold wind, and the atmosphere of the entire dock was very warm.
In this noisy and chaotic environment, a young man with a slightly darker complexion than the average Ming people picked up a guitar, plucked it a few times, and then began to play it vigorously. A woman with a slightly lighter complexion than the average Ming woman also took an instrument made up of more than a dozen pipes of varying lengths and played with the man.
The sound of the guitar is very loud, and because the player's rhythm is very fast and the plucking is very powerful, it seems extremely high-pitched and passionate.
In comparison, the sound of the instrument in the woman's hand is very small and the tone is very simple, which is obviously inferior to the guitar. However, no matter how crazy the guitar is, the instrument in the woman's hand always stubbornly makes its own sound and never tolerates the guitar covering itself completely...
One side tried to completely wipe out the other side, while the other side stubbornly resisted and even fought back occasionally. Soon, the busy workers around them gradually stopped singing and turned their attention to the man and woman.
"Hahaha, wonderful, wonderful."
Just when the workers were about to stop working, a round of applause suddenly broke out, and a man wearing a traditional Ming dynasty robe stepped out from the crowd and said, "Girl, is the instrument in your hand a panpipe?"
The woman, whose facial features were similar to those of a traditional Ming Dynasty woman, but whose hair was light blonde and whose skin was slightly darker, stopped playing. She turned around and gently shook her long, beautiful hair. “Panpipe? I think that’s what you Ming Dynasty women call it, but we Indians call it Rondador.”
"I see." The man in Hanfu took a few steps closer and stopped about one meter away from the other party. "Zhu Shengmiao, the owner of Ming Shengrisheng Shipping Company. This time you two returned to America, and my cargo ship took over the mission of the court."
"Tiya Waman Chaska, you can call me Tiya. This is my compatriot, Liuko."
"I've heard a lot about you."
Zhu Shengmiao's words are not empty words: in recent years, he has decisively devoted himself to shipping, just in time for the economic leap of the Ming Dynasty. The great abundance of products naturally brings about an increase in demand for logistics. When the railway is still extremely limited, shipping naturally becomes people's first choice. More than three years ago, after the Ming Dynasty began to provide annual aid to the Ottoman Empire, on the one hand, the government requisitioned too much shipping capacity, and on the other hand, the continuous development of the economy has led to a continued increase in the demand for cargo ships among the people. Combined with the two, the transportation costs of freight ships have been rising. At this point, Zhu Shengmiao, who had long been involved in this industry, has completely made a fortune - by 1625, his Sheng Risheng Shipping already had five 1,500-ton cargo ships, thirty 600-ton cargo ships, and hundreds of various cargo ships under 100 tons running inland shipping. He is a true shipping tycoon.
As a benchmark for the new policy of the royal family that Zhu Youdong intended to set up, generally speaking, as long as Zhu Shengmiao and Zhu Yunkeng, father and son, did not commit suicide, they would not go bankrupt. However, to achieve such a scale, it can only be said that this person's vision and ability are really strong. As a result, Zhu Shengmiao also won the favor of Zhu Youdong: starting from last year, when he went to the palace, it was not Wang Chengen who met him, but Zhu Youdong himself.
Therefore, he naturally received the task of sending Diya and the others back to America. Since it was something Zhu Youdong personally instructed, he decided after discussing it with his father at home: This time, the boss will personally escort the goods!
"You two, this is the list for this voyage. First of all, the ships. Our company has emptied out all its resources this time. Five 1,500-ton sea vessels are all dispatched, and the military has also equipped them with five 600-ton second-class warships. Therefore, the fleet going out to sea this time has a total of ten ships.
The military warships are only responsible for the escort mission, so let's not talk about them. Let's talk about our five cargo ships. In addition to my guys, there are 220 volunteers on board. The source of the soldiers is mainly from Japan. Isn't their former general Tokugawa Yoshinao? Although he abandoned his people and fled overseas. But there are still many loyal people who miss him, so this time, they all volunteered to go together. "
"Um, Boss Zhu?"
"Do you have any questions?"
"We have been in Daming for five years and have only learned Chinese, not Japanese. How can we communicate with them?"
"It's okay. The leaders of their team are all former high-ranking warriors who have lost their lands in recent years. Therefore, they all understand Chinese and know Chinese characters, so there is no problem in daily communication. As for whether you can make them submit to you during the voyage, that is not my business."
After seeing Zhu Shengmiao say this with a smile on his face, Diya looked at Zhu Shengmiao firmly: "As long as we can communicate, I will convince them."
"Oh, look at my memory. Well, when Miss Diya was studying at my two military academies in Daming, she was always at the top in terms of combat, shooting, sailing, and artillery. She was well-known for her versatility."
"It seems that Boss Zhu made a lot of preparations before boarding the ship this time."
"Of course, this is an unprecedented voyage. I am risking my life on it, so I must understand every aspect of the mission in advance."
After saying this seriously, Zhu Shengmiao said, "In addition to more than 200 volunteers, as well as rice, flour, vegetables, and water, the most important thing on the ship is weapons. Three thousand Apocalypse 1 rifles, five hundred pistols, and ten thousand grenades. In addition, there are ten light machine guns and two heavy machine guns. And 50 million rounds of various bullets."
"Boss Zhu, why don't you have any cannons?"
"Cannon?" Zhu Shengmiao was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing: "Ms. Diya, the cannon is too heavy , and the shells are even more difficult to transport. Besides, based on my understanding of your mission, you will probably focus on guerrilla warfare in the first few years after you return. Forget about offensive warfare, large-scale frontal decisive battles, etc."
Your emperor told me the same thing.
After hearing Zhu Shengmiao's slightly sarcastic words, Diya couldn't help but think of the meeting with Zhu Youdong more than half a month ago.
He was a young man who was about 1.80 meters tall, with two light mustaches on his upper lip. He looked very thin and had a pair of dark circles under his eyes, but his eyes were bright and even intimidating.
He was very frank. He first spent more than half an hour patiently explaining to the two of them the current overall world situation. After a series of analysis, he pointed out that if they went back now, Spain's power in the Americas would be at its weakest: not only could it not send strong troops to support, but it would also have to increase its bloodsucking of the colonies to cope with the brutal total war.
Therefore, it would be easiest to accomplish things if we go back at this time.
The emperor also explained frankly: sending them back would benefit the Ming Dynasty, so the Ming Dynasty would provide investment in the early stage. If they made achievements, there would be follow-up investment. However, if they did not make any achievements, they would not be able to expect follow-up support.
Zhu Shengmiao's words today made Diya feel that everyone in the Ming Dynasty actually had the same opinion about her and Liu Ke - they were the chess pieces of the Ming Dynasty. If they played a good role, we would cherish them. If they didn't play a big role, it wouldn't be a pity to lose them.
"I will ask the Ming Dynasty to quickly deliver cannons to us. I think this process will not take more than three years."
"Hahaha, Miss Tia has great ambitions. I'll wait and see!"
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On February 18, 1625, Zhu Shengmiao's fleet set off from Binhai Port.
At night, the inky blue sea was boundless, and amid the sound of waves going back and forth, the sound of panpipes rang out again at the bow of the boat.
"Tia, you're not asleep yet?"
"Liu Ke, how can I sleep? This time may be the only chance for us Indians to regain our independence and our original dignity. Facing such a heavy responsibility, I feel terrified."
"Do you know why I am willing to take you as my leader?"
"Why?"
"In addition to your own all-round talents, the most important thing is that you always keep calm. You are right, this is the only chance. The Ming Dynasty has many domestic problems now and is not ready to enter the war. If we wait until the Ming Dynasty is defeated, especially after the victory over Spain, if we have not established a decent country by then, we Indians will probably never have a chance."
"Heh... Liu Ke, do you think we will succeed?"
"Of course, because the Spanish are completely unpopular. As long as we can show a little bit of strength, countless Indians will respond to us. This is what the Ming people say, 'the righteous will have many supporters, while the unrighteous will have few.'"
"Yes." Tia tucked her light golden hair. "Even a European-Indian hybrid like me considers myself an Indian deep down in my heart. This shows how unpopular the Spanish are in America. We can definitely achieve our goal!"
