"boom!"
"boom!"
Countless cannonballs fell near two shabby ships, which were Portuguese warships. They thought they had escaped just now, but they did not expect that they actually fell into another hell.
On the other side, dozens of warships lined up in a row, firing from the broadside, and the naval guns lined up in a row, releasing a dense rain of bullets.
Simon held his head and cried. He never dreamed that his behavior would have such serious consequences, that he would also die from it.
The two warships quickly caught fire and then slowly sank.
There were a few small black dots floating on the sea holding wooden boards, screaming for help.
However, the Luzon Army ignored them.
"Turn, target, South India!"
The navy commander issued the order, and countless sails fluttered high in the clear sky.
Their target was never these two ships, and it was just incidental to deal with them.
The destination of such a large-scale fleet trip is naturally Goa, the home base of the Portuguese in the East.
It is precisely because of having this base that Portugal can continue to attack them. Now, it is time to end all of this.
Coincidentally, the Portuguese had just lost nine warships, eight armed merchant ships and nearly 2,000 soldiers, and their strength had been weakened to a certain extent.
Taking advantage of your illness to kill you, with two hundred ships accompanied by an army of nearly ten thousand, the Luzon Governor's Mansion has clearly used their full strength.
The city of Goa was caught off guard, and the port was lost in a short period of time. The ships on it were either destroyed or captured. The Portuguese army was forced to retreat into the city and rely on strong city defenses to resist.
siege.
The war lasted for half a year, during which the Kingdom of Portugal also sent ships to rescue several times, but without exception, these troops from afar were eliminated by the Luzon Navy.
When the losses were almost equal to the gains, Manuel I decisively stopped aid to Goa.
The city slowly fell into despair.
Half a year later, the Goa garrison finally collapsed. They could no longer stand this protracted war, especially since they could not see even a little hope.
Albuquerque met his end peacefully.
He was on the tallest building in Goa City, watching the Luzon Army soldiers pouring in through the wide-open city gate, and drew his saber.
A generation of Portuguese war gods fell in the East.
The Luzon Governor's Palace won the final victory. Although the half-year war also caused considerable losses to them, it was all worth it. Goa is a trade hub from the east to Persia. Portugal tried its best to occupy it because So, now, everything has been made for them.
After occupying the city, the navy commander immediately ordered to appease the people and resume production. A month later, a caravan flag appeared outside the city again.
From the mainland to Luzon, then to Goa, and then into the Persian Gulf, a trade route was completely controlled by the Governor's Palace.
…
Time passes quickly, and each year passes by in an instant.
Just as the Luzon Governor's Mansion was spreading across the Southeast Asia and expanding its power, it was already the third year of Jiajing on the mainland.
One day in May, a boy in Tsing Yi came to a certain mansion in Yuyao County.
Without the shiny plaque or the magnificent vermillion-lacquered door, the mansion looked very simple.
If he hadn't been here many times, he probably wouldn't have believed that Mr. Yangming, who was once famous all over the world, actually lived in such a simple place.
He walked up and knocked on the door gently. He was already familiar with all this. He had done this for the past three years.
Ever since Mr. Yangming Ding You, he has been living here.
Yuyao City, Longquan Mountain, Zhongtian Pavilion, this was originally the lecture hall of the great scholar Qian Dehong. Since Mr. Yangming Ding You returned to his hometown, seventy-four local celebrities led by this great scholar were invited to give lectures in Zhongtian Pavilion.
Mr. Yangming has four days of lecture time every month, and at that time Zhongtian Pavilion is often overcrowded, and he was ordered to invite Mr. Yangming to give lectures at Zhongtian Pavilion.
He's been doing this for a few years.
It would be the same today, he thought.
The door slowly opened, and an old head stuck out. The boy recognized it as Mr. Yangming's concierge.
The concierge looked at him and smiled:
"Little brother, you won't come here anymore!"
"My husband is leaving."
The boy was stunned for a moment when he heard this and asked eagerly:
"Why are you leaving?"
"The filial piety period has expired, why can't I leave?"
"Are you going back to the imperial court to become an official?"
"No, sir, he is indifferent to fame and fortune and doesn't think so."
"Then...where to go?"
"This old man doesn't know."
Seeing that he couldn't ask any more questions, the boy immediately turned around and ran away.
He wanted to tell his master the news as soon as possible.
Mr. Yangming is leaving. This news will surely shock the entire literary world in Yuyao.
He was very aware of the influence of this scholar among the local literati.
The news spread like a gust of wind throughout the county, causing a storm.
Soon, people gathered outside the gate. This small alley, which was always quiet and far away from the busy city, had never been so lively.
Mr. Yangming, who was about to set off, was blocked in the alley.
"Sir, I can't wait to be without you!"
"Sir, but I didn't entertain you well? Please give me a little more time!"
Looking at the crowd trying to persuade him to stay, Wang Shouren felt a little touched in his heart, and a warm current flowed through his heart.
But he decided.
He remembered the invitation letter, which was sent to his home one month before the expiration of his filial piety period.
The letter invited him to give lectures at Dongqian Academy. He had also heard of this academy. After all, Ningbo Prefecture was quite close to Yuyao County.
In fact, he had no intention of going.
At this time, he was already famous all over the world. Many great Confucian scholars invited him to give lectures, but Wang Shouren rejected them all. He just wanted to write books and teach his disciples, and Qian Dehong was the only one who got it. Got this great god.
He has rejected many lecture halls in world-famous academies, let alone this little-known academy?
However, when he saw the red ink pad at the end of the letter, he immediately changed his mind.
He was very familiar with this mark. It was the seal of his best friend Lin Yan. The moment he saw it, Wang Shouren's departure was already destined.
Therefore, even though everyone tried to persuade him to stay, he still decided to go south.
"Everyone has such great love, how dare you Shouren! If everyone is trying to persuade me to stay, I will definitely stay."
"However, I received a letter from a friend before, inviting me to give lectures in another place."
"Bo'an dare not let down the trust entrusted to him by his best friend!"
"Now that the filial piety period has expired, it's time for me to keep my appointment."
"Everyone, take care, we will see you soon!"
After Wang Shouren finished speaking, he turned around and boarded the prepared carriage without any hesitation. His back was so free and easy.
The students and scholars unconsciously moved out of the way, and with the driver's shouts, the carriage started to move.
"Mr. Yangming, who invited you to the lecture hall of some great scholar? We want to follow you there too!"
"Yes, brother Bo'an, even if you have to leave, you still have to tell us who invited you!"
The carriage gradually moved away, but shouts rang out from the crowd, including students and Confucian masters.
The sound of the rumble gradually disappeared into the distance, leaving only one sentence floating in the wind:
"Ningbo Mansion, Dongqian Academy..."
Thanks to "Chang Jinyan" for the reward!
(End of chapter)
