Chapter 1202: The Fate of the Far Southerners

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The Song Empire or the New China Empire established a supply point on Medan, of course, it was only a supply point when the expeditionary fleet left here, and now when the returning fleet returns, there is a port city standing here.

A port city much larger than Antony Grand Harbor, Medan is a large island where the natives have even established several small kingdoms and tribal alliances, and it has been at war until the arrival of the new Chinese players, with primitive and chaotic beliefs at war.

The natives of the island are ignorant and unproductive, and they can turn a feud between two people into a conflict between tribes and tribes for a handful of iron tools and a bag of seeds.

The appearance of the Song Empire's expeditionary fleet made this group of natives understand what is called the power of heaven, and then a large number of industrial products arrived in Medan through the portal, and these natives were fortunate to see how a super infrastructure team with the bonus of extraordinary power built a city in five days.

When the returning fleet drove along the road to the port of Medan, many natives of the island emerged on the coastline, throwing themselves to the ground in the direction of the fleet and bowing their respects.

"If we hadn't mastered the extraordinary power and had been communicating with the Old World all these years, I'm afraid it would be us who knelt there." A Jutunheim pointed to the natives in the distance and said to his companions, "This time, no matter what, we will have to learn from the Seris." ”

The elves were also observing the human city, the first Seris city they had seen, and they were trying to reconstruct the outline of an empire.

Several small boats patrolling the harbor approached, and the one led by the one quickly shot a bright white ball of light into the sky, which represented the return of the returning fleet, and if it was a red ball of light, it meant that the enemy was approaching.

"How's the Far South? Did you take the opportunity to fight a few games with the EU? The captain of the patrol boat tilted his head and shouted to the captain of the Daybreaker-class battleship from a distance of more than ten meters: "Did you bring back any local products?" ”

The captain of Xu Yichen's ship smiled and threw out a bottle of spirits from the Far South from the ship: "You just want to ask me if I brought wine back!" ”

The captain turned around and said to Xu Yichen: "The one below is called Chen Wangyang, he and I are the same batch of retirees, but unfortunately his fate is not good when he draws lots, so he can only stay here as a governor to play. ”

Xu Yichen didn't expect that the raunchy middle-aged uncle below was the governor of the city in front of him, and the other party had already climbed up the cable when he was talking, with the bottle of spirits in his mouth.

The governor bit off the cork, tasted the liquor in the bottle slightly, and then spit it out: "What kind of bird wine, it's not as pure as the brewing of these Medan people, and the level of the barbarians over there is just not good." ”

The governor's words made the faces of several Far South natives not look good, but they were stronger than people, and they could only smile and pretend that they didn't hear it.

The captain coughed, turned around and introduced them one by one: "This is political commissar Xu Yichen, and you should be familiar with his name." ”

Chen Wangyang, the governor who was still arrogant just now, immediately saluted Xu Yichen, Xu Yichen also returned the salute, and Molinos's eyes narrowed into a slit when he looked at this scene.

"This is the ruler of the Amazonian tribes, Lady Hippolyta." The captain would not call a tribal leader of a few hundred people Her Majesty, she was not qualified.

Fortunately, Hippolyta doesn't have any queen frame, she doesn't value her status and status, and the Amazons have known a long time ago that face is not given by others, but by strength.

Governor Chen Wangyang carefully looked at the Amazon Queen and her guards from top to bottom, and muttered: "This is a special product." ”

"This is the leader of the Far South Druids, Mr. Gast, who founded the Ring of Pastoral Trees, and this time they have come to study with us." The captain ignored Chen Wangyang and directly introduced the next one.

"Welcome, our druids never end to what we need!" This time, the governor finally smiled, stepped forward and shook hands with Master Gast: "I hope your apprentices can become successful as soon as possible, and the supply point in Medan is thirsty!" ”

Medan is also covered by forests, and human activities here are inseparable from the help of druids, especially those of the new druids, who can double the food production of a village chief by one person.

In the Loess region, druids are in full swing, and it is impossible for Medan to apply for a few druids from the mainland, at least a year later.

Therefore, the governor paid attention to these 'foreign monks' who came from afar.

"This is the prince of the Elven tribe of the Far South, Legolas, our friend." The captain added an accent to the word friend when introducing Legolas, and also emphasized the identity of the other prince, as the successor of the Song Empire, they recognized the greatness of the Elven Court era, and recognized the identity of this prince.

"If it's a friend, we'll have a few drinks later!" The Doge shook Legolas' hand, and though the elves were accustomed to the handshake, the Doge gave him no choice.

"This is the leader of the elves of Silvermoon City, Lord Molinos." The captain took the opportunity to introduce the elves of Silvermoon City standing opposite Legolas: "There will be a lot of technical cooperation between us and them. ”

The Governor nodded to Molinos, he and the Captain had known each other for a long time, and it was only a few simple words that he could understand the meaning behind each other's words.

To put it simply, this group of Silver Moon City elves is a fat sheep to be slaughtered, they have some value, but it doesn't matter, what will happen in the future depends on their own choice.

"They are representatives sent by the Judtonheim tribe." When the Judtonheim were introduced, the captain didn't even bother to waste his words: "It doesn't matter much. ”

Several of the Jutunheim's faces were swollen, and as a barbarian tribe rich in berserkers, they were not known for their good tempers.

But a few fighters quickly became discouraged again, because Xu Yichen was standing beside them, and they had all seen the strength of that Seris.

When Karui decided not to go to the Loess in person, the fate of the Judtonheim had already been decided, they could only be the natives of the Far South, and if they stood in the way of the New Chinese people, they would treat it as an ant, and if they happened to get in the way, they would be crushed over.

The two Jutunheim shipbuilders had vaguely felt this trend, but there was nothing they could do, they were just shipwrights, not even qualified warriors, and they had no say in the tribe.