On the island of Ceylon, only fifty miles from the Lion City, in the city of Dhahran, Arabs from the Middle East looked in horror at the Ming people who surrounded them.

They really don't understand where they have offended these Ming people, so that they actually come to attack them.

In the past two years, there have been a lot of Ming merchant ships that have arrived on Ceylon Island, and they know that the Ming Dynasty is still a long way from Ceylon, so how can the good Ming people attack them?

"Fire!"

Chen Lin looked at the small city in front of him, which was inferior to the small county town of Daming, and he was more confident in conquering Ceylon Island.

The Sinhalese here are also too useless, such a small city, they can't even attack it, there is no way to drive the Persians and Middle Easterners out, it is conceivable that the strength of these Sinhalese is not very good.

If you want to take the whole island of Ceylon, it is not difficult, five thousand people are enough.

"Boom! Knock~"

With Chen Lin's order issued, the artillery position, thirty artillery pieces began to erupt blazing flames, accompanied by billowing smoke, and shells flew towards Dalan City.

"Boom~"

In the city of Dhahran, the Middle Easterners suddenly hugged their heads and screamed in horror.

Under the terrible shell attack, in the blink of an eye, there were ruins everywhere, and it was a mess.

"Attack!"

As soon as the sword in Chen Lin's hand waved, his men walked neatly and came to the city wall with the sound of drums.

"Bang~"

Soon there were bursts of gunfire one after another, like fried beans, and the Middle Easterners above the city could not even raise their heads, as long as they showed their heads, they basically could not escape death.

Bows and arrows, muskets, don't throw them like money.

Then here at the city gate, with a terrifying loud bang, the city gate was blown open, and the Ming army poured in like a tide.

An hour had passed, and the battle in the city had basically ended, and the Middle Easterners and Persians, much like the Persians, had made a very wise and decisive choice to surrender.

As here in the Lion City, all Middle Easterners were put on ankle cuffs and bracelets, reduced to slavery, and shipped to the South Seas to grow sugar cane, while the wealth of Dharan City became the spoils of war for the United Western Merchants.

The news soon spread back to the Lion City.

"Haha, Dharan City was also taken very smoothly."

"We have cleared the Middle East and the Persians of the island of Ceylon, and now we will take a break against the Sinhalese and Tamils on the island."

Zhu Benduan, who received the news, laughed happily, unexpectedly smooth, there were almost no casualties, and the harvest was full, this business can be done, and it is very addictive.

"I think we can rest for a few days, give up Dhahran City first, repair the Lion City, expand the port here, and gain a foothold."

Feng Xiang looked at the map of Ceylon Island and pondered carefully.

"Although the Tamils on the island are small in number and control a smaller territory, they are more united, although the Sinhalese are large in number and large in territory, but they are not united with each other, and the most powerful kingdom is Koti, because their king Verobalagra Bahu VIII usurped the throne and became king, so the other Sinhalese do not agree with him."

"We can use this as a way to make a fuss, send people to contact those who oppose Vero, and then attack the Koti Kingdom together, and after destroying the Koti Kingdom, we will clean up these small forces one by one."

Hearing Feng Xiang's words, Zhu Benduan and Hu Xian also looked at the map carefully, and they both nodded.

They are businessmen, and how to get the maximum benefit at the least cost is the real way of doing business.

If you stupidly attack the Koti Kingdom directly, it is not impossible to win, and you may have some casualties, and it will also make the remaining other forces extremely vigilant.

All they have to do is conquer the whole island of Ceylon, so the big and small forces must be cleaned up.

"Well, that's how to do it."

"If someone is disobedient, notify Chen Lin to give them a dismissal, and let them know how powerful our Ming people are."

Hu Xian thought about it and expressed his support.

Coercion and temptation, co-opting the enemy's opponent, all kinds of methods are used, anyway, as long as you can win.

Soon, some people rode horses to various places on Ceylon to contact the various forces on Ceylon, and at the same time, Hu Xian's side also directly sent a team to Galle, the capital of the Koti Kingdom.

In the royal palace of Galle, the capital of the Koti Kingdom, Vero sat on his throne and was enjoying singing and dancing.

Since he killed his nephew and usurped the throne more than ten years ago, he has always been on the lookout for this, and for this reason he has also built temples on a large scale and vigorously supported the development of Buddhism, hoping to wash away his sins.

"Newspaper~"

At this time, someone hurried to the palace and shouted anxiously.

"Disappointment~"

Vero frowned slightly, he hated being disturbed when he was enjoying the song and dance, but it was obvious that something big should have happened, otherwise he would not have disturbed his interest at this time.

"Let's talk about it~"

Vero asked, pausing his singing and dancing.

"The Persians and Middle Easterners on the southwest coast were attacked by the Ming people, and the Lion City and Dharan City were occupied by the Ming people, and the Ming people also sent people to our Koti Kingdom."

The visitor said hurriedly.

The Ming people are too powerful, and the Middle Easterners and Persians who have not been able to drive out of their Koti Kingdom have been able to drive them out in the blink of an eye, and the Ming people have easily driven them out, and even their cities have been captured.

"Da Ming?"

"They took both the Lion City and the City of Dhahran?"

When Vero heard this, he was immediately shocked.

Since he came to power, Vero has attacked the Lion City of the Persians and the City of Dharan of the Middle Easterners more than once, but they have all failed, and each time he has lost a large number of men.

So he knew very well the strength of the Persians and the Middle Easterners, otherwise he would not have allowed them to build cities on the coast and occupy one side.

Of course, these Middle Easterners and Persians only came to Ceylon to do business, and did not intend to expand their territory aggressively, so he acquiesced to their existence.

Who knew that now, the Ming people actually came, and easily swept away the Middle Easterners and Persians, and the Lion City and Dharan City were occupied together.

"How many people are here?"

"How many troops do they have?"

Vero walked away anxiously, and after thinking about it, he quickly asked.

"There are a lot of people coming, and there are hundreds of light ships, and I'm afraid there are thousands of troops."

His men hurriedly replied.

"Thousands of troops?"

Vero frowned deeply, thought for a while and said, "Bring the messengers of the Great Ming people over and see what they say first." ”

Vero always felt that something was wrong, if the Persians and Middle Easterners were wolves, the Ming people gave him the feeling that they were tigers.

Soon, several Ming people came to the royal palace of Vero.

Yang Zhao came to the palace of the Koti Kingdom, and carefully observed the palace of the Koti Kingdom along the way, saying that it was the royal palace, but in fact, it was not even comparable to the mansions of the big families in the south of the Ming River.

The building is not tall, nor is it artistic, and the construction is very ordinary.

But like all the countries in the South and Western Oceans, they like to decorate their houses with gold, silver, jewelry, jade and jade.

As the royal palace of the most powerful kingdom of the Sinhalese people, the royal palace here also makes extensive use of this.

Thin flakes of gold fill the walls, bricks made of silver lay on the floor, and gems of all colors, all of the finest gemstones, are set everywhere and sparkle with a charming light.

They seem to want to spend all their wealth on decorating their house, which looks opulent but gives the impression of nondescript.

Soon, Yang Zhao saw Vero, as the king of the Koti Kingdom, he was also neatly dressed at this time, wearing gold and silver, jewelry, and dazzling eyes.

The ministers of the surrounding Koti Kingdom are all dressed in similar attire, and it seems that only in this way can they appear to be rich and extraordinary.

"Yang Zhao of Daming Western United Commercial House has seen His Majesty the King~"

Seeing Vero, Yang Zhao bowed slightly.

Well, it is naturally impossible to bow down, as a noble Ming man, he is not willing to kneel to this king of the Koti Kingdom at all, and he is not qualified.

"Bold~ Why don't you kneel when you see our king?"

Yang Zhao's move also immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of Vero's ministers, and someone immediately stood up and shouted loudly.

"I am a noble Ming person, except for our Ming Emperor, no one else is qualified to let me kneel."

Yang Zhao straightened his waist slightly and said very arrogantly.

"Forget it~"

Vero looked at Yang Zhao, waved his hand slightly, and said, "Your Excellency doesn't need to be polite, you Ming people came to our Ceylon Island this time, I don't know what you are doing?" ”

Vero saw that the Ming people were really not good at coming, and the good ones were not coming.

"Your Majesty, our Western United Trading House is here on behalf of the Ming merchants and want to ask you a few things."

Yang Zhao is still very dragged, this time he came over, he came to find fault, so that he can become famous.

"How many things?"

When Vero heard this, he thought for a while and said, "You are not the envoy of the Ming Dynasty?" ”

He always thought that the other party was the envoy of the Ming Dynasty, but after a long time, it turned out that the other party was not the envoy sent by the Ming Dynasty.

"It's not~"

Yang Zhao said very decisively.

"Tell me, what are some of those things?"

Vero was immediately slightly relieved, as long as it was not the Ming Dynasty, it would be fine, the Ming Dynasty was powerful, he had already heard of it, if the Ming Dynasty wanted to attack him, then he should consider the way back.

"First of all, why don't you allow my Ming merchants to come and do business, and why do you only sell this gem to Persians and Middle Easterners?"

"The second thing, why was my Ming merchant come to do business, why was he deliberately made things difficult, seized goods, and was forced to pay heavy taxes?"

Yang looked at Vero and asked in an extremely stern tone.