"You want to be cleared." Liu Quan looked at the group of people in front of him viciously.

After more than 20 years of attrition, the regular army of Ming and Zheng has actually already consumed seventy-seven eighty-eight, and most of the people participating in the war today are just forcibly conscripted migrant workers.

Seeing the crazy appearance of the co-leader, everyone cowered and did not make a sound.

"Yu'er, do you know where we are from?" Liu Quan suddenly looked at Liu Yu and said in a cold voice.

"Our Liu family was originally a small household in Yangzhou, in the first year of Hongguang, the Tartars attacked the city, and Lord Shi would rather die than surrender, at that time, the Qing army had at least 100,000 people, and the Yangzhou garrison was only more than 10,000 people."

"What do you do when the Tartars rush at you?"

"The cold and piercing sound of horses' hooves, wanting to escape, wanting to descend, all around are dark and oppressive people."

"Want to fight with the Tartars? The knife on the opposite side was bright, and there were arrows as fast as stray arrows. ”

Liu Quan said as he spoke, as if there was a terrifying scene in front of him again.

"Later, when the city was broken, a knife came, and countless people's heads fell off, and the blood rushed to the old Gao, and my mother hid in a dry well with your thirteen-year-old father and eleven-year-old me on her back."

"One night, two nights, there were cries everywhere, screams everywhere, blood flowed into the ground, seeped into the well, and the three of us soaked in the pool of blood for three days and three nights." He shouted, screamed, and the big sword swung brightly.

"They want us to pay taxes, but if we don't, cut them."

"They want us to shave our hair and make it easy to wear, keep their money in pigtails, and cut them off."

"On the tenth day of Yangzhou, the three massacres of Jiangyin, the whole world! There is no land that has been slaughtered. ”

Liu Quan looked at the group of people with dead faces,

"Yu'er, remember, all Tartars should be killed! All thieves who serve the Tartars should also be killed! ”

"If there is no south wind in today's battle, we will not lose."

"Poor country, the foundation that has been accumulated with more than 20 years of hard work has been ruined in the hands of Shi Lang, a thief."

"I hate it!"

"If there were no such Han thieves, how could my Han people fall into the hands of this Jiannu." His eyes widened with rage, as if he was about to devour the life in front of him.

late at night

The sea is rippling, and a scarred fleet is heading in the direction of Dongning, Taiwan.

Liu Yu, who was in agony from the smell of blood and sulfur in the cabin, was pulled by his uncle Liu Quan to the deck of the Fu ship.

When the cool sea breeze came to his face and gently stroked Liu Yu's wet cheeks, Liu Yu suddenly felt refreshed.

Tightness in the chest, the feeling of vomiting is swept away.

The huge hull of the Fu boat made Liu Yu, who was standing on the deck of the ship, not staggered, but also leaned on the side of the ship at the moment, looking at the scenery in the distance.

By the bright white moonlight, the silhouettes of wooden warships slowly emerged.

"Is this the Zheng Navy, which was the dominant one back then?" Liu Yu muttered.

During the period of the surname of the country, the Zheng army, as the strongest navy in East Asia, had thousands of warships.

In the moonlight, there are only about 30 large and small ships that can be faintly seen.

"Is it finally over?" Liu Yu sighed.

"Is it easy to shave?" Liu Yu touched the black hair next to his shoulder, because of the unique humidity in Fujian and Zhejiang, the black hair was also wet. As a modern person in his previous life, he cherished it extraordinarily.

"That's what a Han person should look like, isn't it?"

"Go south."

Suddenly, a thought came to my mind for a while.

Rather than bring about their own destruction, it is better to go south to Luzon for a glimmer of opportunity.

Luzon has more than 100,000 people in the late Ming Dynasty.

As early as when the national surname Ye recovered Taiwan, he considered capturing Luzon.

However, due to his premature death and the later struggle for the rights of Taiwan's Zheng group, it was over.

Now this road is in front of Liu Yu.

But it's not enough on your own.

To go south to Luzon, he needed warships, sailors, and even firearms, silver, etc.

But now he is only a young man of eighteen or nineteen.

Penniless, powerless.

At this moment, he is really a little envious of those protagonists who are the princes of the late Ming Dynasty and the little emperors of the Southern Song Dynasty when they are reborn.

There are people who want money, and they want money, but in comparison, they are not even a bare-bones commander.

"Hmm," Liu Yu stared intently ahead.

Just as Liu Yu was standing on the side of the ship looking into the distance, he faintly saw several figures standing in the attic of the cabin not far away, and their eyes were parallel to him.

By the moonlight, Liu Yu carefully looked at the few figures on the ship's floor.

It seems that one of them seems to be his uncle Liu Quan.

Liu Yu's expression was grim.

Since his uncle Liu Quan is a co-chairman, who will be the people standing in front of him.

The Ming and Zheng forces established a five-five system of town association class system during the period of the national surname Ye, and each town was divided into five associations with 1,000 people, and each association was divided into multiple five squads, each of which had a different composition of soldiers and was equipped with different weapons to be responsible for different combat missions. Although it was different from the modern naval ranks that had appeared in the West during the same period, at that time, it could be called an advanced establishment that could give full play to the maximum combat effectiveness of the naval division.

But with the passage of time, the internal friction of Ming Zhengquan and the defection of the soldiers to the Qing Dynasty, in fact, the soldiers have long been seriously insufficient, and the current Zheng army in Taiwan has only about five or six hundred troops in one town.

According to Liu Yu's observations, although the ship was large, the armored soldiers were only five or six out of ten, and many people, especially under the cabin, were mostly forcibly hired migrant workers.

Just as Liu Yu was in a trance, an angry shout suddenly sounded above the ship.

Liu Yu was taken aback,

It was clearly the voice of his uncle Liu Quan.

looked around, and felt the black Liu Yu quietly walked towards the boat tower not far away.

After several days of practice, the soldiers of the Zheng army were already physically and mentally exhausted, and they fell on the side of the ship one by one, snoring like thunder.

And some of the guards also sat there listlessly with soldiers in their hands,

Seeing Liu Yu passing by, he did not stop him.

Maybe he knew Liu Yu, or maybe he didn't take Liu Yu seriously at all.

Liu Yu tiptoed up to the ship,

"General Xiao, although we have lost to Shi Lang, the dog thief, there are still tens of thousands of Zheng troops on the island, and they can still fight." Liu Quan's angry shouts were faintly heard in the distance.

"Liu Xieling is angry, and General Xiao can't help it." A person on the side said softly.

"Surrender, I'm unwilling,"

"Our sailors have been defeated, and there are only more than 30 ships collected today, and the general trend has gone, and Shi Lang has not taken advantage of the victory to pursue, in order to consider the surrender for us." A middle-aged man's voice came.

Liu Yu slowly leaned on the stairs and listened silently to the conversation of several people.

"General Xiao Wu, although our sailors were defeated, the Zheng army on the island still has the strength to fight, and it should fight to the death with the Tartars on Taiwan Island." Liu Quan roared viciously.

"Xiao Wu?" Liu Yu seems to have heard this name somewhere,

In his previous life, he was very interested in the history of the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, and he also sighed at the history of the Shenzhou Lu Shen.

"It's him." Liu Yu's eyes lit up.

After the defeat in the First World War of Penghu, the Ming Zheng regime trapped in Taiwan was terrified.

And some Zheng generals once wanted to go south to Luzon, intending to make a comeback.

"It's him." Liu Yu stretched out his head and silently looked at the few people standing in the attic.

"I know what you mean, but I also know that the Zheng clan on Taiwan Island is gone, and it will be weak to fight again." The middle-aged man's voice came again.

"General, in fact, we can go south to Luzon." Suddenly, Liu Yu stood up and shouted.

"Who?" With a loud shout,

A bright long sword struck Liu Yu's neck.

"Who are you here to dare to come here?" One drew his sword and shouted.

"Forgive the general, this man is my nephew." Seeing Liu Yu suddenly appear here, Liu Quan was also surprised.

He didn't know why his nephew, who had been silent before, was now like he had fallen into an evil spirit.

actually made a lot of nonsense in front of several big people.

"What are you doing here, don't get out of here." Liu Quan glared at Liu Yu viciously,

Liu Yu was not only dismissed, but on the contrary, Liu Yu knelt down directly.

"It's okay, He Bin put the sword down." Xiao Wu waved his hand generously, signaling his subordinates to withdraw their long swords.

"Presumably you are also a soldier under my command, and it seems that you also have the intention of going south to Luzon." Xiao Wu looked at the little person in front of him with interest, who he had never seen before.

"The villain was born in Yangzhou, and he is not in the same sky as the Manchu Tartar." Liu Yu's eyes rolled and he thought about it.

"Now I heard that my royal master was going to surrender to the Manchu court, and the villain was heartbroken, and his heart was like a knife." Liu Yu knelt on the ground and said word by word.

"You are just a small person, the Qing court will not harm you, isn't it good to live in peace." Xiao Wu looked at Liu Yu, who was kneeling on the ground, and said expressionlessly.

"Little people," Liu Yu sneered,

"If there is no Wang Shi, how can I be qualified to live while waiting for the little people." Liu Yu kowtowed.

"Jiangyin, Yangzhou, Jiading, Guangzhou......" Liu Yu said one place name after another.

Xiao Wu, Liu Quan and the others all looked stunned.

"These, just the state capital in Jiangnan that was slaughtered, how can there be a place in the whole world that is not slaughtered."

"Enclosure and running horses, shaving hair and easy to wear, there is no place for my Han people to live in the huge country."

There was silence in the shipbuilding, and only Liu Yu's sobbing sound could be heard.

"General Xiao, do you know the two generals, this Zheng family is the last Han small court."

Hearing this, the expressions of the four people present changed.

Yes, more than a decade has passed since the Jiashen disaster.

In the seventeenth year of Chongzhen, Li Zicheng captured Beijing, the capital of the Ming Dynasty, and established the Dashun regime.

At the same time, the remnants of the Ming Dynasty supported Zhu Yousong, the king of the Ming Dynasty, in Nanjing and established the Southern Ming regime.

Soon after, the Manchu Eight Banners defeated Li Zicheng, made Beijing the capital, and continued to attack south.

Hongguang, Longwu, Shaowu, and Yongli courts were successively wiped out by the Qing army.

Nine years ago, in the rebellion of the three feudatories, Geng Jingzhong responded to the three feudatories incident initiated by Wu Sangui, and he had already been exterminated by Kangxi.

Today, only Ming Zheng is left in the vast China, the only Han Chinese regime that hangs in solitary straits.

But soon, this regime will also fall.

Thinking of this, the four of them were all sad.

"The Han people were not defeated by those Jianzhou slaves, but by those Han thieves." Xiao Wu was heartbroken.

"The two generals have come to this point, and there is only one way to go to Luzon." Liu Yu no longer cried, but stared at everyone to cut the railroad.

Seeing that the two town generals were not moved, Liu Yu still used his hidden killer move.

"The general should follow the example of the country's surname of the year." Liu Yu kowtowed and shouted.

The entire cabin fell silent in an instant.

It was a dead silence that was cold to the bone.

Liu Yu clenched his teeth, and he felt a killing intent.

He knew that if he said this, he might not survive tonight.

He still had to gamble.

There is no other reason, only by going to Luzon can he achieve great things.

If he went to Luzon, he let the fish go to sea, relying on his knowledge of the seas of East Asia during this period and his uncle and his uncle commanded more than 100 elite soldiers.

He believed that he could still break through the world.

But if he really followed the Manchu Qing Dynasty.

That's really not the ability to turn the tables.

You must know that he is facing Kangxi, who has just pacified the three feudatories, recovered Taiwan's northern rejection of Yaxa, and is in full swing.

If you really go back to the mainland, no matter how you go against the sky, you won't be able to turn over a wave.

Just as Liu Yu was thinking for a while, a sound of footsteps came into his ears.

Suddenly, a piercing chill hit his neck, and Liu Yu's body couldn't help but tremble.

An icy Han sword reached his neck.

Liu Yu was covered in cold hair and stood upside down,

"Who taught you." Xiao Wu said coldly.

"Since the Battle of Penghu, General Liu Guoxuan has no will to fight."

"If he descends to the Qing court, he will be prosperous and rich, and he will be inexhaustible, but," Liu Yu shouted loudly through gritted teeth.

"Where's the general?" Liu Yu's chest rose and fell violently,

"The young master is young, Liu Guoxuan is afraid of the enemy like a tiger, you should go to Luzon and raise the great cause of opposing the Qing Dynasty and restoring the Ming Dynasty." Liu Yu shouted. "Luzon was rich in gold and silver, and Emperor Shenzong sent people to Luzon to survey the mines when he was alive."

"What's more, I have a large number of Ming people in Nanyang, and there are hundreds of thousands of Ming people in Luzon alone."

"And," Liu Yu added, seeing that the expressions of the three of them had changed.

"As a major transportation route in the South Seas, shipping is developed and can be negotiated with Western countries, and when the country was alive, he wanted to send troops to Luzon to expel the Spaniards and turn the barbaric wilderness into royal land."

"Human, material and financial resources, Luzon has them, why not take such a treasure." Liu Yu kowtowed.

For a moment, there was a dead silence in the shipbuilding, except for the snoring of the soldier.

Liu Yu knelt on the ground, and at this moment the sweat had already soaked his back,

Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down to the ground,

Suddenly, the cold texture between the neck dissipated,

"Liu Quan, this person is your nephew." Xiao Wu asked.

"Yes." Liu Quandao.

"Good nephew." Xiao Wu put away his long sword and said coldly.