After passing through the Malugu Sea, far away from the rich spice islands, the fleet sailed eastward according to the Dutch's chart for many days. After passing through the Hamara Sea and Seran Sea marked above, it finally arrived at the northwest end of the Papua Island marked by the Dutch.

Near the coast, the sea breeze is blowing, and the coconut trees stand tall.

The Dutch also called this wilderness island Irian Island. They called the island curly hair, dark skin, shrinking forehead, raised eyebrows, broad nose and thick lips Papuans, so the island is also called Papuan Island. According to the Dutch data, this large island and surrounding archipelago are much larger than Borneo.

"Sir, the entire island of Irian Island is slightly northwest and southeast, with a length of about 4,000 miles east and west, and the widest part in the middle is more than 1,200 miles. The entire island is mountainous, with mountains in the middle, extending from northwest to southeast, forming a continuous central mountain range, and many of them are very high."

"On both sides of the central ridge, there are many coastal plains of varying width and narrowness, especially the southern plains with the largest coast, winding coasts and many harbors. There are also many rivers, and many alluvial plains have been formed on both sides of the middle and lower reaches."

Wu Sangui just nodded slightly as he listened to the introduction of the unlucky Dutch captain.

"What's the climate here?" Zu Zerun asked.

"Sir, there are about seven months of each year when the southeast trade winds blow here. There is a lot of rainfall in the central plateau, the climate is relatively hot, and the temperature is very high throughout the year. From October to March, the northwest monsoon is prevalent, with general rainfall, and more rainfall in the north. From April to September, the southeast monsoon is prevalent, and more rainfall in the south."

“What about the indigenous situation on the island?”

"We call those indigenous people Papuans, with their original meanings being hairy. These people are still ignorant and uncivilized barbarians, slash-and-burn farms, tribes but no country, and no writing. They slash-and-burn farms, plant taro, bananas, etc., and raise pigs. They can only make simple pottery, stone axes, javelins, etc., worship ancestors and totems, and superstitious elves and witchcraft."

Wu Sangui gradually gained a general understanding of Irian Island. It is an uncivilized wild island. Because it is located in the eastern part of the South China Sea, it is much behind the archipelago on the west and north.

This is a mountainous island with high mountains and dense forests. Many mountains are four or five thousand meters high and have sufficient rainfall. Sometimes, you can never see sunny days for several days or even weeks. There are no roads in the mountains, only the mountain roads in the forest that are stepped on by people and beasts.

The island is simply a primitive forest, and the islanders live a primitive tribal life in the primitive forest, with a whole body covered in it and only a grass skirt around their waists.

They like to put bright feathers on their heads, and also like to put wild boar teeth on their noses. Some even paint all kinds of strange patterns on their bodies, and some people paint their bodies with lard.

"You haven't had any contact with the natives?"

"There have been, but the natives here are quite barbaric. They are afraid of seeing outsiders, and they hide when they see them, and it is difficult to communicate. There are also some more barbaric tribes. They even ambush outsiders when they see outsiders and eat them. There are no good native products here, so we basically do not contact the natives. They just build a few simple supply bases in several coastal harbors so that they can dock and repair them every time they pass by. But every time we go ashore to repair, we have to be careful to guard against those cannibals."

"Cannifer." Wu Sangui smiled.

He was not afraid of these barbaric cannibals, but he felt relieved. It seemed that Irian Island was indeed extremely wild and could not be understood outside, which was a good thing for him.

The indigenous people who only know how to farm slash and fire, and the cannibals who only have simple javelins and stone axes, are not the opponents of his slave hunting team. It just so happens that they can come here to capture these indigenous people in the future and transport them back to the New World to reclaim wasteland and farm.

"Enter the port and dock!" Wu Sangui shouted.

Five slave-capturing ships all drove into a temporary Dutch stronghold on the northwest island of Irian Island.

The stronghold is built at the mouth of a river. On the bank of the river, there is a simple pier and a simple wooden village. It seems that even a village is not considered a village, and it can only be counted as a hunter's hut.

The simple pier is pretty good, the water is very deep, and the slave boat can directly reach the pier. There is no need to stop on the sea before docking with a small boat, which is much more convenient.

Wu Sangui got off the boat, stepped on the ground with his feet, and his heart was filled with excitement, and his great cause began.

"Changbo, please give this island a name. We can't follow the red-haired people's name."

Wu Sangui looked at the wild island, thought for a while, and then said, "Just call it Fuxing Island."

"Fuxing Island." Zu Zerun recited, with a smile on his face, as if he had already understood the meaning of the name. He turned his head and shouted to the men behind him who had just stepped onto the island, "From now on, this big island will be called Fuxing Island!"

Wu Sangui ignored the shouts of the people and took out a flag from his arms.

The flag shook and spread out with the wind. A flag with two icons of sun and moon on it was displayed in front of everyone.

"Get a spear!"

The one-eyed Malay Monkey hurriedly ran over with a spear. Wu Sangui took it, carefully tied the sun and moon flag to the spear, and then inserted the sun and moon flag hard to the ground.

"I now announce that this island is called Fuxing Palace. The Ming Dynasty will occupy it from today and have sovereignty. The Ming Dynasty's sovereignty over Fuxing Island is sacred and inviolable!"

The Sun and Moon Flag, the Ming Dynasty, and the desperate hunted slaves of various races did not react much. For them, it was just a flag. What is the Ming Dynasty and revival, and what does it have to do with them?

Zu Zerun was very surprised.

The Sun and Moon Flag was a bit special. After the Longqing switch was opened, the sea trade was opened. The Ming Dynasty merchant ships went to sea and also hung flags according to sea customs to distinguish Western barbarian ships. At that time, the sun and moon flag was hung. At first, the background color was mysterious, but later the black color was not obvious enough, so the blue bottom was used instead.

The white sun and moon flag on the blue background is also equivalent to the national flag of the Ming Dynasty.

At this time, Wu Sangui raised this flag and named the island Fuxing Island, which was obviously intended to be the banner of Ming Dynasty.

After being surprised, Zu Zerun reacted. Now that he has taken the banner of Ming Dynasty, it will be of great benefit to them. In the future, he may still receive support and sympathy from many people, after all, the Han Dynasty has only been destroyed for a few years.

The Malay Monkey stood aside and was secretly surprised by Wu Sangui's power and tricks. He was not a real Malay native who could not even understand Chinese. In fact, he was a Malay who had been with a Han Chinese as a mercenary and sailed on a boat since he was a child. He had been to the Central Plains countless times and had a deep understanding of the Central Plains. Later, he became the Han navy. Because he was injured, he retired and was recruited by the Jinyiwei to become a secret agent.

Therefore, he knew very well what Wu Sangui said and understood his plans.

This is really an ambitious and treacherous guy. Even at this time, he can still suppress his ambitions that have not been fully exposed, but he still has to hold the tiger skin of the Ming Dynasty as a banner.

In the Batavia Port in Java, the former Governor's Office is currently the Eighth Fleet Command.

Liu Jian was still making news about the surprise of recognizing people.

"Wu Sangui is so brave. His Majesty is generous and kind. He spared his life. He doesn't know how to cherish it. How dare he commit suicide like this?"

Feng Sheng smoked a cigar and felt the unique taste. This was grown by the Dutch in a farm outside Batavia, but after processing it, it was called an American cigar.

Nanyang is indeed a very rich place. If you don’t come here in person, you won’t know that Nanyang is so vast. In Feng Sheng’s impression of the past, Nanyang was only some archipelagos in the South China Sea. But after he actually came, he realized that Nanyang is so vast, with tens of thousands of islands of all sizes, which is unimaginable.

The climate here is also completely different from that in the Central Plains, but it is indeed rich.

"Wu Sangui is not an honest person at all. In fact, as I want, I will send a few people to secretly get rid of him, so it will be much easier to save trouble. But Your Majesty refused to let him go, saying that if Wu Sangui is killed today, would he have to kill Zu Dashou tomorrow, and would he have to eliminate the hundreds of thousands of royal families in the Ming Dynasty the day after tomorrow?"

Liu Yunzhen nodded, "I think Your Majesty is right. If you really want to do that, you are afraid that everyone will be in panic and everyone will be in danger. As long as they can be honest and safe, we can give them a chance. After all, there are only a few people like Wu Sangui. If they don't cherish the opportunity, they will still be willing to commit suicide. Then we can't blame others anymore."

"How do we deal with this guy now?" Liu Jian asked, "Where do we need to go to my place?"

No matter what, Liu Jian was the royal family of the Han Dynasty. He would never be polite to a guy like Wu Sangui who dared to dig out the corners of the Han Dynasty.

Feng Sheng took a sip of cigarette beautifully, and then skillfully sprayed out a string of smoke rings.

"Wu Sangui is now taking five boats to the New World. If you want to say that this guy is really capable, ambitious and courageous. But it's just right, let him open the way for us."

Feng Sheng stood up and waved his hand, "Wu Sangui has crossed that red line, and no one can stop him from doing anything. This time I came to see Master, which is also the intention of Your Majesty. Your Majesty's intention is that after we catch Wu Sangui and get the information from the New World, the Nanyang Company will take the lead in developing the New World in advance. Choose a suitable place to establish a commercial port, set up some strongholds, and make some preliminary preparations for immigration."

"Immigration to the Southern Continent is too far away. We are not even full of rich places like Nanyang and Central and Southern." Liu Jian frowned.

"It's a special immigrant." Feng Sheng smiled. "When the New World establishes a port and a stronghold, the court will exil some criminals to the New World and establish labor reform farms. Farm, grazing, and mining, first circle the New World, and then develop slowly."

Taking criminals to enclose land is a very cost-effective transaction, Liu Jian smiled.

"But criminals who can be exiled to the New World will be extremely evil. Once they go to the New World, they probably won't have the chance to go back in their lifetime. How many such criminals can be there in a year? The New World is as big as the thirteen provinces of the Central Plains. If only a thousand criminals a year are a drop in the bucket. Brother Feng, if the court really wants to develop the New World, I think it's still necessary to use the indigenous people."
Chapter completed!