The ships of the South China Sea Fleet went north along the coastline, while Zheng Xing's marines left their artillery and other baggage on the transport ships, and the soldiers were armed with flintlock pistols and scimitars at their waists, and went north along the land route lightly.

Along the way, the Marines contacted the Han Chinese, pacified the natives, and searched for lone Xiyi fighters.

Originally, the land march was faster than the #Fleet in the Sea, but with such a delay, the Marines often fell behind the fleet, and the ships were forced to wait for the Marines on the shore.

When the marines marched to the central part of the west coast, they encountered the Potbelly Kingdom formed by the local Babula, Bazehai, and Hongya tribes in the villages of Shuili Society and Banxian Society.

The Babula, Bazehai, and Hongya tribes were originally of the same origin, but later divided into different villages, and because there are no written records, they all lost their own history, and each village became an independent people, which is very similar to the situation of the inhabitants of Sakhalin.

Now the aborigines on the island of Taiwan are still in the stage of slash-and-burn farming, and there is no writing of their own at all, even if there is a big belly kingdom, it is not a country in the real sense, it is just the prototype of the country, a tribal alliance formed on the basis of several villages, and the co-owner of the tribal alliance is called the big belly king.

In the fourth year of the Great Tomorrow Apocalypse (1624 AD), the Dutch attacked the Potbelly Kingdom, but failed to break through the village, and then retreated, and the Potbelly Kingdom now maintains an independent state, with a total population of 8,000 people.

The territory of the Potbelly Kingdom extends to the coastline and is on the road north of Zheng Xing.

Zheng Xing didn't dare to call the shots, he figured out some things about the Potbelly Kingdom, and then took the Cangshan boat to the "Nanhai" Guangzhou ship to meet Zheng Zhilong.

"Commander, on the way forward of the Marine Corps, they encountered an indigenous big-bellied kingdom, Zheng Xing didn't dare to be self-conscious, so he came to ask the commander for advice."

"Potbelly Kingdom?" Zheng Zhilong frowned, hearing such information, he was also in pain, "If it is not destroyed, it will be difficult for the north and south of Taiwan to be effectively connected, and the management of Taiwan in the future will bring many unexpected problems. ”

"Commander, this is the difficulty." Zheng Xing scratched the back of his head, "Otherwise, with the flintlock pistol of the Marine Corps, I would have leveled its pot-bellied kingdom a long time ago." ”

"陛xià¤dǐng¤diǎn¤小¤語,.≌.↙os_(); During the Northern Expedition and the Southern Expedition last year, they were faced with alien races, and killing was inevitable, but I don't know His Majesty's attitude towards these natives. "Zheng Zhilong can't do it, the first two wars were not like these natives on Taiwan Island, I don't know what Zhu Youzhen's attitude towards the natives is.

Zheng Xing remembered, "Commander, I heard that during the Northern Expedition, he killed a large number of Jiannu, and Mangui seems to be a murderer, and I haven't seen His Majesty punish him." ”

"Zheng Xing, you don't know, these natives are different from Jiannu after all, His Majesty has repeatedly warned me to protect the Han people in Nanyang," Zheng Zhilong pondered for a while, "That's it, let's salute first and then the soldiers, if we really can't convince the Potbelly Kingdom, we will destroy it, the goal of the military is to conquer, as for how to govern Taiwan, it is a civilian matter, if even the conquest is not completed, how can we govern?" We are going to hand over to the imperial court a complete island of Taiwan. ”

"Yes, Commander, I see." With the direction, the courage on Zheng Xing's shoulders was much lighter.

"Master Zheng, is it difficult to conquer? Do you want to bring a few guns ashore? ”

"No, Commander," Zheng Xing hurriedly waved his hand, "I have already observed the terrain of the Potbelly Kingdom, there are no castles at all, just a few villages, and a flintlock gun is enough." ”

"Master Zheng, once you decide to conquer by force, you must take down the Potbelly King, if you can't capture it alive, then kill it, and you must not leave this scourge behind." Zheng Zhilong is worried that once the Big-Bellied King escapes, he will continue to organize people to continue to oppose the Ming in the future, which will leave endless disasters.

"Yes, Commander, I promise to complete this mission." Zheng Xing saluted Zheng Zhilong, "Commander, then I'll go back?" ”

"Go ahead, you must be careful, it is best to convince the Potbelly Kingdom."

"My subordinates understand."

When Zheng Xing returned to the shore, he immediately summoned Wu Caimao's 11th Marine Brigade, accompanied by Han Chinese who knew the local language, to the Potbelly Society, where the Potbelly King was located, to meet the Potbelly King in person.

Hearing the arrival of the army, the Potbelly King led a group of male and female socialists to welcome out of the Potbelly Society, and the two sides met at the entrance of the village.

"Your Excellency the Potbelly King, we are an army from the Ming Dynasty of the Celestial Empire, and we are here to pay a visit to the Potbelly King." Zheng Xing bowed to the potbelly king.

"Celestial Empire? Where is Daming? The potbelly king couldn't help but bow down, and he didn't even return the salute, he just stared at Zheng Xing's face, as if Zheng Xing was a little white face.

"Da Ming, in the west." Zheng Xing was unhappy in his heart, but he still stretched out his finger and pointed to the far west, "King of Big Belly, aren't there Han people nearby?" Haven't you heard the message of the Great Ming? ”

"I have heard of it," the Potbelly King held up a felt hat on his head that was crooked by the wind, "However, I heard from the Han people that the Ming Dynasty was so poor that the people were dying of hunger, so they ventured to the land of the Potbelly Kingdom, hey, for God's sake, I reluctantly agreed to take them in." ”

"You ......" Zheng Xing felt a surge of anger in his heart, but he remembered Zheng Zhilong's instructions, so he took a deep breath and reluctantly suppressed his anger, "Potbelly King, this is just their one-sided words, Da Ming has just conquered the Dutch. ”

"I don't care about this, but you can tell me, why did the Ming army come to our land?" The pot-bellied king slanted at Zheng Xing.

The conquest of the Netherlands was not able to scare the Potbelly King, Zheng Xing's heart was half cold, but he still said what he was about to say, "Your Excellency the Potbelly King, Taiwan is lonely overseas, Xiyi."

"Join Daming? Why are you? The big belly king's eyes were slightly closed just now, and they suddenly widened, "Where are you coming from, don't beat my idea of the big belly kingdom again." ”

"King of Big Belly, if you join the Ming Dynasty, my Imperial Majesty will definitely let you live a better life, everyone has food to eat, and everyone has clothes to wear." Zheng Xing is ready to try it one last time.

"Haha......" The pot-bellied king looked up to the sky and laughed, "Daming is so poor that he can't even support his own people, can he make us live better?" We now work at sunrise and return at sunset, so that everyone really has food to eat and clothes to wear. ”

"If the potbelly king refuses to submit to the Ming Dynasty, then I have to ask for a flintlock pistol." Zheng Xing's tone was obviously aggravated, he knew that there was basically no hope for peace talks.

"Seven years ago, there was a devil Xiyi who came to fight my idea of the Big-Bellied Kingdom, but it didn't turn out to be a failure?" The pot-bellied king didn't care, and he skimmed Zheng Xing's threatening words with contempt.

"Ready to shoot!" Looking at the men and women holding knives, forks and farm tools opposite, Zheng Xing really didn't have the desire to kill#Wang, "King Potbelly, if you don't lend me a road first, we will go to the north to eliminate Xiyi." ”

The Potbelly King was even more disdainful: "This is the land of my Potbelly Kingdom, and no one can step into it without my permission." ”

The Ming army had already raised their flintlock pistols, and they began to aim.

The potbelly king didn't know what to say to the villagers, and hundreds of men and women suddenly seemed to see ducks in the pond, and they shouted one by one and pounced on the Ming army.

"Shoot." If Zheng Xing doesn't give the order again, the Ming army will be in danger.

"Bang."

"Bang."

"Bang."

……

The soldiers of the Marine Corps stood in three rows, as they were trained in peacetime, and the flintlock muskets fired basically non-stop.

The men and women suddenly tripped over as if they had been tripped by ducks, and immediately fell to a large extent.

The villagers in the back watched blankly as their companions fell and screamed, but they did not stop their footsteps and continued to act as targets for flintlock pistols.

Holding a wooden fork, the Potbelly King personally commanded in the middle of the procession and attacked with the flow of people.

He suddenly found that the villagers who had just run in front had all fallen, and they were either motionless or rolling in a wide area, and the ground was covered with blood, and if they were not careful, they might slip and fall on the muddy road.

"Huh? What's going on? The Potbelly King lowered his head and looked at the corpses under his feet, as well as the wounded rolling next to the corpses, "Hurry up, the Ming army didn't use knives and guns at all, are you really injured?" ”

Zheng Xing saw that the Big-Bellied King was already approaching the range of the flintlock pistol, and was worried that after he came to his senses, he turned around and ran back, "The flintlock pistol extends its firepower and targets the Potbelly King." ”

"Bang, bang, bang......"

I don't know how many flintlock pistol bullets shot into the body of the potbelly king, and the robe in front of him was concave to the side of his body one after another, and there were two bullets that hit the face door almost at the same time.

Blood, at first, was a trickle, and soon gathered in the crotch of the river.

The Potbelly King slowly raised his head, as if to see who was shooting at him, but he was disappointed, there were thousands of soldiers aiming and shooting with guns.

The executioner was in the crowd, but the potbelly king didn't know which one it was.

A hurricane blew from the sea, and the Potbelly King's somewhat crooked felt hat was blown off by the hurricane, and he stretched out his right hand, as if to grab the felt hat that symbolized the status of the Potbelly King, but his body could no longer support it, and with the wave of his right hand, the Potbelly King's body tilted to the right, and his legs were slowly bent.

"Boom!"

The Potbelly King's body fell heavily to the ground, splashing blood on the ground.

This arrogant pot-bellied king has left a heavy mark in history - the last pot-bellied king.

"Surround the past, there are those who resist, don't count to kill." Zheng Xing's voice quickly muffled the echo of the potbelly king falling to the ground.

The gunners fired as they quickly advanced to the left and right.

At first, some villagers held wooden forks and shovels, ready to fight to the death with the Ming army, but these early birds didn't even have a chance to make a move, so they went to another world with their pot-bellied king to kill.

The remaining hundreds of men and women have been completely surrounded by the soldiers of the Marine Corps.

The potbelly king is newly dead, they no longer have the backbone, and no one has come out to take the lead.

The Han Chinese, who were following behind the marines, shouted at the villagers in the encirclement, at the behest of Zheng Xing: "If you want to avoid death, you should lay down your weapons and kneel on the ground." ”

There was another hurricane with a fishy smell blowing on the sea, and this hurricane came just in time, not only blowing off the wooden sticks, knives and forks in the hands of the villagers, but also blowing the remaining hundreds of villagers to the ground on their knees.