In the fifteenth year of Yongli, on the seventh day of the second lunar month, Penghu.

"Master of the national surname!"

With a thumping sound, a soldier in armor walked quickly into the cabin. The storm took advantage of this gap and shot the heavy rain in like an arrow missing, making a thumping sound.

The cabin door was closed, and the fierce sound of wind and rain became inaudible in an instant.

"We have been fooled by He Bin! More than a hundred stones of grain were found all over Penghu, which is not even enough for the entire army!"

In the cabin, all the soldiers held their breath.

Wu Hao from Xuanyi Back Town snorted coldly in his heart, clasped his fists and said to his superiors: "My surname is the country, there is not enough food and grass now, and there have been severe storms in Penghu for days. I think... we should go back to Xiamen and make a long-term plan."

At the beginning, he repeatedly opposed the plan to regain the treasure island, but now something happened before he even landed on the island. Instead of feeling embarrassed, he felt proud and spoke in a superior tone.

"I was on the island on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year. It's already the seventh day of the Lunar New Year. The treasure island is right in front of me, but the storm has no signs of stopping at all!" Another soldier said.

The wind and rain blew against the bay windows, the storm howled harshly, and the thirty-meter-long "Da Qingtou" warship swayed slightly, much like the current Ming Dynasty.

All the generals were speechless, waiting for King Yanping to make the decision.

Zheng Chenggong seemed to have not heard what everyone said and still looked at the letter in his hand.

It is a letter from Zhang Huangyan, the Minister of War.

"Those who have the same desires as others will not be prosperous, and those who have different desires will not be defeated."

Those who do great things will always be able to work with the masses and not fail to prosper, and those who are not willing to work with the masses will fail.

Those who have the same desires as others...and those who have different desires... Zheng Chenggong thought about these two words and continued to read.

The words in the letter were harsh and harsh, directly describing him as a traitor and accusing him of going to the island to abandon the great cause of restoring Ming Dynasty and establish his Zheng family's small court.

All the soldiers suddenly heard Zheng Chenggong read loudly:

"In the past Battle of the Yangtze River, even though it was defeated, it was still glorious. It has been famous for a century. If it comes back, it will not go straight to Fenyang. Linhuai is not beautiful enough. Even Qian Liu and Dou Rong are not enough! If you look for Xu Fu's whereabouts, think about it.

Lu Ao’s legacy, even if it is stolen for a while, will be ridiculed for eternity!”

"You bastard! This brilliant man actually dares to say that the surnamed master of the country imitated Xu Fu, Lu Ao and his like!"

"My surname is Mr. Zhang. Although Mr. Zhang's words are fierce, he just wants to dissuade the prince. Maybe he has no ill intentions."

"Who cares if he has any malicious intentions! What kind of official is Zhang Huangyan? How dare he humiliate the surnamed master like this!"

The people below were quarreling. The Zheng family started as a pirate and had been prosperous for many years. They had some background, so they had some pirates, civil servants, and Confucians.

Zheng Chenggong silently read the letter.

He didn't take Zhang Huangyan's words to heart. He was more worried about the storm in front of him that showed no signs of stopping.

After praying to the sky, the treasure island is right in front of us. Is it going to be trapped at the door by a storm?

Um?

He read the sentence again: "If you look for Xu Fu's whereabouts, think about Lu Ao's past."

Zheng Chenggong tapped his fingers on the eucalyptus table and fell into deep thought, remembering the many legends on the sea.

"Master Guo!" Another soldier rushed into the cabin and knelt down on one knee, "Master Huang An, who was ordered to patrol the strait, is here!"

"What is he here for?" Zheng Chenggong frowned, feeling dissatisfied, and then a little uneasy.

Now that Emperor Shunzhi has passed away, the Qing Dynasty is busy with the transfer of power and has no time to take care of it for the time being, but it must be taken precautions!

Zheng Chenggong's biggest concern in attacking the treasure island was that the Qing army might take advantage of his eastward advance to raid Kinmen and Xiamen.

If this were true, the army's retreat would be cut off, and he would most likely be killed on the sea by the Qing army and the Dutch.

In order to prevent this situation, he left a large number of men, led by his son Zheng Jing, to garrison Kinmen and Xiamen. He also ordered Huang An to lead 6,000 men to patrol back and forth, and no ships were allowed to enter the Treasure Island Strait.

"Let him in." Zheng Chenggong put down the rainy letter in his hand.

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"winter!"

"ah!

"

Amidst the screams, Li Changzhou opened his eyes. His body was tied up. He looked around and saw that he was on a wooden ship. The technology should be underdeveloped.

There were several others like him, tied between the two masts.

"Dharma King! Dharma King, please save me!"

"Hahaha, Dharma King?" The soldier holding the knife laughed, and the fish-cutting knife in his hand shook like waves.

The soldiers watching the fun all around also laughed loudly.

These people are wearing military uniforms, but their temperament is like bandits, no, this is the sea, I should say like pirates.

"winter!"

Wow!

The seawater rushes onto the deck, and the water flows along the lines of the deck, outlining them into words.

[Time: April 25, 1661, spring]

[Location: Treasure Island Strait]

[Background: In order to break the Qing army's encirclement and suppression, Zheng Chenggong had to think of a retreat and prepare to attack Baodao as a base to fight against the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty]

[Character: Dharma King of the East China Sea (Fake Penglai Immortal)]

[Main mission: Help Zheng Chenggong regain the treasure island]

[Tip: All player’s ‘abilities’ have been converted into ‘mana’]

"Winter!" "Winter!"

From just now, there has been a slight sound like drum beating. Li Changzhou raised his head and looked towards the source of the sound.

A human head hung on the mast, swayed by the sea breeze, and hit the wooden pole.

"winter!"

"The head is hanging from the beam and the awl is stabbing the buttocks. It seems that this time I am going to work hard to get stronger." Li Changzhou sighed, and with a slight twist of his hands, he broke the hemp rope as thick as his thumb.

Zheng!

All the officers and men on the ship drew their swords immediately, and some of them drew firecrackers.

Bang! Fire exploded at the muzzle of the gun!

Li Changzhou raised his hand, clamped the projectile, and rubbed it between his fingertips like peanuts. The power was so weak that it might not even be able to penetrate the steel plate.

Li Changzhou looked at the soldier holding the fish knife: "Do you know where Zheng Chenggong is?"

"Damn it! Are you pretending to be a ghost? Are you the Dharma King of the East China Sea?" As he asked the question, the fish-cutting knife in the soldier's hand flashed, and the sky was full of light, and it was chopped down like a heavy rain, and the cold air was overwhelming.

Li Changzhou released his fingers holding the projectile and flicked it with one finger.

Boom!

The hard fish-cutting knife broke into three pieces, and he took advantage of the situation and slapped it again.

The soldier was blown away, his body armor and stomach torn apart, and he escaped from his body like an arrow from a string.

It flew dozens of meters before falling into the sea with a pop.

"Winter!" The projectile slipped from the nail, fell on the deck, and rolled to the edge of a soldier's shoe.

"Gulu." The soldiers on the ship made a neat swallowing sound.

"The Dharma King of the East China Sea! His power is boundless! The giant Kun under the sea! The divine python in the sky!" Several men tied to ropes shouted and cheered.

The guy who had a few pieces of meat cut off his leg had a stream of blood spilling out of his leg every time he shouted. Even so, he still looked fanatical and shouted "boundless power" like a man possessed.

"...Let them go, and then fish that one out of the sea." Li Changzhou ordered the stunned soldiers.

He walked towards the Taishi's chair on the deck, and suddenly heard Dong's voice again.

"Also," he pointed to the mast, "it's unlucky to lose people's heads."

Li Changzhou sat down on the Grand Master's chair, flicked his flowing sleeves worthy of "boundless power", and used "Life and Death" and "Bond Summoning".

The void suddenly opened up, like the eyes of a devil.

The soldiers who were hesitant at first rushed into action.

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"...The red-haired ghost (the Dutch) got the news that the Lord Guo Xing was coming to take back the treasure island, and ordered all the natives to burn all crops and farmland and monitor the Han people."

"If we burn the crops, what will we eat?!"

"Just do the opposite! Fight to the death with these damn red-haired ghosts!"

"Do you have guns and cannons? If you want to rebel, you have to wait until the navy commander named Guo comes over. You will die now!"

"When Mr. Guo Xing comes, all the crops will be burned!"
To be continued...