Become a feudal king from today - #916 - Chapter 928: Local accent

“My mother, who did the Folanji people offend? Why are so many warships coming? This posture is to attack Bambu.”

At Bambu Port, a 20-year-old skinny young man stood blankly on the dock carrying a sack of spices.

He had been immersed in work. When the alarm bell rang and everyone pointed at the sea, he looked over and was immediately frightened.

“It must be from other Western countries. Do you still need to ask?” There was a stout man of the same age beside the young man.

Compared with the indifference of the thin young man, there was unconcealable fear in his eyes, “Don’t be stunned, run quickly. No matter which Western country it is, if they capture this place, they will definitely burn, kill and loot, especially us.”

The thin young man suddenly came back to his senses. He turned his head and found that both the Luzon natives and overseas Chinese like them were running away in panic on the dock.

The Frenchman who managed the port even climbed onto the carriage, not even asking for his own vest.

The one hundred Franco soldiers who usually guarded Banbu and ran rampant did not go to the port after sounding the alarm, but fled in the opposite direction.

These Folangji soldiers are not stupid.

How could a mere 100 people resist such a huge fleet?

“No, why is the word “Da Song” hanging on this battleship?” The thin young man was about to follow the stout young man to escape, but he was suddenly stunned.

As the battleship gets closer, the flag on the battleship becomes clearer.

“This is Da Song’s fleet.” The thin young man suddenly shouted.

The stout young man ran about ten meters, then immediately retracted his steps and looked towards the sea.

Then, he was stunned.

For those who have been resisting cargo at the port for many years, they know the situation overseas better than others.

After all, businessmen from overseas always bring some interesting stories.

Among them, the hottest topic among businessmen during this period was about Da Song, about a man named King Yan.

However, if they are natives of Luzon, they will naturally have little interest in Da Song’s anecdotes.

But they are different, because the blood of Dashong people flows in their bones.

His parents were both fishermen who couldn’t survive in Dasong Haizhou. They fled here twenty years ago and gave birth to him again.

It was only after he came here that his parents understood.

They just went from the hell created by the powerful people to another hell.

For the past twenty years, he and his parents had lived an inhuman life.

Like other overseas pilgrims who forced Bambu, the Folangji people forced their parents to go into the rainforest to the west of Bambu to collect spices.

They were given only a piece of stinky black bread every day.

If they did not collect enough, they would be beaten severely when they returned and even the black bread would be gone.

In such a harsh environment, his parents barely managed to feed him.

When he reached the age of fourteen, he was sent to the port to carry cargo for six years.

In addition to the oppression of the Francois, they were also bullied by the Luzon natives.

At the port, he was beaten many times by the Luzon natives simply because they were in a bad mood.

The Franconian managers at the port acquiesced in bullying them and never asked questions.

It is in this incompatible environment.

Whenever he dreams back at midnight, he will think of the great songs about his parents’ life.

There was a strong urge to return to this hometown that truly belonged to him.

But he knew very well that he had no money and couldn’t sail a boat, so he couldn’t escape from here at all.

What’s more, there are powerful and wealthy families that his parents said are like wild beasts.

But now, the merchants say that King Yan has eliminated the powerful and wealthy families.

Dasong is different from before.

“So what? Who knows what they are doing here? It’s better to hide first.” The sturdy young man was stunned for a while and ran away again.

The thin young man thought it made sense, so he ran away as well.

But he looked back from time to time, and there seemed to be light in his eyes.

at the same time.

The Marines were getting closer to the port.

In less than a minute, their boat arrived at the shore.

Two hundred Marines quickly entered the port from the east and west and occupied it.

Immediately, warships docked at Bambu Port one after another, and troop transport ships also arrived at the shore.

At this time, more Marines disembarked from the troop transport.

They crossed the port, entered the city of Bambu, and controlled the streets and alleys of Bambu.

“It’s really boring. I thought there was going to be a fight, but I didn’t expect that all the Fo Lang soldiers would run away.”

Zhou Yi, Song Xiang, Pan Chang and other generals also disembarked from the battleship.

After occupying Bambu extremely smoothly, Chang Pan couldn’t help but complain.

When Song Xiang heard this, he smiled and said, “You don’t call it fighting, you call it bullying.”

After saying that, the two laughed.

There was a smile on Zhou Yi’s lips, and he said: “If you keep talking nonsense later, immediately find Bambu’s overseas singers and gather them at the port. We will restore order to Bambu.”

Then he added, “Our order.”

Pan Chang said yes and immediately ordered the soldiers to knock on the door from door to door.

Although many managers in Bambu ran away with the Franji people.

But most people choose to stay, for most indigenous people.

It doesn’t matter who rules them, and for those overseas, there is no need to flee Bambu.

Because everywhere, their fate is the same miserable.

However, when they saw it was Dasong soldiers who broke in, they suddenly felt complicated.

But they still followed the soldiers’ orders and went to the open space in front of Bambu Port.

“Oh my God, are they disaster victims?” Overseas mourners in ragged clothes and sallow faces arrived at the port one after another.

Looking at this group of beggar-like people, Song Xiang sighed.

“At least the victims are free. It can only be said that they are just slaves here.” Zhou Yi frowned.

When Dong An came back from the Southern Territory, he introduced the living conditions of the Song people in the Southern Territory.

His eyes swept over the faces of many overseas Song people, and Zhou Yi said loudly, “What is in front of you is the army of the Da Song people, the army of King Da Song Yan. We are here, and we will drive away the Folangji people. We are here. I will give you your freedom.”

“From now on, you will no longer have to be enslaved by the Folangji people, nor will you be bullied by the Luzon natives, because you are Song people. Da Song has not forgotten you, and neither has His Highness King Yan, who eliminated the powerful and powerful families. You, no matter where you go, the Dasong Navy will have your strong backing.”

Silence fell.

Zhou Yi’s words made the originally frightened overseas chanters seem to be still.

Afterwards, it was like ice and snow melting.

These overseas soldiers looked hard at the Dasong soldiers wearing green military uniforms and holding muskets in their hands, standing tall and majestic.

Looking behind them at the steamships and huge sail warships with smoke columns on the sea.

The name Dasong awakened the deepest longing in their hearts.

Zhou Yi’s words were like a kind call to the villagers at the entrance of the village, making them burst into tears instantly.