Since the last time, we had a head-on encounter with the Ming Dynasty's circumnavigating fleet led by Gu Yan.
The Spanish fleet led by Niels Rosen took nearly two weeks to reach the destination of their trip - Quanzhou Port.
Looking at the endless flow of merchant ships coming and going near Quanzhou Port, Nils couldn't help but put down the monocular telescope in his hand and said with emotion.
"God, is this the mysterious Eastern country rich in silk, tea, and porcelain?"
“The prosperity of the port here can be compared with Lisbon, Portugal!”
After finishing his emotion, Niels could not help but feel an inexplicable sense of mission. In his opinion, he had an obligation to spread the glory of Christianity to these pagans!
"Damn it, for such a prosperous country, why don't many missionaries come from the country to vigorously promote the glory of the Lord?"
"If it can be included in the Christian family, I, Niels, will definitely be favored by God after my death!"
Just as Niels was still thinking about how to convince the bishops to send more missionaries to this mysterious eastern country after returning, he heard a voice of great panic.
"Boss, look, many battleships suddenly appeared on the opposite side, and the flags flying on those battleships are exactly the same as the fleet we encountered earlier!"
After listening to the report of his men, Niels suddenly felt like he was dead. Immediately, he snatched the monocular telescope from the hands of the sailors on the side and looked at the Ming army approaching them in the distance. Battleship!
There were about six Ming warships, and the cannons on board were almost the same as the fleet that Niels encountered at sea.
When Nils saw the blue flags hanging on those ships, the expression on his face suddenly became extremely ugly, because the flags hanging on those battleships were exactly the same as the fleet he encountered not long ago!
As soon as he saw those flags, Niels could not help but think of the humiliation that the fleet had brought to him earlier.
"How could these damn pagans have such a powerful fleet!"
Just when Niels was still quite angry about this matter, from his ears, the extremely frightened voices of the sailors on the deck came: "Boss, it's bad, the cannon on the opposite side has been aimed. We’re gone!”
Hearing this, Nils had no choice but to put down the monocular in his hand, called the sailor who knew semaphore over, and gave the order.
"Fons, go tell them that we have no ill intentions!"
"Okay, boss!"
The sailor named Fons, after listening to Nils' order, immediately climbed up the mast and began to wave the flag in his hand.
With the waving of the flag in Fons' hand, the ships on the opposite side that were already ready for battle turned their guns and returned to the port at an extremely slow speed.
Nils looked at the waving flags on the opposite ship, couldn't help but put down the monocular in his hand, turned his eyes to the sailor named Fons, and asked.
"What do they mean?"
After listening to Nils' question, the sailor named Fons thought for a moment and then answered.
"Boss, I guess what the other side means is, let us follow!"
After listening to the sailor's answer, Nils had no choice but to wave his hand helplessly and give the order.
"Follow those boats on the other side!"
Under Nils' order, the five Spanish fleet ships led by him began to form a formation and returned to the port together with the Ming army warships that led the way.
As soon as the ship arrived at the port and laid out the sampan, Nils and everyone on the ship were surrounded by Ming soldiers who were fully armed and armored.
Nils looked at the fierce-looking Ming soldiers around him and couldn't help but have a look of panic on his face, but he still mustered up the courage to stand up and explain to the Ming soldiers.
"Who is your commander? Let him come to see me. We have no ill intentions. We just want to start trade with you!"
The Ming soldiers naturally couldn't understand what Nils was talking about, so they looked at each other for a long time.
Soon, the leader of this team, Lu Yong, came to his senses and saw him calling the soldiers and giving instructions in a deep voice.
"Immediately inform the magistrate of this matter and tell him that Rakshasa people are visiting the port. Also, go and invite someone who can understand Rakshasa language to come over!"
"Yes, sir!"
In fact, before coming, Niels brought several translators who could understand and speak Ming dialect.
But in the current situation, no one dares to act rashly. If they accidentally offend these soldiers, their fate will be unpredictable!
After that, Niels continued to gesture, and finally made Lu Yong in front of him understand what he meant.
"You guys, follow him. If he makes any move, shoot him without mercy!"
"Yes, sir!"
In this way, Nils, under the guard of Ming soldiers, called out the translators who could speak Ming dialect. At this moment, they were holding their heads in their hands and crouching in the corner of the ship shivering.
With the help of those translators who could speak Ming dialect, Lu Yong finally understood what Nils wanted to express.
"You mean you don't have any ill intentions. You are from the Kingdom of Spain. You are here to start trade with me, the Ming Dynasty, and buy my Ming Dynasty's silk, tea, and porcelain?"
Lu Yong's words quickly reached Niels' ears after being translated.
Nils nodded after hearing this, and then turned his gaze to the translators and spoke.
"Tell him, yes, we come with good intentions!"
Niels' words, after being translated, soon reached Lu Yong's ears.
When Lu Yong heard this, the expression on his face softened, but despite this, he still did not relax his vigilance towards the Rakshasa people in front of him.
Then, he turned his eyes to the translators, and then spoke.
"Tell him that my superior is on the way here. If you have anything to say, just tell him!"
After Lu Yong said this, he stopped talking and ordered his subordinates. Nils and his party were optimistic.
There is no doubt that Lu Yong's words reached Nils's ears accurately, so even though he was impatient, he could only obey Lu Yong's words and wait on the boat.
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On the other side, Yang Zongtai, the prefect of Quanzhou, was handling corresponding affairs in the government office as usual.
Since the last time the imperial court took action and wiped out all the Sea Trade Department in Quanzhou, the new batch of Sea Trade Department officials sent here are quite competent.
Perhaps it was because Yang Zongtai, the prefect of Quanzhou, personally led his men to capture all the officials of the Maritime Trade Department last time.
This new batch of officials from the Maritime Trade Department are extremely respectful to Yang Zongtai, for fear of following in his footsteps!
Just as Yang Zongtai put aside the official documents he had finished processing, there was a rush of footsteps from outside the door.
Not long after, a subordinate staff member was seen entering the room in an unusual hurry and reporting respectfully.
"Your Majesty, the prefect, Inspector Lu Yong sent someone to report that there are Rakshasa people visiting the port!" (End of Chapter)
