The Sultan gave the order, and explained it so clearly, that the Minister of State naturally did not dare not go over.

Shoving the last bite of fish into his mouth, the Secretary of State took out a tissue and wiped his mouth.

"Daming is worthy of being the legendary Golden Country, look at the paper towels for this meal, it is the softest and best paper I have ever seen in my life, what a waste! Is Da Ming really that rich?"

Omurad also agreed, reached out and took out a few folded ones and put them in his arms, ready to go to the toilet to wipe his butt later.

"I heard that they also have a Chamber of Commerce, this kind of paper towel should be sold in their Chamber of Commerce, you can discuss with the Duke later, and see if you can invite their Chamber of Commerce to us to open a shop."

"Oh, yes!"

"It doesn't matter if the gun business can be negotiated or not, I must buy some of these tissues, I'm tired of wiping my butt with parchment and rope."

"Haha!"

The Minister of State laughed approvingly, straightened his clothes, and walked towards Zheng He with an interpreter.

But he hadn't taken a few steps before the smile on his face sank.

"Damn slave, one step ahead of me!"

Looking at the Mamluk deputies who were talking and laughing with Zheng He, the Minister of State felt a little tired in his heart.

But when I think of my mission, although I don't want to be with these filthy slaves, I can only bite the bullet.

"Haha, the friendship between our two countries will definitely last forever, toast to peace!"

A hearty laugh reached the ears of the Minister of State, and looking at the two people who were talking happily, he took a deep breath, a smile appeared on his face, said hello to the guards who protected Zheng He, handed over his sword, and walked towards Zheng He with his permission.

"I heard the laughter of the two from afar, it seems that the two gentlemen are communicating very harmoniously, I wonder if you can also take me."

What is Diplomacy?

Hypocrisy is diplomacy.

No matter how much you hate each other, before you reach your goal, even if you want to strangle the other person to death, you must remain polite on the surface and talk to the other person with a smile.

As the saying goes, smiling at people and forces you hate is the basic rule of diplomacy.

"It's Baron Oliver, I haven't seen him in a long time."

Zheng He didn't know the identity of the other party, but the Mamluk Minister of State, as a hostile country, knew this guy very well.

As the saying goes, it's not your relatives who know you best, it's your enemies.

What background and hobbies the two parties have, even what bottoms they wear every day, both sides are clear.

"It's been a long time since I've seen Mr. Rocco, the last time we met, it seems to be the last time, at that time I was still thinking, with Mr.'s age, the last parting was probably goodbye, I felt sad for a long time, but I didn't expect to see you again today, it's a pity, oh no, I'm so happy."

"yes, it's been the last time we last met, and after so much time, I almost forgot your name just now, and if it weren't for the watchdog I had at home, I almost called your name wrong."

The two sides met with smiles on their faces, and their words were as sharp as knives.

A sarcastic other party is so old, it is not good to care for the elderly at home, and he is still wandering around, and he is careful of sudden death.

Not to be outdone, the other directly sarcastically mocked the other party as a watchdog.

Although the two talked in Arabic, the speed of speech was too fast, and Zheng He, who was the second knife, didn't understand what it meant for a while.

However, thinking of the relationship between the two countries, coupled with the political exchanges he had known in the past, Zheng He estimated that what the two said was not a good thing.

"You know, you guys, I don't speak Arabic well, and it's hard for me to say it so quickly."

Seeing that the two parties were chatting and chatting, their fists were clenched, Zheng He was worried that the two of them would come up and start their hands in a moment of anger and disturb their lunch. He hurriedly stood between the two with a smile and invited the two to sit down with a smile.

Daming, a peacemaker, came out, although the two ministers of state were aroused in cordial exchanges

Spark, but considering what his boss explained, he could only glare at each other with a smile, and sat on the chair under the traction of Zheng He.

After the three of them sat down, Zheng He personally poured a cup of milk tea for the two.

"Thank you, Your Excellency, Duke!"

The two people who had just sat down hurriedly got up and thanked them.

The three of them briefly exchanged politeness, and after chatting for a while, Baron Oliver, the Minister of State of the Ottoman Empire, saw that the two of them had not talked to the point, so they stopped talking nonsense without nutrition, and brought up the old matter again.

"Your Excellency Duke, I saw that the two of you had a very happy conversation just now, is there anything happy about it, and do I have the honor to learn about this happy thing?"

"Of course!"

Zheng He didn't know whether he didn't hear the other party's destination, or pretended not to understand, so he replied with a smile: "Today's noon exhibition, I think His Excellency Oliver also watched the whole process."

Raising his hand to attract the Mamluk Minister of State Rocco, who was sitting next to him with crazy eyes, Zheng He shook out all the deals reached by the two just now.

"The Mamluks have a very strong interest in this morning's weapons and equipment, and His Excellency Rocco, considering that the country's national defense is still insufficient, has customized some weapons and equipment from me, and intends to bring back a force to fight against the robbers and bandits who block the road in the country."

"These equipment are 2,000 sets of Ming Guang Kai, 1,000 sets of infantry armor, and 2,000 sets of mountain armor, as well as a number of weapons, bows, crossbows and arrows!"

Luo Ke looked at Zheng He, who was in detail, and his face was bitter.

Didn't we say we'd hide it for me?

Good guy, I haven't left yet, you just shook my bottom, it's easy for you to have no friends like this.

Although he was depressed, but now the Mamluks needed the help of Daming, and his rival was sitting next to him, even if Rocco was very depressed, he had to pretend to be calm on his face.

can't lose face in front of this mortal enemy, gritted his teeth and carried it on.

After listening to Zheng He's detailed introduction, Oliver's eyelids jumped wildly, and he glared viciously, sitting opposite him with a teacup in his forehand, and the milk tea he tasted was Rocco with fluttering eyes.

Oliver: You bastards, did you Mamluks buy these weapons to fight us?

Rocco: How is it possible, we Mamluks and you Ottomans, but friendly neighbors, these weapons were bought back to our door for self-defense, you know!

Oliver: Hah, you're still friendly to your neighbors, and you're defending yourself, do you believe that?

Rocco: Well... Whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway.

Oliver: "......"

"Oh, I see!"

After a look of diplomacy between the two, Oliver pretended to be suddenly enlightened, and then his face changed, and he grabbed Zheng He's hand.

"Your Excellency, we Ottomans are miserable!"

"There are a lot of bandits and bandits in our country, and the safety of our civilians is seriously threatened, coupled with the unwillingness of our sultan to exploit the people, which has caused our Ottoman Empire to have financial difficulties, and many soldiers have no weapons and armor, not even a decent set of clothes."

"Even some soldiers go to the battlefield with wooden sticks and bare buttocks."

"Although the enemy is bandits, they have money, and they are armed to the teeth, and our soldiers who do not have decent weapons and equipment are like lambs sent to death, and they are killed by them."

"Your Excellency, for the sake of our friendship, please help us and sell us some armor and weapons!"

Zheng He: When did we have friendship between our two countries? Didn't we just meet in the past two days?

Rocco: "Phew, shameless!"

Ten minutes later, Oliver, the Ottoman Minister of State, forcibly pulled the Mamluk Minister of State Rocco and left the place where Zheng He dined.

Rocco: "You bastard, you can go, pull ***!"

Oliver: "It's been a long time since I've seen you, and I want to talk to you cordially."

Rocco: "Hehe, let's talk about it, do you believe what you say?"

Oliver: "Uh, haha, it doesn't matter if you believe it or not, that's what I thought anyway!"

The two of them were arguing with each other, pulling and pulling, and under Zheng He's strange gaze, they walked to the equipment venue, ready to have a friendly and cordial exchange.

Thinking of the words and swords between the two when the three of them were talking just now, Zheng He dared to swear to the sky with the treasure he cut off and the severed hand that after the end of the military exhibition here, the two countries would definitely fight immediately, and it was a very tragic kind.

The two left on the front foot, Zheng He asked people to accept the teacups of the two, put on the new ones and sit there, drinking tea while waiting for the next big man, oh no, it was the customer who came to the door.

Sure enough, just a few minutes after the two left, another representative of the force came over with a warm smile and started a cordial exchange with Zheng He.

People come and go, and it's very lively!

At the hour of the noon break, Zheng He received representatives of more than a dozen forces.

"Your Highness is right, selling arms is really profitable!"

Holding the number of equipment counted by the guards around him and the estimated benefits, Zheng He looked at the large list of tempting numbers and couldn't help but let out a sigh of emotion.

"Ladies and gentlemen, after a pleasant meal break, we will start the afternoon fair!"

When the time arrived, Meimei had a lunch, and Saxuer, who had taken a nap, stood on the new stage in good spirits.

The stage is no longer the stage at noon.

The next demonstration is a firearm with an extremely long range and a very powerful firearm.

The distance between the stage at noon could not be opened, so it was necessary to change to a larger display location.

"With the development of the times and the advancement of science and technology, we believe that the invincible armor and extremely sharp weapons will gradually be eliminated by history and withdraw from the battlefield where we defend our homeland."

"Our Ming Yanhuang nation is a great nation, a race whose wisdom surpasses all else."

"In thousands of years, countless great inventors have been born, and countless items have been researched for the benefit of the country and the people."

"I won't list all the other inventions and innovations, but today I will mainly mention the four major inventions."

"Papermaking, printing, the compass, and gunpowder, which was originally just celebrated for the festival and later brought into the battlefield!"

Sashel enthusiastically stretched out four fingers, and withdrew one finger for each word.

When this guy talked about the four great inventions, his face was full of pride, if it weren't for his appearance and skin, just listening to the passionate and generous words, he would have thought that this guy was a pure-bred Yanhuang person.

"Yan Huang is a peace-loving race, we don't like war, we don't want to cause war, and we don't want war."

"There is an old saying in Yanhuang, people are good at being bullied, and horses are good at being ridden."

"Yan Huang's hospitality, his reluctance to provoke war, turned into cowardice in the eyes of the enemy."

"In order to protect their race, in order to defend against those greedy enemies, the Yanhuang people sharpened the ritual weapons originally used for sacrifices and the agricultural tools used to plough the fields to resist those invading enemies and protect their hometown."

"In order to defeat those greedy enemies and protect their homeland and relatives, the Yanhuang people put the gunpowder used to make fireworks to celebrate the festival on the battlefield and became an artifact to protect the country!"

"But there will come a day when war will stop, and the day will come when the enemy will lose."

"With the advent of peace, as the enemy is defeated, these invincible weapons to defend their homeland on the battlefield can only end up lonely and enter the warehouse to eat ashes."

"Looking at these former heroes, now they can only recall the past in the warehouse, our Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty is also very sorry."

"For soldiers, dying on the battlefield is the highest honor."

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And for a weapon, breaking it on the battlefield is the greatest respect and recognition for it!"

"But we don't have war anymore, these weapons can no longer shine on the battlefield, and we don't need them to protect this kind and hospitable race. These heroes who once defended the country, they can only be in the warehouse, watching the lights of thousands of homes, listening to the laughter of the people, secretly weeping, reminiscing about the past!"

"And just a few years ago, our Majesty Duke Zheng He returned from the West and reported to His Majesty the Emperor what had happened to you in the West."

"Your Majesty is merciful, Your Majesty is great."

"When he learned what happened to you, he thought of a weapon to keep in the warehouse to protect our race."

"Thinking that your people are in dire straits, Your Majesty can't bear it, so he decided to let His Excellency Duke Zheng He bring these weapons to Aden for an exhibition. I want to see if these sharp weapons that once guarded the Yanhuang race can bring you a trace of security, and whether these weapons to protect the country can protect your country and race like they protect the Yanhuang race."

Sashel was full of emotion, telling stories that even he didn't believe.

Everyone knew that this was a fool, but everyone who wanted to buy weapons could only force their disgust, pretending to be moved, and applauding fiercely.

got the echo from the audience, a touch of pride flashed in the corner of Saxu'er's eyes, and he pressed his hand under the stage.

"Next, I would like to invite our brave warriors of the Ming Dynasty to demonstrate to you the most sophisticated and powerful flintlock pistol in the world!"

"Whoa..."

The representatives of various countries, who had been waiting for this moment for a long time, applauded and stretched their necks at the side of the stage, looking at a group of Ming soldiers who came over with guns on their backs.

In the afternoon, the demo stage was very large, enough for hundreds of people.

Walking up was a team of 100 people, who marched in a neat line and in unison, refreshed and with high morale.

The people present who saw this team were all envious in their hearts, and they also let out a sigh in their mouths.

"What an elite troop!"

"One-two... One or two... Stand still!"

Under the command of the team leader, the hundred-person team walked neatly and came to the other side of the stage.

A hundred meters away from them, clay pots and human-shaped wooden targets were hung.

"Load!"

After the team was lined up, the hundred soldiers began to load ammunition under the expectant gaze of everyone in the audience and under the command order of the squad leader.

This hundred-man team used to be the soldiers of the Shenji Battalion, and although they have now been equipped with new weapons, they are still very familiar with the flintlock pistols that have been used for several years.

In addition, in the past two days, I have reminisced about the drills, and the speed of loading in my hands is not the slightest rusty, and it is still neat and fast.

"I see, it seems that we are poor in learning."

When the musketeers came out, they focused all their attention on Omurad on the soldiers, and then saw the steps of the musketeers to reload, and showed an expression of sudden realization.

Western musketeers reloading ammunition for combat, except for their own exploration, most of them learned from the Grape Country, which in turn learned from the captives of Zheng He's fleet.

The filling steps are all in bulk, which is usually a little better, and the dosage can be estimated when the mentality is stable.

But in the complex environment of the battlefield, it is impossible for soldiers to accurately estimate the amount of medicine.

As a result, either there is too much or too little, and problems of one kind or another often occur.

But today, after seeing how the Ming troops used muskets, Omurad officially understood.

It was they who had failed to learn, or perhaps it was the captives captured by the Grape States who did not hand over their true skills.

Actually, Omurad was misunderstood.

When Zheng He left the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Zhangui had just taken over the Shenji Battalion, and the soldiers couldn't even shoot each man, let alone various training methods.

In addition, Zhu Zhangui was a little busy and negligent at that time

It was only the matter of the fixed charge that caused Zheng He's fleet to use the most basic bulk method when using muskets.

The soldiers on the stage were very skillful, and they casually took out a custom-packed paper bag from the shoulder bag on their waists.

Under the watchful eyes of the representatives of various countries, he bit open the paper packet and poured a part of the gunpowder into the primer pool, then closed the crane's beak, straightened the gun and poured the remaining gunpowder into the gun.

When the gunpowder was emptied, he directly stuffed the bullet with the paper bag into the gun, and finally compacted the bullet with a bullet pressure lever.

The representatives of the countries who possessed muskets took this scene into their minds, and planned to teach it to the army as soon as they returned.

Don't underestimate this small change, just this small change can bring great optimization to the war.

For soldiers who are fighting, not to mention a few seconds and minutes, even if it is just a second faster, they may be able to save their lives.

"Aim!"

As the bullets were loaded, the squad leader gave the order, and the soldiers raised their flintlock pistols in unison and aimed at the target in the distance.

"The first platoon fires!"

At the sound of an order, the soldiers in front of the line pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang bang bang..."

A burst of gunpowder smoke drifted along with the sound of gunfire, and the soldiers in the first row immediately retreated a step back, and at the same time took out a new package of ammunition from the bag on their waists, and loaded the next round of shooting ammunition as quickly as possible.

And while the soldiers of the 1st platoon retreated, the soldiers of the 2nd platoon stepped forward and, under the order of the squad leader, raised their guns and pulled the trigger in their hands.

One, two, three......

When the 10th round of shooting was over, the soldiers lined up under the orders of the squad leader, saluted the audience, and turned to leave!

"Whoa..."

For the first time, I saw the representatives of various countries who were fully equipped with musket shooting tactics, and while desperately writing down what they had just said, they applauded the soldiers who performed these performances.

"The great shooting demonstration is over, so come on, let's take a few steps with me and see how the shooting goes."

This time, it was not Sash'er, who was the part-time emcee, but Zheng He, who accompanied the representatives of various countries to watch.

If you want to sell the weapon for a high price, how can you not let the customer see the power.

The group came to the target with a smile and a smile, and waited to look at the cracked clay pot and the human-shaped wooden planks that were all bullet holes, and everyone had different expressions, and the only thing that was unified was the shock of the powerful power of the Ming weapon.

"Your Excellency Duke, how do you sell this?"

Before he could circle around the target, Mamluk Minister of State Luo Ke impatiently found Zheng He, pointed to the gun that was carried behind the soldiers lining up next to him after the demonstration, and began to ask about the price.

"This..."

Glancing around, although his eyes looked at the target and exclaimed, the representatives of various countries who pricked up their ears, Zheng He's eyes narrowed, and he reached out and scratched his scalp in embarrassment.

"Two hundred taels of guns, this price is fair, we Mamluks want 5,000!"

Looking at Zheng He's two fingers scratching his scalp, Luo Ke waved his hand very magnificently, looking like he was not bad for money, and set a deal for 5,000 on the spot.

Zheng He: "......"

He really wanted to tell the other party that he was scratching his scalp just now to let the other party talk in private, after all, so many people were watching.

His pricing is different for each force, and there is no way to increase the price after this is said.

And stretching out two fingers to scratch his head is his habit, and it is definitely not to tell the other party the price.

But then looking at the other party's heroic appearance, Zheng He thought about doubling the price, and felt that it might be the best choice for him to remain silent.

"Your Excellency the Duke, we have less silver over there, do you think it is okay to settle in gold?"

Just when Zheng He felt that his heart was too dark, Luo Ke, who had just been arrogant, rubbed his hands with an embarrassed face.

Zheng He: Nima, Your Highness is right, these guys are really rich.

"Okay!"

Smiled awkwardly, Zheng

He hurriedly replied, and then beckoned some of the various forces next to him who were eager to try and were ready to buy some.

"It's trade fair time, let's watch the demo first, and we'll talk about it later, and then we'll talk!"

The other representatives who were ready to pay for weapons looked at Zheng He, who was the first to leave, and regretfully retracted the words in their mouths.

Next up are the various types of artillery, as well as the very light Tiger Squat Cannon.

Roaring artillery, showing great power.

The target walls that had been built were shattered by artillery bombardment.

The representatives of various countries who witnessed the powerful power of artillery throughout the whole process were anxious to scratch their ears and cheeks, and they were eager to directly pay money to bring these powerful big guys who were attacking cities and plundering lands home.

"Boom!"

With the violent roar of a super artillery, the exhibition ended successfully in Satchel's nonsense.

"Your Excellency, can you really no longer be accommodating, 100 cannons is too little, there are too many bandits in our Ottoman country, we need more artillery!"

Oliver, the Ottoman Minister, pulled Zheng He's sleeve and pleaded bitterly.

"Baron Oliver, this one is really gone, if you want more, you still need to wait for us to wait, our reserves are almost sold, and when the next batch is produced, I will definitely sell you more."

Zheng He, who also had an uncomfortable expression on his face, tried to pull back his sleeve while explaining to the other party.

The main reason why Zheng He is uncomfortable is not because he is entangled by the other party, but because he can't make money.

Artillery is a weapon of war, and although the most primitive artillery is sold, the power of this thing should not be underestimated.

If you sell a little more, Daming can still accept it, if you sell too much, not only will it not be good for Daming, but it is possible that Daming will face these weapons when he attacks in the future.

Hundreds of artillery pieces sold to these countries are still within the tolerance range of the Ming Dynasty, and if they are sold too much, it will affect the Ming Dynasty's future conquest plans.

"Is there really none?"

Oliver asked again, unrelentingly.

Zheng He spread his hands, "It's really gone!"

Oliver sighed and shook his head in frustration, but when his gaze inadvertently swept over the sea of the setting sun in the distance, his eyes suddenly lit up, pointing to the two ironclad ships parked on the sea.

"How much is that?" We bought it in the Ottomans."

Zheng He: "......"

"I'm sorry, but it's not for sale!"

"Your Excellency the Duke is accommodating, our Ottoman Empire is willing to pay a price higher than your price of thirty percent, and all of them are settled in silver."

"We are not like the Mamluks, who cannot give you the money you need, we give all the silver for nothing."

"This really doesn't work!" Zheng He shook his head again.

What are you kidding, you can still consider selling a wooden boat, if you want to buy my ironclad, you can dream of it.

"Your Excellency the Duke is accommodating, I heard that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of your country is about 20 years old, and there is a princess in my country who has also reached the age to be married. You see, if this is not the case, don't you Han people like to be close to each other, how about we get married, we will give as much dowry as you want, and we don't want a bride price."

When Zheng He heard this, the corners of his mouth tugged wildly, "No, no, it's really not good!"

"Alas, alas, Your Excellency the Duke, don't go, let's discuss again, one princess can't do 10, is it okay!"

"Hey, hey, why are you running, as long as your country sells these two warships, 100 are not negotiable!"

Zheng He, who was walking forward quickly, stumbled, and he really wanted to turn around and ask.

"What kind of breed is the king of your country, and his ability to give birth to cubs is so strong!"