"Are you sure?" After a few breaths, Han Du still didn't believe what the personal guard said, so he confirmed again.
The guard nodded heavily and said: "It's absolutely true. The soldiers of the Governor's Mansion have been assembled and are ready to go and suppress it."
Han Du's expression darkened and he immediately said: "Quickly, send someone to protect His Highness. We must not let anything happen to His Highness."
Han Du will not care about the Javanese troubles for the time being. But no matter what, Zhu Biao's safety comes first, and Han Du must ensure that nothing happens to Zhu Biao.
"Don't worry, Lord Marquis, His Highness the Crown Prince has assembled his own troops to take precautions. His Highness is worried about the safety of Lord Marquis, so he specially sent the general to remind Lord Marquis and ask him to join His Highness as soon as possible." The personal guard explained.
Han Du came back to his senses and understood after thinking about it for a moment. The sound of the horn must have sounded long ago, and I just heard it because I was sleeping too deeply.
"Okay, let's go there now." Han Du nodded and waved to the guards to leave quickly.
Following the guards to the outside of the Governor's Mansion, one could see Zhu Biao being guarded in the center by the guards.
Seeing Han Du coming out, Zhu Biao waved to him and shouted to Han Du: "Han Du, come here quickly."
Han Du stepped forward, and his soldiers opened a passage less than two feet wide, allowing Han Du to enter, but blocked Han Du's personal guards from outside. This is the case with these pro-army troops. When they were in the capital, they would only obey the emperor's orders, and here they would only obey Zhu Biao's orders.
Since the prince's order was to let Han Du pass, but not Han Du's personal guards, they would never let the personal guards get closer.
Han Du came to Zhu Biao, bowed and greeted, "I pay my respects to His Highness the Crown Prince."
Zhu Biao smiled and waved his hand and said, "With the relationship between Yigu and you, do you still need to be so polite?"
"Your Highness, the courtesy of a monarch and his ministers cannot be abolished." Han Du just raised his head and said lightly, but still bowed respectfully and waited for Zhu Biao's order.
Although Han Du is Zhu Biao's uncle, Zhu Biao is also Han Du's uncle. Han Du thinks it is better to divide the relationship with the courtesy of a monarch and his ministers.
"Get up." Seeing that Han Du insisted on doing this, Zhu Biao could only shake his head and sighed with a smile: "Well, I don't know what's wrong with you. Sometimes, you don't pay attention to the rules of etiquette at all. But sometimes, you have to be polite and abide by the law. There is really nothing I can do against you."
Han Du turned to look outside the Governor's Mansion, avoiding Zhu Biao's question, and turned to look outside. He saw He Rongzheng standing in front with his soldiers, preparing for something.
"Your Highness, didn't you say that the Javanese were causing trouble? Why didn't you see it?" Han Du turned around and asked Zhu Biao doubtfully.
Zhu Biao shook his head slightly, obviously he didn't know what was going on, "I just came here after hearing the news. But He Rong is leading the troops in front, so let's just watch slowly."
Han Du hesitated for a moment and asked: "Your Highness, the situation is unclear. Should we retreat to the mansion first?"
The Governor's Palace has deep walls and high walls, and can be used as a temporary fortress. According to Han Du's idea, it would be safer for Zhu Biao, a rich man, to retreat to the Governor's Mansion.
Zhu Biao waved his hand and said disapprovingly: "No, if there is danger, He Rong will not let him wait here alone. The situation is unknown, and we can just take this opportunity to see what the Javanese is doing."
Since Zhu Biao meant this, Han Du no longer tried to persuade him. After all, He Rong was able to easily suppress the Javanese in the past, so there was no reason why he would not be able to defeat the Javanese now.
Moreover, Zhu Biao is not without the ability to protect himself. The combat power of a thousand pro-troops would definitely exceed the troops of the entire Governor's Mansion. Besides, there are still navymen resting in the port.
Just as Han Du and Zhu Biao were looking forward quietly, the unique low jungle on the island suddenly shook. Immediately afterwards came a dense group of people, shouting and charging towards He Rong's soldiers from the dense forest.
These people were short, thin, and had dark skin. Their skin was covered with dense sweat as they ran, reflecting a layer of sunlight.
These Javanese are numerous. If we only look at the number of people, they are several times more than the soldiers led by He Rong. But the weapons they held were...well, if those things could still be called weapons.
Looking around, Han Du only saw that the Javanese were holding sticks, long sticks and the like, and the only iron weapon was a hoe.
This is simply not even a mob, it's just a fight.
Han Du shook his head, completely relieved. Such Javanese people are not even the slightest threat. Unfortunately, I still want Zhu Biao to retreat. I really think highly of the Javanese people.
He Rong did not take these troublemaking Javanese seriously at all. When he saw them rushing over, he waved his hand and immediately gave the order: "You are very brave if you dare to make trouble. Give them a hard beating and knock them all unconscious." Caught on the continent to mine."
The government soldier immediately held a shield in one hand and drew out the wooden stick that had been prepared long ago with the other hand. He didn't even use the steel knife at his waist, and just rushed forward and beat the Javanese head and face.
The soldiers were generally taller than the Javanese, and they wielded wooden sticks from a high position and were unstoppable. Like whack-a-mole, the stick hit the Javanese on the head one after another, making them dizzy with stars in their eyes.
As for the resistance of the Javanese, their wooden clubs hitting the steel shields of the soldiers had no effect except making a sound.
It was a completely one-sided battle, and the soldiers gained an absolute advantage. It didn't take long for most of the Javanese to be knocked to the ground. The few remaining people saw that they were no match for the government soldiers, so they turned around and dispersed.
He Rong was too lazy to send troops to chase those who escaped. He ordered the soldiers to tie up the Javanese who were beaten to the ground and curled up and wailing, and prepared to find time to send these people to the continent to dig gold mines.
He Rong himself quickly came to Zhu Biao, bowed and said: "I have disturbed His Highness, please forgive me."
Zhu Biao waved his hand lightly to relieve him of self-blame, and then asked in confusion: "Is this a Javanese rebellion?"
The scene just now was too childish. How could it be considered a rebellion? Not even a riot.
Of course, He Rong knew what the Crown Prince was puzzled about. He nodded and replied in a dumbfounded way: "That's it. I don't know what the fuss is about."
Zhu Biao nodded secretly. Indeed, these Javanese people don't even have a decent knife. I really don't know what they are doing. Fortunately, He Rong was not considered a bloodthirsty person. If he had encountered a bloodthirsty general, the scene just now would have been a river of blood.
Seeing that the overall situation had been decided, Zhu Biao was also curious and stepped forward to take a closer look at what this Javanese looked like. When I came forward, I saw these Javanese people. After being beaten, they no longer dared to make any mistakes. They obediently allowed the soldiers to tie them up. They did not look as ferocious as they had just when they rushed towards the soldiers with wooden sticks. Many of them were beaten until their faces were covered in blood, and they were so frightened when they saw the soldiers coming that they couldn't help but tremble all over.
Han Du was speechless. He really couldn't figure out where the courage they had now came from.
Zhu Biao saw that among the soldiers, some had wounds on their exposed areas, and couldn't help but ask, "Why are there still people injured?"
He Rong hurriedly stepped forward and explained: "Back to Your Highness, some of their injuries were caused when they suppressed the Javanese. After all, there are too many Javanese, and it is impossible to completely defend against a stick without eyes. And some are... Those who were violently attacked and injured by the Javanese sometimes needed government soldiers to drive the Javanese to work, and there were also cases where they were suddenly attacked."
Zhu Biao heard the sound and looked around. Indeed, many soldiers were injured, and some of them were seriously injured. He saw with his own eyes that a soldier had a hideous scar on his arm.
Turning back to He Rong, he asked: "Since they are injured, why not let them return to the Ming Dynasty and replace them with a new batch of soldiers?"
He Rong quickly bowed and explained: "Your Highness, it's not that I don't want the injured soldiers to go back, it's that they themselves don't want to go back."
"Why is this?" Zhu Biao was puzzled. Those who can survive minor injuries are considered elite soldiers. And just now Zhu Biao clearly saw that some soldiers were seriously injured, and it was extremely rare for them to be unwilling to retreat.
"Did your Highness see it?" He Rong had no choice but to raise his chin, gesture to the soldiers, and said: "They didn't catch a Javanese, which is a reward for them. Every soldier can get almost every year because of this. And earning hundreds of guan, some people can even earn hundreds of guan. With such huge benefits, no soldier is willing to leave just now. If they don't have to leave after five years, if they are allowed to choose by themselves, Chen Du I don’t think anyone would be willing to leave here and return to Ming Dynasty.”
Zhu Biao followed He Rong's gaze and glanced back. He hadn't noticed it just now, but now he looked over and saw that every soldier had a smile on his face when he caught a Javanese. Not only did they not have any hatred towards the Javanese who had hurt them, but their eyes were full of enthusiasm, which was exactly the same as when they saw the silver.
Zhu Biao shook his head helplessly. In this case, he was too lazy to take care of these soldiers. He looked back at He Rong and asked, "Can you give them so much money to reward them?"
When He Rong heard this, he puffed up his chest quite proudly and said proudly: "Although the Javanese people here make troubles from time to time, when it comes to money, there is really no shortage of it."
Tang Ding and Han Du listened on the sidelines and couldn't help but nodded secretly. They have all been to Java more than once, so they naturally know some things. Only when Zhu Biao arrived for the first time would he be unclear.
However, Han Du and the other two did not bother He Rong to explain to Zhu Biao. After all, such opportunities were rare for He Rong.
"Your Highness, although Java does not produce food, it does produce spices. And these spices do not require effort to grow. They are naturally on the mountains and grow all over the mountains. All you have to do is let him pick them. I have no choice but to drive you. Besides growing food, the most important thing the Javanese do is to drive them to pick spices.”
The price of spices is higher than that of gold, and with rich spice production, He Rong will not be so poor... Zhu Biao nodded clearly, accepting his statement.
He Rong said with unfinished meaning: "And your Highness, didn't I say that these Javanese people should be tied to the continent to mine? There is a huge gold mine on the continent, and a lot of gold can be dug out every year. I will Think of it as spending money to buy slaves to mine, you can’t lose anything.”
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