The white-known crane smiled, with a cruel smile.

"I don't want to discuss with those women in remote villages who need comfort. I don't want to discuss whether you are strong men. But in this case, no one should attack you. However, wolves eat meat, and dogs only eat something discarded by others."

Bang, the neat sound of the knife being sheathed, and three hundred Japanese people inserted their swords in front of them.

"Very good, your choice satisfy me. Then next, I will arrange three people as your support. When you encounter an enemy that really makes you embarrassed, they will help you take action. Of course, the price of taking action is to reduce the rewards and dividends you give to you." Bai Minghe took a step back and signaled Mo Long to move forward.

"This person will be responsible for your supplies and everything you get to exchange for food, wine, weapons, gold and silver. These can be kept in your hands or sent back to your family. You know my rules, and I, the white-name crane, will not take advantage of you. If you are dissatisfied with the price, I will talk to you in person!"

Three hundred people saluted neatly, and Baiming He was a terrible person. Such wealth in people's eyes was calculated by the country.

In such a noble sight, a few pieces of gold are just grains of sand.

The warrior led by the Japanese gave salutes to Mo Long, and Mo Long retreated aside after giving salutes.

"This man, who destroyed 50,000 Wastu in a few breaths, why is he so strong? When he really needs to take action, I hope to find a strong enemy that he can deal with. It is too weak and not worth your dividends."

Fan Liang doesn't need to pretend. He is a heroic general in all kinds of generals, and he gives a very powerful general in terms of temperament.

The confidence of the Japanese people began to rise slowly.

"The last thing I want to remind you is, don't mention who you are. Don't mention the Ming Dynasty. You have no identities for the time being. Until the Ming Dynasty officially declares war, you have no identities. If you want to say who you are, then you call yourself pirates. Then the third one, when you encounter a truly invincible enemy, she will face any strong enemy on my behalf."

Huamei slowly moved forward from the end. Then she slowly took off the big hat of the cloak and threw the cloak to the ground.

Wow...

It was extremely neat. All three hundred Japanese men knelt on one knee, this pair of armor, this outfit, and the silver face armor.

Huamei gently took off her facial armor. She only took a few breaths and put it on again.

The Dragon King of Shagara! The strongest pirate in history in the hearts of the Japanese is absolutely nowhere.

Hua Mei said nothing and was bent down to pick up her cloak. The Japanese warrior in charge rushed over quickly, picked it up, still holding the kneeling position on one knee, holding the cloak high with both hands.

Huamei slowly put her cloak on her cloak, then placed a single short musket in the hands of the Japanese.

Huamei turned around and left, from the beginning to the end. She never said a word.

Mo Long was shocked. Does this mean authority? This means that it means that people are afraid of saying a name?

Mo Long didn't understand, only Bai Minghe knew. Huamei didn't like these crude Japanese people from the bottom of her heart, so she never talked to the Japanese. It was this arrogance that made Huamei even more mysterious.

Four days later, outside Temasek, the Sagala stopped the ship and got off the anchor.

A small boat approached Temasek, and the messenger carried a letter. There was only a black skeleton on it. This was the consensus of the Japanese. A small port was also worthy of letting them use the badge of the Sagala Dragon King.

Temasek. This is a transliteration. The original meaning of the text is "Haishi" in Javanese, which is used as a place for countless pirates to trade, rest and supply. Of course, it is also the place where the dirt in their hands are taken, so it is called Haishi. This name has been passed down for hundreds of years. As early as hundreds of years ago, this place was already a paradise for pirates.

"Explanation of the purpose!" A man with a ward off the messenger.

The messenger untied his clothes, and the black cloak was embroidered with a white skull: "We are pirates! Come and talk to the leader here, and send a letter from our leader!"

The man who was on guard did not dare to take the initiative. After going back to ask for instructions, he brought the messenger to the market.

"Can you be the leader of this place?" The messenger was not polite, and the other party inserted a knife on the table. The meaning was very obvious. Don't speak in such a tone here. But the messenger's tone was even more arrogant: "If you think you can represent everyone here, then please pick up the knife and declare war on us!"

"Give me the letter!" the other party stretched out his hand.

The messenger smiled slightly and took out a letter from his close body, but did not hand it to the other party's hand, but placed it on the table.

"Please tell everyone here that when sunrise tomorrow, you will decide your destiny yourself!" The letter was left on the table, and the messenger turned around and was about to leave, with two knives on his neck. The messenger did not react at all, nor did he speak anymore, but spread his hands evenly, with a smile on his face.

The letter is still on the table. This person is the leader, but it cannot represent all the pirates here.

He picked up the sharp knife and pressed it on the messenger's throat, which still protected his smile.

"You're going to die, don't you say anything?"

"When sunrise tomorrow, you will decide your destiny yourself. My life and death will not affect this." After that, the messenger quickly flipped over the hand, snatched the sharp knife and slashed the neck of the man on the left, then stabbed the sharp knife into the chest of the person on the right, and continued: "Similarly, their life and death will not affect whether I can leave!"

The pirate leader's face turned pale, and he quickly grabbed the letter and took a look. There were seven different words on the letter. All the words were only four words, surrender or die!

"Send him away!"

The messenger sorted out his clothes, pushed open the bodies on both sides and said again when he went out: "The best way to surrender is to kneel on the beach before sunrise."

Outside Temasek, the messenger returned to the ship. He said to the leader of the Japanese: "I hope they will refuse tomorrow. I saw a lot of wealth, as well as young women, a lot of gold and silver!" The leader of the Japanese: "Go back and rest. The Dragon King flag will not be allowed to stop tomorrow."

"Haha!" All the Japanese responded in unison.

On Mo Long's flagship, Bai Minghe and Mao Sheng were sitting on the deck drinking a small wine. Mao Sheng asked Bai Minghe: "Do you want them to surrender, or fight?"

"I don't care. This game is not mine. All I want is the control of Temasek and all the rights of the Malacca estuary. The rest has nothing to do with me." Bai Minghe said this and suddenly slapped his head: "I forgot an important thing! When I left Nanjing, I forgot to find a few merchants who received the goods. The goods they snatched must be purchased by someone, otherwise it would not be ruined."

"It's easy!" Mao Sheng turned around and shouted: "Mo Long, come here!"

Sitting on the top deck, Mo Long watching the sea from a high place, he turned over and came to Mao Sheng.

"Mo Long, I'll give you a good job. Some small merchants in your place have done a good job recently, so they asked them to come here to receive goods. Then I just asked you for a channel, and the ships on your side can bring goods to the Ming Dynasty and do some small business. Just pay taxes according to the rules."

After Mao Sheng finished speaking, he looked at the Baiming He.

It doesn’t matter if the white-named crane is not concerned. This small matter doesn’t need to be thought about. Whoever collects it is not?

What's more, in order to integrate the indigenous people of Little Luzon into the Ming Dynasty, they naturally have to give them some opportunities. For example, the rough processing of the raw materials of charred hemp is currently being done by Little Luzon's own merchants. Some merchants have accumulated a lot of wealth, and the highest net worth is estimated to be 100,000 taels of silver.

"Thank you!" Mo Long thanked Mao Sheng.

He knew that this must have been agreed by Bai Minghe, but he was a little afraid of Bai Minghe and was very nervous. The people in the fleet, Mo Long, were just laughing at the Japanese and their ignorance. It was really ignorant. They were afraid of Huamei, but they didn't know that Huamei was terrifying compared to Bai Minghe, which was the difference between matches and forest fires.

Because the Japanese did not know the Battle of Mobei, nor did they know Huamei's true identity.

At this time, Huamei was wearing a light gauze dress and was sitting in her boat warehouse chatting with people. The two women sitting in her boat warehouse were Qinghe and Wan Xueer.

Qinghe has changed her words to call Huamei as her sister, after all, Huamei is now a general officially enthroned by the Ming Dynasty.

"Here, here, here!" Wan Xueer pointed three points on the map, namely Temasek, Malacca City, and Jakarta City. "Huamei, we don't need pirates, we need the entire Nanyang. Anyone who stands in front of the young master can only become dry bones."

"Xueer Sister Huamei understood what she said, but once I took action, people would see it. At present, the relationship between my fleet and the Ming Navy is only a thin window paper. The Japanese are just inferior bandits, and they can't attack the city and occupy land. The young master's idea may be wrong this time. I guess General Fan will take action in less than a year, and I will also participate in the war. At most two years, even General Deng will join." I have to admit that Huamei still analyzes the situation in front of her very deeply.

"Silly girl, these are not something you need to worry about." Wan Xueer gently touched Huamei's head.

Huamei seems to like this feeling very much, and some people care about it.

Qinghe also said: "The best boat to give you is to keep you safe. Once you find that there is something powerful, let's run back and the Ming Navy will be responsible for dealing with it."

"Sister Qinghe, we are very strong..." Hua Mei really couldn't accept this, but her tone could not become tough.

Huamei was very helpful to Qinghe's words. She knew that Qinghe was for her own good. As for fighting and killing, Qinghe was obviously not suitable for listening.

But Huamei is still looking forward to having the blind eye that she will try the peak combat power of this new ship. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!