Chen Mu made a mistake, it was not the British who came.

Faricart, who was born as a Spanish pirate, stood in the Beiyang Yamen wearing Ming clothes, and looked through the window at the training of the new cavalry recruited in Beiyang. Seeing Chen Mu bringing everyone in, he quickly stood upright and gave a strange military salute when Chen Mu stepped into the yamen in a way that looked neither Spanish nor Ming.

The Spanish pirates stood in the right place in the dispute between Chen Mu and Spain, and obtained a vast land in the south of Luzon as a private farm, and served in the county - enjoying the same status as those native tribal chiefs.

In his eyes, Ming Kingdom had another brand new and powerful legion.

Chen Mu nodded and looked back, and looked at the hall. Several Westerners who looked like exotic warriors looked at him restlessly: "British?"

"General, they are not English. Although I have never been under the king of Spain, I will not let the English board my boat." Farrikat was used to wearing plain silk robe, putting his hands between his belly, and lowering his head: "They are Irish. Although Elizabeth of England thinks he is the queen of Ireland, they admit that Philip of Spain is the king of Ireland."

Irish?

Ireland...Is there a place in Ireland in the sixteenth century?

It’s not that Chen Mu knows little, but that Ireland has no sense of existence at all in this era.

In this country, no, why do people in this region travel across the ocean to the Ming Dynasty, and even go to Tianjin to find themselves through Luzon?

To be disappointed, there is indeed a little bit when I hear that it is not the British.

However, this also made Chen Mu more interested. He looked at the uneasy Irish in the hall and asked Faricart: "Can they communicate normally?"

Several Irish people have distinctive appearances and dresses, with long brown and red shawls and thick beards, and they are strong in their bodies, but most people may be malnourished and look taller than him, so they look short, fat and rude.

The two were obviously knights. The noble young men dressed similarly to the Spanish, wearing bright half-body armor. Even the cross badges that Chen Mu had seen on the Spanish sailboat made him suspect that these armors were obtained from Spain. They also wore plain stockings on their legs, which looked a bit heavy and light-footed, and were covered with a green checkered cloak with national characteristics on their shoulders.

The other soldiers were much simpler in their equipment, holding blue hoodies, white tights, short skirts or thin trousers. Some were for showing their legs, while others simply did not wear pants under their skirts, exposed thick leg hair, and short shoes or boots on their feet; some were wearing green, light blue or brown cloaks on their clothes, while others did not.

On the table were their nose-protecting helmets similar to the Vikings, and several warriors were wearing chain mail outside their clothes.

No one has weapons.

In front of the Beiyang Banner Army standing outside the yamen were their weapons, including big swords with high hands with high chests, small round shields, long daggers, short daggers, a long bow and two long muskets. The most exaggerated thing was that there was a very long chopping axe.

“They can speak Spanish.”

Chen Mu swept over the middle-aged man who was obviously surrounded by the Irish people. He was dressed the most luxuriously. He was wearing a crimson velvet jacket with white fur. His soft hat was inlaid with three symbolic martens. He had a gold-plated silver ring on the crown and eight small silver balls on the upper edge. If it weren't for plain tights, it would have looked very good-looking - with a bit of the style of a chief of the Qianhu tribe of Mongolia.

"Dear General Chen, we come to see you from a long distance. Please accept our gift."

Although he did not agree with the aesthetics of the Western era in his heart, he was quite sensible in giving gifts without saying a word. Chen Mu nodded slowly, spread his hands to Liu Dechang, Du Song and others behind him, "Let's find a place to sit, and the guests can sit."

He said the second half in Spanish, and then sat on the main seat himself. As for the gift box given by the Irish, he did not look at it, but asked after the tea, "It is really not easy for you to come from there. Is it a Spanish merchant ship? What's the matter with me?"

Faricart also took his seat with pleasure, as if his words could no longer express what he wanted to express. He gestured with his hands: "His Excellency Sean O'Neill is a very powerful noble in his hometown, the third level of the Europa nobleman. The place named Tyrone was granted him as a fief, rich and with huge military power."

"The third-level title?" Chen Mu asked before he turned around at the beginning, "How many levels are there in total?"

As soon as he said that, he reacted and said, "Level 5?"

Farika said, then he heard Chen Mu sitting in the head suddenly laughing and said, "Then just translate it like this, Duke, Marquis, Bozinan, that is, this is an earl? Coincidentally, I am also an earl."

After saying this, I feel refreshed to become a feudal landlord!

Chen Mu was not the only one who was secretly happy in his heart. Faricart was really happy and said, "In Tailong, he has more than 20,000 acres of land, and has more than 5,000 people directly under his command. He has dozens of small nobles and knights with land but no land. He can recruit thousands of troops to fight - better than the lower level."

In the last sentence, Faricart said it in Fujian official language.

It is just a little stronger. After all, Luzon has a small population, but in terms of the land under its jurisdiction, Faricart owns and controls, and even has more than this "O'Neal". It's just that most of his land is rotten or has not yet been cultivated.

Speaking of which, the Pirates have definitely succeeded in doing this way.

Faricart didn't say much, but Chen Mu extracted enough information in it. For example, Sean of Tyrone had a lot of land under his command, but not many nobles and knights, and not many troops recruited, which shows that his land could not bring him wealth, and it could even be said to be relatively poor.

In Chen Mu's understanding, the Earl should be the mainstay of European countries, which means that most Irish nobles are weak.

Thinking of this, Chen Mu could probably guess something, so he spread his hands and asked, "So, is your visit here for trade?"

But this kind of thing does not seem to require the lord to come in person, nor does it have to come to him specifically. Huang Cheng, who wants to buy the goods and mirror, can get things done.

"For a long time, Ireland has provided a large number of high-quality mercenaries for England, Scotland, Spain, and France, but Queen Elizabeth of England did not recognize my status in Tyrone, and her relationship with His Highness the King was getting worse and worse." Earl of Tyrone Sean stood up from her seat and said straight: "I heard that the Khan of the Kingdom has formed a strong alliance with His Highness the King. Maybe the general can help Ireland?"

Khan of the Ming Dynasty?

Chen Mu blinked. This was a fierce count who flew across the river after he believed the rumors. However, the alliance between Ming and Spain was just a fool. Not only did he know it, but it was just a delaying strategy for Philip.

So, if you come here, will Philip doubt your loyalty?

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Chapter completed!