Chapter Forty-Eight: Meeting on the Beach

"These explosives are not enough, the priest needs to go back to heaven to meet their Lord, these explosives are simply not going to kill an adult," Moya is the mad dog Moya today, and he even put an eyepatch on his face. Before the battle began, there was an extra wound cut by a sharp sword on his face, and the faces of Wade, Shrike and others behind him were also fresh wounds.

These wounds frightened Father Ulysses Andrade. He had no appetite for the breakfast that was delivered after midnight.

"Or a fat man sent to their heaven. Therefore, there must be more explosives in order to create a shocking scene. Isn't it?"

Father Ulysses Andrade was waiting for an opportunity, but when he saw that Moyadu was ready to leave, he hurriedly said:

"General Moya." Moya wasn't at all, but it seemed more appropriate to call it that way now.

"What if...... If I could live, I would give you the money I had intended to pay for my sins to the Lord."

Moya didn't stop, turning to leave the low, hot and humid cabin.

"The church is unfamiliar to you, you have to deal with them, you have to lie to them, you have to get their support. You have to believe that no one here is better at it than I am."

"How?" Hearing this, Mo Ya felt a little interesting and turned around directly.

"Who can be elevated to the bishop of a region in eleven years?" Father Ulysses Andrade knew that this was not enough. "Even if I am promoted to bishop, I have saved myself 310,000 silver coins."

When Mo Ya heard this, he prepared to leave directly. Wade, who had already stopped, began to continue to fill the outside of the gunpowder bag with iron nails and iron balls.

"Don't, don't. What you don't know, you don't know that the people who overthrew this Archbishop are actually in the Church. I will bring them to you, and you will know that there are far more people who want to kill this class of archbishops than you think."

Moya motioned for Wade to stop.

"Wade, he's yours. Before he's your man, there's something you have to do that you can't turn back."

"Give him the task of lighting the fuse, and if he succeeds in lighting those fifteen priest bombs, bring him back to me."

"I can't do that."

"It doesn't matter, you're standing in front of me anyway, and I'll take your place when you can't do it."

Crying and mourning, he still needs to continue to work, this is the state of Wen Tiren now.

"Don't you know what kind of person Your Majesty is?" Xiong Wencan will continue to comfort him, at this time, he needs Wen Tiren to perform this play well. As for after the play, it was His Majesty's decision of the Emperor, what does it have to do with him Xiong Wencan.

"Your Majesty is just worried about this battle, if you win it beautifully, Your Majesty will be happy, isn't it the same thing? What's more, now that this is in Fuzhou, who else dares to talk about this matter except for those few people in the big study."

As soon as he said this, he really persuaded Wen Tiren. What's more critical is that this is the case now, if he dares to pick a son, will it be even worse than now.

"Then I have to ask Lord Love Bear to have a lot of kind words in the future."

Soon, in Xiong Wencan's monoculars, a large number of small boats poured out of the armed merchant ships, speeding towards this piece of beach.

"Lord Xiong is in command, I can still cope with this scene."

After speaking, waving his hand, a team holding the black dragon flag, led by Wen Tiren, walked over to the wooden planks that had been laid on the beach in front.

The speed of the dinghy is fast.

Zhu Youjian stood on a temporary high platform not far away and saw the scene below clearly. On top of each dinghy sat more than thirty Dutch soldiers in plate armor and armed muskets.

Sun Chengzong and many staff officers and liaison soldiers were nervously handling various military affairs in the back.

"Can you see the signal that the submarine is in place?"

"Not yet."

Sun Chengzong nodded, the speed of travel underwater is much slower than that on the water. Although the manpower submarine had been placed very close to the Dutch fleet last night, it should not have reached the original attack position.

The Dutchman's dinghy soon arrived at the beach, and Wen Tiren and the seventy or eighty people composed of the brocade guards did not move, but just stood there and waited. The Dutchman's dinghy, full of soldiers, only came to a halt, and only one dinghy full of priests continued until it reached the beach.

Then, stepping on the ankle-high seawater, led by fifteen priests in two rows holding various flags, the mad dog Moya took the lead and was accompanied by the remaining dozen servants, and all stopped not far from Wen Tiren.

"We brought our gift to Daming." It was still the interpreter who stood in front, and Moya, dressed in plate armor and wearing a helmet, stood with the rest of the servants. Even if you speak, for a while, you can't find out who is talking.

"Is that the army of thousands of men in the back?" Wen Tiren was wearing Jinyiwei's betta suit at this time. If nothing else, it's because it's easy to put on soft cowhide leather armor under this suit.

"It's not."

"It's the same kind of cowhide that you take out everywhere and cut into strips."

Wen Tiren had forgotten his situation at this moment, and he knew that someone was rushing towards the opposing warship under the sea. He also knew that under the gentle slope behind him, 1,200 Great Ming soldiers were waiting to charge. He also knew that His Majesty the Emperor's telescope must be watching here.

Therefore, he even went against Jinyiwei's request and took a step forward on his own.

"I have sent you the priests of the Far East, the region you call the Great Ming. They will establish a kingdom of heaven in Daming, isn't this the most beautiful gift in the world? Moreover, you will keep these gifts well, and not put them to death, but against the Holy See under heaven, right?"

Now that the other party has already said through his own cowhide tricks. Mo Ya won't dwell on this matter too much. Then let's go to war, anyway, fifteen expensive Holy See lives as sacrifices for this war should be regarded as their greatest sincerity.

He knows that all the truth is under the fist. Whoever has the big fist will speak the truth. The Holy See has a big fist, so he has to face the truth of the Holy See, doesn't he?

"With such a precious gift, it should be a civilized act for us to take a little of our own in return."

After saying that, Mo Ya waved his hand, and all the soldiers on the dinghy disembarked and gathered towards him.

"Red-haired's plan is crude. It looks like it's just an excuse for the sake of finding an excuse." Zhu Youzhen and the others were far away, and they couldn't hear what Wen Tiren was saying, but as soon as he saw this scene, he knew that it was nothing more than a prelude to the war.

Sun Chengzong was much more nervous than him.

In Sun Chengzong's plan, the launch of the submarine and the landing of the other side were closely linked.

If the time is well matched, you can achieve the two goals of catching turtles in the urn and letting the other party take care of one or the other. If the time is not well coordinated, it is easy for the other party to startle the snake, so that the chicken and the egg will fly. He knew that the sinking of such a battleship would have a much greater impact on the Dutch. Those are their homes here.

It's a strange war, and both sides want to subdue the other completely.

Moya nodded.

"Run, run! As long as you run forward, for God's sake, I will help you fulfill your desires. It's a bloody oath." Wade exclaimed excitedly.

"Even if you don't believe me, you should believe in Father Ulysses Andrade, who has lit the fuse in you."

The fuse began to burn, the priests had no way out, they were all dead, it was better to exchange their own death for themselves for the last bit of value.