The people standing in the sea were shocked speechless by such a scene and stared at everything blankly. They did not know when the bombardment started from above, nor when the sound of the bombardment ended.
When they came to their senses, Han Du had already brought someone to them.
"Come up here, don't you feel cold standing in the sea water?"
Only then did these people realize that they were saved. The sea water, which I had not noticed at all, now suddenly felt a bone-piercing coldness and a dull pain in my legs.
Hearing Han Du's words, these people simply heard the sound of heaven. The familiar local accent makes everyone feel more friendly.
The crowd listened to Han Du's words and walked up from the sea. But as soon as they landed, they discovered that the entire beach was actually covered with broken limbs and broken arms. Blood dyed the beach red in patches, and there was no place for them to stay.
Countless people suddenly felt their stomachs churn, and the sounds of vomiting occurred one after another. Especially the woman inside, who had vomited for a long time and didn't know where she was. Even among men, not many can hold back forcefully.
Han Du folded his hands in a leisurely manner, and after waiting for these people to calm down, he asked: "Who are you? Why do you say you are Chinese people and wear Han clothes?"
Han Du and others stood calmly on top of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood. Just standing like this naturally created huge psychological pressure on these people who claimed to be Chinese people.
"General..." The man known as the elder stood up and paid homage to Han.
"Bold," Zhang Chao shouted angrily and introduced in a deep voice: "Your Excellency is Jing Haibo of the Ming Dynasty."
When he heard that Han Du was an uncle with a title, the old man was suddenly shocked and apologized quickly and said: "Ignorant people, please forgive me."
Since the Southern Song Dynasty, the status of generals has plummeted. Calling him General Han Du is indeed much lower than calling him uncle.
Han Du waved his hands indifferently and continued to ask: "What is your name?"
As he spoke, he glanced at the crowd, "Who are you, and why do you claim to be Chinese people?"
Although Han Du had already made a guess in his mind, guessing that these people were probably Chinese people who had been living abroad, there were still some things that needed to be asked clearly and they needed to be told by themselves.
"Back to my uncle, the civilian's surname is Zhao Mingxian." Zhao Xian reported his name and glanced at Han Du, "My uncle is Jing Haibo of the Ming Dynasty. May I ask if the Central Plains has... changed its dynasty?"
"Not bad." Han Du replied with a smile.
When Zhao Xian got the affirmative answer, he was suddenly surprised and happy, and asked quickly: "Dare I ask my uncle, what about Meng Yuan, how is Meng Yuan?"
"Are you talking about the Qian Yuan Dynasty?" Tang He stood up and sighed slightly, "The Ming Dynasty had long since sent them back to the grasslands. Now only a small one is left, still lingering."
Zhao Xian saw Tang He dressed gorgeously and knew that this was another high-ranking and powerful person, so he did not dare to talk to him without authorization.
Han Du saw Zhao Xian looking at him as if asking for help, so he stretched out his hand and introduced him: "This is Tang He, the Duke of the Ming Dynasty, and I am Han Du."
"Zhao Xian, a common man, pays homage to the uncle, pays homage to the uncle, and thanks them both for saving their lives." Zhao Xian once again bowed to Tang He and Han Du and thanked them.
"I'll wait. Thank you for saving your life."
"Get up." Tang He waved his hand, gesturing for everyone to excuse themselves.
One of the joys in life is meeting an old friend in a foreign country. Tang He was also happy to be able to meet someone who could speak the same words as him overseas, far away from the Ming Dynasty. As for saving their lives just now, it is nothing at all.
Zhao Xian saw that Tang He was about the same age as him, so he smiled and chatted, "Looking at my uncle's accent, do you think you are from Haozhou?"
"Exactly." Tang He had nothing to hide and nodded directly.
Zhao Xian was overjoyed when he heard this and sighed, "I think Cao Min's ancestors were also from Haozhou. Unfortunately, it has been more than a hundred years since our ancestors fled here."
As he spoke, tears flashed in Zhao Xian's eyes and he couldn't help sobbing. Not only him, but other people couldn't help sobbing when they heard this.
"More than a hundred years ago? Could it be that you are?" Tang He couldn't help but ask as his heart moved.
Zhao Xian nodded and said: "Crossing the cliffs over the mountains and the seas, I heard from our ancestors, it was really a human tragedy, a nightmare that our ancestors have never been able to get rid of all their lives. We are all the surviving descendants of those who were able to cross the cliffs over the mountains and the seas."
After Yashan?
Han Du and Tang He looked at each other and couldn't help being surprised.
When the cliff-mountain crossing shocked the world, rumors spread that hundreds of thousands of people had died. But now it seems that there are still survivors. Think about it, there are hundreds of thousands of people, there will always be luck when there are more people. Maybe someone could survive the sea by grabbing a piece of wood.
Besides, shipbuilding and maritime trade were so developed during the Southern Song Dynasty that among hundreds of thousands of people, there would always be a very small number who were lucky enough to survive.
"Are you really the queen of cliffs and seas?" Han Du asked in surprise, looking at everyone present.
Everyone nodded subconsciously. It was obvious that although they were born and raised here, under the upbringing of their parents, they all understood that their roots were in the Central Plains.
A person may lie and deceive without any hesitation, but it is impossible for everyone to lie without flaws.
Han Du took a deep breath and sighed: "This is really unbelievable."
"What's really unbelievable is my uncle," Zhao Xian sighed and said with hatred: "I heard from my ancestors that Meng Yuan was so arrogant back then. I didn't expect that, It took just over a hundred years to be defeated.”
Han Du and Tang He looked at each other, and they burst into laughter.
Zhao Xian was confused by the sudden laughter and didn't know what the two men were laughing at.
Han Du took a breath and saw that Zhao Xian didn't understand, so he cupped his hands towards the north and explained to him: "The emperor is so wise and mighty that he is an unparalleled hero. With the help of righteous soldiers, it took only fifteen years to defeat the enemy. The Yuan Dynasty completely ended the rule of the former Yuan Dynasty over the Central Plains, and the Yuan Emperor was forced to flee back to the grassland. The emperor expelled the Tartars, restored China, and established the Ming Dynasty. The reign name was Hongwu. This year is the sixteenth year of Hongwu. So, strictly speaking, The national destiny of the former Yuan Dynasty lasted less than a hundred years, hahaha."
Meng Yuan took control of the Central Plains and was driven back to the grassland within a hundred years? Zhao Xian didn't know why, but when he heard Han Du's words, he felt so relieved and happy.
"Drive out the Tartars and restore China!" Zhao Xian murmured to himself, and suddenly knelt down solemnly towards the north. "The ordinary people Zhao Xian bows to the emperor, long live my emperor. Finally, the revenge of the ancestors has been avenged, and the ordinary people's wishes have finally been fulfilled. It has been achieved, and the people are grateful."
