"What a fight!"

Yang Feng stood in front of the window, holding a cast-iron radiator, looking at the retreating villages outside, and categorically rejected Gao Huai's attack plan. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"This is icy and snowy, let's talk about it next spring!"

Then he added.

He won't attack Liaoxi at this time, if that's the case, Yinzhen will definitely give up attacking Goryeo, so how can he still play the population elimination plan in Goryeo? He can understand the psychology of the front-line soldiers who have made meritorious contributions, but the military is to serve politics, and before Emperor Yang has achieved the goal of reducing the population of Goryeo by one or two million, they should bear with it!

Besides, this time is indeed not suitable for attacking, and the winter in the northeast is not so easy.

At this moment, the whistle sounded outside, the speed of the train began to slow down, and a tall chimney appeared in his field of vision, and the smoke on the chimney rose in the snow like a black demon dragon, and disappeared into the clouds of almost the same color, and under these chimneys, there was a large factory surrounded by snow, showing the difference, the snowflakes that were constantly melting by the heat released by the blast furnaces, forming a dense mist in this factory.

This is Tangshan Iron and Steel Plant.

The second largest steel plant in Daming.

Trains laden with ore continue to leave the nearby iron ore mines, and then merge into the steel plant, turning into high-quality steel rails that are reloaded onto trains and transported to Tianjin, and transported to Beijing, supporting the two railways from Beijing to Hankou, and from Beijing to Pukou, which are planned to be completed in five to ten years, along with Yangfeng on Longhai Road, as the skeleton of the railway network north of the Yangtze River, and another branch line has begun to be built from the new port of Qingdao to Jinan.

"What's that?"

Yang Feng asked, pointing to a busy construction site not far away.

It was a luxurious palace-like building, built on a square platform, the high platform was made of stone on all sides, and there were steps leading to the top, although it was snowing, but the workers did not stop the construction, and at this time a metal sun and moon emblem was being hoisted to the top of the palace, and the white sun and yellow moon were particularly conspicuous in the snow.

"That, that's the ancestral hall where the people worship His Majesty."

Gao Huai said cautiously.

"Well, that's extravagant!"

Yang Feng said.

"The people here have made a lot of money because of the steel mill and various mines, which is also a little filial piety of theirs."

Gao Huai said.

In fact, the construction of Emperor Yang's ancestral hall is becoming a kind of local wealth show off activities, initially just an ordinary ancestral hall, and later as the people become richer and richer, coupled with the psychology of local officials, Emperor Yang's ancestral hall is more and more luxurious, and they have begun to develop towards the palace, Tangshan is not luxurious, Jiangsu and Zhejiang are the real luxury, especially Hangzhou's directly built on the top of Wu Mountain, the sun and moon emblem is carved with a whole piece of white marble as high as a zhang, and the yellow crescent moon is not painted, but directly pasted with gold leaf.

"It's too extravagant, it's not good!"

Emperor Yang said very casually, and then there was no follow-up.

The establishment of religion is not so simple, it needs to be carried out imperceptibly step by step, encourage the folk to build a shrine, and idolize him from the emperor This is a beginning, install Jinyiwei in the people, guide the people to worship him and make it deified, this is the second step, and then he also needs to publish another quotation of Emperor Yang, and then spread it among the people through Jinyiwei, which is the third step. And it is impossible for him himself to stand up and say that the common people believe in such and such a religion, this is impossible, he is God, and God himself should not come out to advocate a certain religion by himself, because he is above religion, religion is human and not God, religion is founded by man in order to serve God, not God wants man to found, and it is even more unlikely that God himself will say what kind of religion he is.

Now let's build an ancestral hall first, and then spread the quotations, so that it will last for decades and basically stabilize the godhead.

In fact, according to him, it will really take decades to pass, and he estimates that he should really become a god, his protective golden dragon is blowing up like a balloon after the construction of the ancestral hall and more and more people are worshipping, and now it is no longer wrapped around him, then the whole has buried him, like a moving house on him, but there is no weight, although he still does not open his eyes and is always asleep, but he can also feel that it is obviously more active than in the past, according to this growth rate in a few decades, it should be as big as a mountain.

As for the ability, it is even more terrifying.

The area around him now where the golden dragon is entrenched cannot be invaded by the slightest poisonous substance, for example, when he walks into the black smoke of the boiler, the black smoke will automatically disappear, if he is allowed to stand in a black smoke, there will be a dragon-shaped silhouette around his body that ordinary people can see with the naked eye, this ability even his pile of wives are stained, after all, at this time, the problem of air pollution has begun to appear in Yingtian, and having him is like having an air purifier.

As for strength or anything, it's not worth mentioning.

It also made him more deified in the minds of his subjects.

The dragon is added to the body, what else can it be if it is not a god?

In other words, he is also curious now, if the temples in the world are replaced with his ancestral shrines, how big will this thing grow? Will you wake up directly? And what happens when it wakes up?

In short, Emperor Yang is also looking forward to it.

In order to see this day, the Ming Dynasty must also go out to expand the territory, and then let more people take refuge in front of Emperor Yang's temple, as for those who refuse to convert, then simply go to death.

Believe in Yang Feng and get eternal life, and those who don't believe will die!

Just as he was taking his special train and sailing along the Jingshan Railway to Beijing, in the distant Indian Ocean, two huge fleets set up a classic battle line, constantly spraying flames at each other, the blue sea was filled with gunsmoke, cannonballs were whistling, water columns rose into the sky, and the explosion of cannonballs resounded in the sky.

This was the final decisive battle between the Nanyang Fleet and the Crusader Fleet of the Ming Navy.

It was also the final decisive battle between the Ming and the Netherlands for supremacy in the eastern sea, and the Dutch, who had no way out, in order to keep their colonies in the Indian Ocean, in order to keep their last treasure house in the East, and of course, to preserve the last bit of dignity of the coachmen at sea, although there was little hope, they still chose to meet the battle under the leadership of their fleet commander. For to their right is the coast of Ceylon, and on the other side of them is the Coromandel coast, and even here you can see the coast of Marbara, and these three places constitute the most central Dutch colony in the East.

They have no choice.

On every battleship, the Dutch sailors were busy desperately, falling in the shrapnel of the shells, wailing and screaming under the flames of white phosphorus, but the living still struggled in vain with their cannons.

A truly futile struggle.

Their spherical flowering shells, which they had purchased at high prices from the British, could not penetrate the decks of the Ming battleships, and like balls hitting the walls, they were constantly bounced off by the solid teak wood up to two feet thick, and fell into the sea with the fusing wooden tube fuses, stirring up columns of water that were worthless, even with their forty-two-pounder guns.

And their deck could not stop the flowering shells of the forty-pound rifled guns, and with the roar of the Ming naval guns, the pointed cylindrical shells filled with gunpowder easily entered their cabins, and then harvested lives with terrifying explosions.

What's more, there are four eighty-pound cannons.

The two terrible schooners, sailing at high speed on their other side, kept firing deadly shells at them from two kilometers away.

It's like two ghosts.

Nothing can resist their bombardment, eighty pounds of huge cannonballs, easily smashed the decks of Dutch warships, and then easily tore their bodies with the terrifying power of a dozen pounds of gunpowder explosion, on the smooth sea like a mirror, a ball of flames like a volcanic eruption continued to explode, one after another once galloped the sea overlords of the sea were shattered, the shattered wreckage burned on the sea, and thick smoke billowed into the sky.

On the other side of them, more than a dozen warships lined up in battle lines, constantly pouring shells at them, and on the towering masts, red dragons hunted and danced with the sun and moon flags.

This is the banner of a new generation of hegemons.

"That's the technology gap? It's ridiculous that we are so ambitious, ridiculous that we are so empty-eyed, we think that we have a bigger fleet, we have better captains, we have more qualified sailors, we think we can easily defeat them, but as a result, in the face of technological superiority we are like a bunch of clowns, they wave their brooms with ease, sweep us all into the garbage heap, the era of the Netherlands is over, I have witnessed her glory, but I also witnessed her fall. ”

In the captain's room of the William III, Admiral Bank said with a wry smile, picked up his wine glass and drank it all.

Almost at the same time.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang.

The bulkhead not far from him suddenly turned into countless pieces of wood and sprayed in, and at the same time a huge black shadow slammed into the deck in front of him.

Admiral Bank didn't move.

Although a piece of wood was stuck in his leg, he still sat there in his original position, picked up the bottle and filled it with wine, and the moment he put the glass to his mouth, his eyes suddenly turned into a sea of fire.

Looking at the flagships that were engulfed in flames, the four Dutch battleships that were still struggling on the sea, the captains gave orders gloomily, the white flags were raised, and the cannons stopped firing, and even those cannon doors were helplessly closed.

They surrendered.

"Onward, Aim Colombo!"

On the battleship Weihai, Luo Zhang said proudly.

Immediately afterwards, the huge Ming fleet sailed forward, towards the looming green horizon, to Ceylon, which had once been subservient to the Ming Dynasty, to tell them......

We're back again. (To be continued.) )