On the official road, there was an embarrassed procession, covered in mud and water, with a withered appearance, and trudging through the mud with difficulty.

He led a skinny horse, and now he did not dare to ride a horse not much bigger than a donkey. This is his only possession at present, and it is really embarrassing that the once invincible governor of Dutch Java has now fallen to this point.

Since stepping into Macau, tragic things have happened one after another. Having destroyed the fleet built by the Dutch Empire, the king of the Netherlands must have hated him to death. Now he does not dare to return to the Netherlands, and he does not even dare to imagine what happened to his Dutch family. The first thing the king of Holland did when he saw him was to order his soldiers to hang him.

I thought that after attaching to Houjin, he would have a good life, and he did spend a comfortable time. But as Huang Taiji moved westward, he left Liaodong, which made him feel comfortable. Follow Huang Taiji to attack the majestic capital of the Ming Empire.

Under the capital, Huang Taiji returned with a feather. Although the defeat did not greatly damage Huang Taiji's vitality, it brought back a deadly germ. On the way back to Xi'an, the plague quietly spread among the army. First someone had a cough, then a high fever. People who are seriously ill start dying constantly!

Those who were sick had blister-like things on their faces, as if they had a toad skin attached to them. When you die, your hands and feet turn black. Many people were walking on the road and suddenly fell to the ground and died. There were also people who died alone in the house, and no one knew that the people in the house were dead until the smell of corpses was heard.

Looking at those dark hands, I remembered a creepy name - the Black Death. This disease has claimed the lives of tens of millions of people in Europe. Unexpectedly, in the far east, I saw this ghost again.

People died in large numbers, including Jurchens, Mongols, and naturally Han Chinese. This disease does not choose race, it does not choose status. It doesn't matter if you're a noble Baylor or a lowly slave. As long as you are alive, the disease will not spare anyone.

The Dutch are also human, and some of his men are also infected.

When the number of infected people broke out in a geometric progression, Kaiichi decided to flee with his people. Maybe you will die if you flee, but if you stay here, you will die, at least there is a glimmer of hope for escape.

In the darkness of the night, he began to flee with a hundred and ten of his men. To his surprise, Huang Taiji and Dolgon did not send men to hunt them down. Perhaps they have more important things to deal with now, and stabilizing the army of 100,000 Eight Banners is far more important than chasing down 100 fleeing red-haired people.

The Dutch, who don't know the road, are trekking hard in Shaanxi. I often go to a village and try to ask someone for directions, only to find a red-eyed wild dog wandering the streets. There are also chickens, ducks, geese, and even mice. It's just no one!

When you see such a village, you will walk around. The terrible Black Death, which seemed to be able to spread in the air. Since manpower is irresistible, dodging becomes the best option.

More often than not, seeing people is more terrifying than not seeing people. Those faces were covered with rashes, blisters, and thick water. People who cough incessantly, and venom-like sticky phlegm spurting out of their mouths beckons to them.

It's not a beckon, it's a call of death.

When encountering such a person, it was a shot without saying a word or two, and then everyone left the road and marched around the corpse.

There is no provision, no supplement. After the dry food was gone, they ate everything they could eat on the way. I just don't dare to go into those villages where there are people or no people. Sometimes, the people in the village are normal. The hungry Dutchman wanted to go in and grab a handful, but when a man came out of the house with a cough, he turned around and left.

Fan Nuan's spring turned the official road that had fallen into disrepair into something like a muddy pond. Helplessly, he could only lead people to march on this road, cursing this land cursed by the gods, while marching with difficulty, often not walking much in a day. Hunger, fatigue, and relentlessly assault this team. The most helpless thing is that all of them have no purpose.

They don't know where they're going or where they're going. Maybe tomorrow morning, I will fall to the ground and never wake up.

"Poof" stepped into the mud puddle one by one, and the mud suddenly reached his knees. It took a lot of effort to pull my foot out of the mud. After pulling it out, I felt that it was wrong, and his mother's boots were left inside. As a last resort, he had to get his boots out of the mud again. Pouring the mud off the boots is a daunting task.

It was easy to find a clean meadow with a small river on the side. This can be regarded as saving the life of Kuichi, if you don't wash your boots. If the pebbles inside had blistered his feet, he would have been thrown on the side of the road and starved to death.

There was a high mountain in front of me, and I didn't care. These days they have climbed over too many mountains and waded through quite a few rivers. They didn't know where they were going, they just knew that they were going to a place where there was no plague and they could eat and drink enough. A place like that is heaven for them.

I picked a few unknown fruits, washed them in the water and ate them. I don't know what kind of ghost fruit this is, but I get more and more hungry when I eat it. There was always a flame burning inside the stomach, and the wriggling intestines collided with each other, emitting an endless wail.

"Stop! What for? Two black dots appeared in the distance, and although they were far away, he could tell at a glance that they were holding new muskets in their hands.

Look at whether the costume is the Ming army, or the Ming army like the Liao army. Belch...... It seems to be a little different, the Liao army is all short-haired, and these Ming soldiers have long hair on their heads, and those who don't know will think they are women.

Obviously, the Ming army was also frightened by a group of guys with colorful hair and curly hair. The failure to shoot and kill these living ghosts immediately is already the result of years of accumulation of military literacy.

"We are the envoys of the Netherlands, and we are here to meet the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty." Since the other party is a Ming army, Yu Yi simply gave himself the title of an envoy. After such a long time, he also knows that the Chinese nation is a hospitable nation. Envoys, often treated well here.

Of course, he is not afraid of being debunked and wants to verify his identity. Then he would need to go to the distant Netherlands, and as far as he knew, the people of the Ming Empire had not yet mastered such superb seafaring skills. As the owner of the title of coachman at sea, the Dutch were confident in their sailing skills.

"Envoy?" The two Ming soldiers were obviously strange that these ghosts could actually speak human words.

After living in Daming for a few years, Yu Yi not only speaks Chinese, but also Jurchen. If you're in a hurry, it's okay to have two sentences of Mongolian dialect.

"Yes! We are the envoys of the Netherlands, and we ask to see your Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty. Take me to your superiors! He raised his hand and shouted loudly.

The two Ming soldiers glanced at each other and agreed with the Dutch envoy. After all, even the Jurchens have not grown into such a deep-eyed and high-nosed virtue. Han...... They have never seen anything like this, and it is too difficult to impersonate.

The method of summoning his companions was very simple, and one of the guys fired a shot into the air. Soon, soldiers poured out of the woods. The officer at the head rode a horse, holding a whip in his hand and staggering as he looked at him.

"Honorable Mr. Officer, I am an envoy sent by the Netherlands to pay homage to the Ming Emperor. Ask about your official position! As soon as he noticed that the army in front of him was almost no different from Li Xiao's Liao army, except for the fact that his hair was longer.

If there is one person who is most afraid to see now, the first person is the King of the Netherlands. ranked second is Li Xiao, the commander of the Liao army. Not for anything else, just because Li Xiao knows the details of the one.

"In the Ming Dynasty, the commander of the first division of the Nanjing Forbidden Army, Shi Dewei!" Stilwell, who was sitting on the horse, was very rude, and just nodded at him. This is not at all etiquette for the envoys!

Teachers? It seems that only the senior officers in the Liao army are called division commanders, so this guy in front of him must be a big official. Nanjing Forbidden Army...... As soon as he remembered, the Jurchens had fought with them in Liaodong. Zilharang and Dolgon, who were valued by Huang Taiji, were almost crushed by this army. But I've heard ...... They don't seem to be subordinate to the Liao army!

"Are you a general?"

"Sort of! Since you are an envoy, you have a national credential. Can there be a royal scepter? The other party claimed to be an envoy, but Stilwell had never seen an envoy so embarrassed.

"Naturally, there is a national letter, but it is to present to His Majesty the Ming Emperor. We were robbed by the Jurchens, and we have met you through hardships. I heard that the Ming Dynasty is a country that pays attention to etiquette, is this how you treat the envoys who come to visit the emperor of your country with good intentions? "After many years of life in the Ming Dynasty, I immediately began to make trouble.

The people of the Ming Dynasty, as long as the emperor is used to suppress them, these people will definitely obey.

"Humph! Turning into a barbarian, he actually understands the etiquette of my Celestial Empire, which is also rare. Since you are an envoy, then you have the right to believe in you. Take your people, come along. Stilwell didn't look at the envoy, and flicked his horsewhip and went straight back to his military formation. After a few words of command to the guy who looked like a small officer, he went into the forest again with his entourage.

I didn't know that I had just picked up a life. Because there is a big man in the forest who is resting now, Stilwell came all the way from Nanjing to escort this big man.

Zhu Youzhen is finished, Luzhu is bombarded with a large-caliber mortar, and Zhu Youzhen's legal heirs are also finished. The country cannot be without a monarch for a day, and several bigwigs in Nanjing discussed, and the Ming Dynasty still had to have an emperor. So they chose and chosen, and they decided that Zhu Yujian, the son of the Tang King, would be the next emperor of the Ming Empire.

Tang Wang was placed in Ankang, which is why Stilwell came here with his team.

This Zhu Yujian is the eighth grandson of Zhu Yuanzhang, the twenty-third son of Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang, the eighth grandson of Tang King Zhu Huan, his grandfather is Tang Duan King Zhu Shuoxi, his father is Tang Duan Wang's son Zhu Qiqi, and his mother is Queen Xuan's Mao family.

In terms of blood, there is no comparison with Zhu Yihai, the king of Lu. However, it is better to be in the south, and it is the closest bloodline among the princes in the south. It is rare that His Majesty the Emperor was ten years old at the time.

Young and obedient. This is what the bigwigs value the most, as for the bloodline. Anyway, the surname Zhu is fine, even if they really lead the pig, they will not object.

"General Shi, what's going on outside?" Perhaps living in the south of the water and soil problems, ten-year-old Zhu Yujian is not tall. He looks like he's seven or eight years old, but this kid is very clever. can also speak, and seeing that Stilwell is always General Shi's shouting. This greatly satisfied Stilwell's vanity!

Obviously, this is another guy who only has a long heart and no eyes.

"Oh! The Dutch envoy came, but was plundered by the Jurchens. Only then did he escape, and he waited until he went to Nanjing to ascend the throne, and then he could meet him. "Although it's only a ten-year-old doll, after all, he is the emperor, and he should be respectful.

"The Dutch State? I heard from overseas merchants that they all had red hair. Many people call them red-haired people, and Lone has heard that they are very good at driving boats, and their firearms are also very powerful. I just don't know, their firearms are powerful, or General Shi's firearms are more powerful. The little boy has a natural love for weapons, and Zhu Yujian likes the revolver that Stilwell has pinned to his waist.

"Hooray, please rest early, we have to hurry tomorrow." When Stilwell heard the word firearm, his heart immediately tightened.

All along, the arms of the Nanjing Forbidden Army had to be controlled by Li Xiao. There is no way to let Li Xiao control it, because the weapons are all made by Li Xiao. In particular, the gunpowder of firearms and artillery, no matter how the prisoners are distributed, cannot be compared to the smokeless and powerful gunpowder of Li Xiao.

I met this group of Dutch people today, whether they were Dutch or Franco, they were a little more skilled than Ming in terms of firearms. Ask them, and there may be a windfall.

Such a thing actually needs a child to remind it. Stiltway felt like he had a fever on his face!

After settling Zhu Yujian, Stilwell came to Kui Yi again. The Dutch Imperial envoy is now dealing with a bowl of noodles with all his might.

Because it was on the march, the meal could only be eaten on the march. Speaking of this marching meal, it was also the first to be made by the Liao army. Stilwell admired the Liao army, how could he drum up anything. It's called somen noodles, and it's easy to carry and store. And it is easy to cook in the pot, pour the canned meat of the Liao army into the pot, and it will not take long to cook a pot of delicious food.

The taste was much better than the corn rice eaten by the Ming army.

At this time! He was holding a rice bowl with a large head, and a large pot of noodles snorted and poured it into his mouth, as if this guy didn't need to chew at all, just pour it into it.

This ...... It's been a fucking long time since I've eaten!