Port of Goa, India, the garrison of the Western Military Palace.

The bird gunners in eastern Zhejiang unloaded a new batch of weapons and commercial goods through the Strait of Malacca. Young officers commanded the local garrison flag soldiers to carry batches of cotton thread and iron ingots to Shanghai ships.

Qi Jimei, the general general of Indian South, turned over and dismounted the horse, handed the reins to the guards in front of the yamen. Finally, she looked back at the bustling street market under the scorching sun, sorted out her official robes, and stepped into the official residence.

The Turkic envoy wrapped in a headscarf, wearing a big beard and wearing an Ottoman-style robe was walking out of the mansion. He looked at him with a look of surprise and was stunned. He raised his hand and bowed stiffly. Without waiting for him to return the gift, he lifted his foot away. He stepped on the servant's back and turned his horse and headed north.

The Mughal army had no ships and did not develop naval forces, but their warships were large and their guns were many. They were pilgrimage ships directly belonging to Akbar, with few numbers.

The foreign envoy stared at him like a knife for no reason, which made Qi Jimei, who had just returned from the Lion Kingdom. In his impression, the Western Military Palace had a good relationship with all surrounding countries, and this should not happen.

Western military administrations are not as fond of being fathers as the Nanyang military administrations. They can rely on trade to get everything they want, even though they are neighbors with Mughals, Safibos and the Ottomans, they never involve territorial disputes or wars between them.

The Ming merchants backed by the military forces of the Western Military Palace were transcendent and independent of this land. Even if the merchants were doing business on the war border, everyone could still open their stores in the Ming Dynasty, and even set up peaceful areas on the battlefield to protect the people.

This feeling made Qi Jimei feel so strange - how long has it been since he been stared at with hatred?

When he walked into the main hall of the military government office, he saw the old but strong Western minister Yin Zhengmao sitting on the chair, holding his arm on the tea table and pressing his head with his hands on his head, and his lips drooped: "Are you back? Sit, you're here just right, the Mongolian envoy just left."

"I saw it, and met him when I entered the mansion." Qi Jimei sat in the hall after the military salute, spreading his hands helplessly and said, "Do you want to make the Ming Dynasty give in to the trade? It seems that the negotiations have failed."

Yin Zhengmao shook his head slowly, and his lips curled up stiffly, as if he was amused by Qi Jimei's relaxed tone, but he did not laugh. He just raised his left hand and asked the guards standing beside him to take the official documents on the table to Qi Jimei, saying: "It's not trade. The rebellion in the eastern region that Mughal had just conquered four years ago, and the wars affected Bihar and Bangladesh provinces. They launched a large army to quell the rebellion, saying that it was blocked by the Ming army's warships moored in the Ganges, and these ships also sunk the canal ships they transported their supplies."

"I don't know that the military mansion is mooring warships in the Ganges."

Qi Jimei spread her hands in front of her, her expression was extremely innocent. She opened her mouth several times before she said cowardly: "I don't know about it, I don't know about it."

Yin Zhengmao said, raised his hand and pointed out outside the yamen, saying, "Their envoys stayed in my yamen for four days. Speaking of the king of the country, he had sent envoys to the east to meet His Majesty three months ago."

"The rider who came back this morning said that there was indeed a Liujia warship parked in the Ganges River. It was Yi Kongzhao's flagship from Baiguwei, and was ordered to protect the abbot of Xi Shaolin in Bengal in Tianshi. Alas."

Seeing Yin Zhengmao's appearance, the old man was very angry: "That's a wine monk. How could a master eat two kilograms of beef a day? He also taught the Dharma! What Dharma can he teach? He fought all four hundred temples in the Xuanwei Department of Myanmar in two years."

"I didn't believe it at first, and insisted that it was not my Western warship. But the rider came back and said that it was our warship, more than 200 merchant ships, more than 10,000 monks and warriors who were transported from Myanmar, and even the war elephants were transported. It's not for the people to sue."

Yin Zhengmao was helpless: "I am seventeen years old this year. I am not Chen Lin from Nanyang. Chen Mu from Dongyang is so young. Why are these things under my rule?"

This is not the first time that something like this happened. Since Yin Zhengmao took office as the Western Minister, Lin Afeng was the first person to wipe his butt. The pirate leader deceived the Lion Kingdom's gems, and then attacked Goa and provoked merchant ships from all over the coastal countries.

Everyone thought it was his Western Military Mansion ship. He finally took it apart and started working. He planned to clear the pirates first. Gao Gong from Nanyang sent a message to ask him to work with Lin Feng. Later, the emperor simply named Lin Feng the king.

Now that there is another great monk, I don’t know what is wrong. I want to get involved in the war between the rebels of Bangladesh, summon tens of thousands of Buddha ships to lock the Ganges, cut off the baggage line of the Mughal counter-rebellion army, and take over the fortress of Patna, and kill the rebel army.

"I have long said that I shouldn't have let Mang Yinglong's defeated soldiers flee into the temple, and something will happen sooner or later."

When Yin Zhengmao said that he was a monk in heaven, Qi Jimei understood it.

An acquaintance, his command of 3,000 bird gunmen from east Zhejiang were stationed in Myanmar and asked Tianshi to teach the spear technique.

"That was from the Nanyang Military Palace. He was the first to be the instructor of the gun and stick under the command of Chen Shuai of Dongyang. Shuai Chen returned to the capital to ask the cabinet for instructions on the grounds that there were many temples in Burmese and that he was named the abbot of Xi Shaolin, with the intention of spreading Buddhism to the West."

"The person from the Nanyang Military Palace? You only know one thing but not the other. He is Yu Shuai." Yin Zhengmao and Yu Dayou colluded with each other several times, and knew everything as they knew, saying: "As early as the 32nd year of Jiajing, Japanese pirates invaded Hangzhou. The three pirates took the monk soldiers forty as the front drive, and the monk soldiers were the leader of the monk soldiers as their innocence. The two of them defeated the Japanese pirates. Later, the monk soldiers were ambushed by the Japanese pirates and were killed in battle. The Shaolin abbot was furious and personally led a hundred monk soldiers out of the mountain gate, killing more than a thousand Japanese pirates to revenge."

"It's the time when I went down the mountain. I joined the army for twenty years. Later, I broke the law and died and was taken in by Chen Shuai... Where is this in the world? Well? Chen Shuai didn't have a good intention! The emperor and the cabinet did not know that the Buddha's name were spreading in the west, but Chen Shuai knew that. If you choose this abbot to spread Buddhism in the west, which Buddhist teachings can you pass on? Is it the Bird Gun Buddhism or the Folangji Buddhism?"

"This time, the same is true. Tianshi led hundreds of monks in Guangcheng into India, and he accidentally injured the rebel army outside the city. Forty-four monks were killed. Tens of thousands of defeated soldiers in Myanmar were collected into the temple. He took a boat to cross the sea with an order. He was going to fight!"

In fact, Yin Zhengmao was not too annoyed by the sky. What he was most annoyed was the Western Military Palace.

Speaking of which, your Nanyang Military Palace, regardless of the past Gao Gong or Chen Lin, is the emperor of the hundreds of countries in the South China Sea. No matter what the rule is, you can decide. Your Dongyang Military Palace, you are the officials and ministers of the East China Sea. You are also the emperor's Shang Fangjian, and you can act on the emperor's affairs overseas.

Where is his Western Military Palace?

Pirates, pirates cannot control the founding of the country; monks cannot control the war.

Very powerless!

Qi Jimei couldn't feel the imbalance in Yin Zhengmao's heart at all. He thought this was quite reasonable. If you kill the monks from the Ming Dynasty, don't blame the monks for hitting you, right?

I have already given you a mercy to let the monks beat you up.

"What should we do, then Grandmaster, do we want to help in the war? This is the abbot of Xi Shaolin whom His Majesty personally conferred the title of His Majesty. The cabinet has a document asking them to spread Buddhism to the West."

"Assisting the war? Are you still using helping the war?"

Yin Zhengmao shook his head and said, "He doesn't need us to help the war. The sky has issued a monk's order for help. Not only the monks in Burma, but also the Wutai Mountain, Funiu Mountain, Shaoshi Mountain, Jiulian Mountain, and even the monks who went to Korea. The Japanese monks who were asking for help have already boarded the boat and were on the way. Do we need us to help the war? That monk is a madman."

Qi Jimei blinked and was a little confused about the current situation: "Then, then he has so many people, what should I do if the baggage is done?"
Chapter completed!