Zheng Zhilong originally planned to let go so that Sanchez and the others could run back to the Francis machine smoothly.

After arriving at Langlang, the South China Sea Fleet, which came with the fleet of Sanchez and others, could start attacking Langlanglang.

However, in an era without satellite positioning and other means, the difficulty of tracking a fleet on the sea is completely different from tracking a cavalry on land.

Tracking an army on land actually requires nothing more than time and patience, as well as enough tracking skills.

But when you are at sea, things like time, patience and other skills become ridiculous.

There will be no trace left on the sea for later generations. If you miss it, you will miss it. The hope of finding traces to track the target is basically zero.

When Zheng Zhilong discovered that the Franco-soldiers were speeding up the speed, he knew that they would suffer, but there were few good things in pairs, and there were many bad things in a row.

An inexplicable storm directly caused Zheng Zhilong's fleet to lose traces of those Spanish fleets.

When the storm passed, Zheng Zhilong was sadly aware that not only lost his target, but even didn't know where he ran to this broken place was so hot that it was so hot. It was actually the same whether he was wearing clothes or not. As long as he appeared in the sun, he would be covered in oil.

Zheng Zhilong didn't want to take his horsemen to dry the fish together, so the most urgent thing was to find a place to avoid the sun.

Then Zheng Zhilong discovered something.

This time, the horsemen I brought were all good at cutting people with swords at sea. As for the good at cutting people on land, the guys from the Southern Imperial Army were still staying in Luzon to clear out the remaining Franchise barbarians and natives.

Zheng Zhihu didn't care too much about this: "What can you do if you don't bring the Southern Imperial Army? Our brothers are heroes at sea, but they are heroes on land!"

Zheng Zhifeng glared at Zheng Zhihu: "Who is there on this land? A barbarian? Or a savage? Are there any jackals, tigers and leopards? Is there any existence we don't know?

I am afraid that I will never know how to die when I die! We have deviated from the course now, so it is better to be careful!"

Zheng Zhihu snorted coldly: "I'm afraid of eggs? Our brothers have muskets and swords and guns on their hands. Isn't it just a dish when we are with our brothers?"

After saying that, Zheng Zhihu licked his lips even more: "There are not many tigers and leopards in our Ming Dynasty, and it is not easy to eat them."

If there are too many jackals, tigers and leopards in this place, it will be just right for us brothers to have a tooth sacrifice!"

Zheng Zhilong waved his hand and stopped Zheng Zhifeng, who wanted to say something else, ordered: "Stop quarreling."

Regardless of the dangers on the shore, we still have to see how this land is.

If this is the same place as Xinming Island, then we should be promoted to the position of our brothers!"

Zheng Zhihu glanced at Zheng Zhifeng and bowed to Zheng Zhilong and said, "Brother, should I take some brothers ashore to see the situation?"

Zheng Zhilong glared at Zheng Zhihu and shouted, "You are just your brain? Don't you bring your brothers into the ditch?"

After the training of Zheng Zhihu, Zheng Zhilong continued, "Lao Wu, bring a general interpreter and follow your second brother to go ashore to see the situation.

If there are natives, see if they can communicate with them. If they cannot communicate, you can do it yourself!"

Zheng Zhifeng bowed to Zheng Zhilong, and then ordered the horseman with Zheng Zhihu, and brought the full set of equipment to prepare to log in.

After the group walked for a long time, Zheng Zhihu shook his already shriveled water bag and hummed: "Damn, this broken place can kill the dog!"

Zheng Zhifeng handed his water bag helplessly to Zheng Zhihu: "Second brother, you should save some money. There is only a little water left for us brothers. If you drink it all, our brothers will be thirsty."

Zheng Zhihu turned his head and looked at the other soldiers' water bags that were also close to the shriveled, and curled his lips and said, "You'd better keep it yourself, I'm not thirsty now!"

While he was talking, a crisp sound came from his feet, causing Zheng Zhihu and others to stop.

After kicking the surrounding grass with his feet, Zheng Zhihu picked up a piece of white bone from the ground and was stunned after holding it in his hand.

After a long time of careful look, Zheng Zhihu handed the bones to Zheng Zhifeng, and then laughed wildly: "It's not a desert island! There are people on this island!"

After repeatedly confirming that the bone was a piece of adult leg bone, Zheng Zhifeng also laughed wildly: "As long as there are people, you are not afraid of no water or food!"

Other soldiers who were sweating all over by the sun and were no longer energetic were also excited when they heard this.

Everyone was not worried about the people on this island, but was worried that the broken place was a deserted island.

If it is a desert island, where to find food will become a big problem, not to mention the water source that everyone cannot live without.

As for the people on the island, none of the people present was worried.

The countless victories from Da Ryukyu to Luzon made the soldiers of the South China Sea Fleet extremely convinced that there was no one on the sea except for themselves.

Even those so-called barbarians who can roam on the sea are the same. Before the barbarians, Zheng and Eunuch Zheng had already voyaged to the West seven times. They didn't even touch any barbarians who could fight?

However, out of caution, Zheng Zhifeng arranged the soldiers to form a standard march formation. In front of them, more than a dozen scouts were released from far away, then the shield player with a large shield, then the spearman, and then the musketeer.

Zheng Zhifeng is confident that he will escape without encountering the enemy ten times more than him.

After moving forward for several miles, the news that the scouts returned made Zheng Zhifeng even more overjoyed that he had indeed discovered the natives in front of him.

To be precise, it is not appropriate to call it a native, it is more appropriate to call it a savage or Kunlun slave!

After hearing the scout's reward, Zheng Zhifeng turned his head and looked at Zheng Zhihu: "Second brother, now it's time for our brothers to be promoted and rich! If this place is full of Kunlun slaves, not to mention how much money those Kunlun slaves can sell, just the merit of expanding the land will be enough for our brothers to be granted marquis and generals!"

When Zheng Zhihu heard this, his eyes began to shine: "What are you waiting for? I first catch the barbarian and exchange it for silver, and then bring my brothers to grab the territory!"

Zheng Zhifeng stopped Zheng Zhihu's behavior: "Don't worry, take your brothers over to see what's going on, and then see if you can get information about the water source!"

What made Zheng Zhifeng sad was that the Kunlun slaves on this big island were not friendly, or were hostile to all strangers. After so many people were captured by the Franji barbarians, the Kunlun slaves directly thought that there was no good thing outsiders.

What's more, the equipment of these people who appear now is obviously better than the red-haired and blue-eyed guys who appear before!

After Zheng Zhifeng arrived in front of the formation, Kunlun slave opposite had already set up his formation, holding a messy stick in his hand that could be called a weapon, and was calling something.

After pursing his ears and listening carefully for a long time, Zheng Zhifeng regretfully realized that she didn't understand what Kunlun slave opposite was calling.

He poked the translation beside him with his hand, and Zheng Zhifeng squinted his eyes: "What are the Kunlun slaves across the street calling?"

After listening to the translation for a long time, he said to Zheng Zhifeng helplessly: "Sir, I can't understand what they call in ghosts."

Zheng Zhifeng mocked: "It is easy to translate and translate, and I can't even understand the words of just a few natives. Where do you think you can translate it?"

When Tongzhi heard this, her face turned red and said, "You can understand the language of those Franchise barbarians, but it does not mean that you know all the languages!

Besides, although Bei Zhi couldn't understand what the barbarians on the other side were calling, they obviously did not intend to communicate with us in a friendly manner?"

Zheng Zhifeng spat and said, "Nonsense! I also heard that this group of barbarians are malicious. Go and test it with Franji to see if these barbarians can understand?"

The general translation didn't take Zheng Zhifeng's ridicule at all.

In fact, the entire fleet is full of birds. Swearing does not necessarily mean being unfriendly to you, and praising you does not necessarily mean being recognized by you.

While Tongzhi was walking in front of the formation, Zheng Zhihu said to Zheng Zhifeng: "What should I do in a while? Don't you kill them directly?"

Zheng Zhifeng shook her head and said, "Look at the situation first. The best way is to actually use the set of Xinming Island."

Zheng Zhihu said frantically: "What's the one from Xinming Island?"

Zheng Zhifeng smiled and said, "Yes. First find a place to dig a hole, then throw some rags in, then bury the stone tablet, and then dig it out.

After this trick, who can say that this is not my territory of the Ming Dynasty? If so, let him talk to the musket in our hands!"

Although Zheng Zhihu believed that his brain was not as good as Zheng Zhifeng, he still retorted: "Nonsense! It's okay for the barbarians on Xinming Island to be fine, it's not much like us. It's okay for him to insist that they are descendants of the Shang Dynasty.

But these Kunlun slaves in front of you, look, they are like those dug out of the coal pile. What do you say?"

Zheng Zhifeng chuckled and said, "Kunlun slave! Second brother, since there are Kunlun slaves here, they must be the land of Kunlun.

When we come here, we go west through Luzon, and this place must be Western Kunlun.

Western Kunlun, the land of the Queen Mother of the West, has been my land of China since ancient times. If you say that this place is not owned by my Ming Dynasty, do you believe it?"

Zheng Zhihu was stunned when he heard this. Although he had known that there was no good thing for these guys who had studied, his fifth brother was too nonsense!

But Zheng Zhifeng immediately showed evidence that was not a myth: "When King Sima Yu of Langya had three sons when he was young, none of them survived.

Later, he recruited many beautiful women into the palace but had nowhere to come out until a minister discovered Li Lingrong.

There is a record in the Book of Jin: Li Lingrong "has long and dark in appearance, and all the palace people call him Kunlun slaves.

Look at these barbarians in front of you, which one is not a Kunlun slave? How come my mother’s home is not my Central Plains land?”

Zheng Zhihu didn't know Li Lingrong or something at all, nor was he interested, and he was even less interested in the women among the barbarians in front of him.

They were so dark that they couldn't even be thrown out from the pile of coals. They didn't have a thread on their chests, which was extremely intoxicating!

For such a woman, Zheng Zhihu didn't even feel a little bit hard to show respect!

Is the Sima family emperor quite a heavy taste?

After this thought flashed through his mind, Zheng Zhihu shook his head and drove this ridiculous idea out of his mind.

But no matter what, Lao Wu is really good at making fun of it. After he said this, even if someone wants to refuse to admit it is the land of the Ming Dynasty!

Zheng Zhihu was having these messy thoughts in his mind, and the translator who came out of the formation also finished shouting Zheng Zhifeng's explanation in Franji language: "I'm just waiting here to find some water to drink, and there is no malice!"

When the general interpreter saw the barbarians on the other side, he thought that these Kunlun slaves understood Franji's words and were about to say a few more words, but what greeted him was the overwhelming javelin.

With the scream of "Oh my God!", Tongyi had already rolled and crawled back to the shield.

The shield players calmly raised their shields and stopped all the javelins.

With a crackling wave of thoughts, the javelin thrown on the shield finally fell to the ground weakly.

As the shield players landed the shield on the ground, the spearmen also held the long gun stick on the ground, and the tip of the gun stretched out, and the upper part of the gun stick was supported on the shield. The musket queue behind the spearmen also started shooting directly in a standard training form.

But to everyone's surprise, the Kunlun slaves on the opposite side had already fled in all directions after throwing the javelin, and the projectiles shot by the musketeers did not hit these Kunlun slaves at all!

Zheng Zhihu's face was already dark: "Damn it! How many rounds of ammunition have you shot, you have mastered this level? Even a few Kunlun slaves have not hit! After returning, he will practice more! More!"

After cursing, Zheng Zhihu, who was still angry, added another sentence: "Look at me, I won't practice you to death!"

Zheng Zhifeng stopped Zheng Zhihu who was angry and smiled and said, "Second brother calm down. No one expected that these Kunlun slaves had such a virtue!

However, these Kunlun slaves are better, which will facilitate our future actions.

Without further ado, we will collect some food and water first, and then we will go back and send someone to find the broken bricks and tiles on the boat."

Zheng Zhihu groaned, but there was no way that these Kunlun slaves ran fast enough. In the blink of an eye, there was no other good way to do it except according to Zheng Zhifeng's words.

Zheng Zhilong, who received the reward, was also confused.

This has found the Kunlun slave’s nest? The land’s magnitude is pretty good?

After thinking about it, Zheng Zhilong also turned his attention to Zheng Zhifeng: "Old Wu, you have the most ideas. What should you do if you see the rest?"
Chapter completed!