Please report to General Chen, who is invincible, I am Drake from England, and I have been fortunate to meet General Shao Tingda, and I bring a letter from the Queen."

In the square in front of the Dongyang Military Government Office, the middle-aged man in a sleeveless jacket looked up at the scorching sun in annoyance, and his mouth opened and closed and cursed silently. In the end, he could only unbutton his body and walked towards the pavilion at the corner of the square with a young man.

"Xiao Fu, go there and wait for heatstroke if you wait any longer. Don't expect the arrogant Ming people to help us."

His name is Francis Drake, and he is a very dangerous person in Spain both in the old and new.

The young man around him was named Francis Bacon. He entered Cambridge at the age of twelve and served as an envoy to France at the age of 15. This year, he went home to attend the funeral due to his father's death. He was later assigned as an envoy to the Ming Dynasty and accompanied Drake to the New World.

Two people with the same name came from England and suffered all the hardships from the Spanish and Ming army along the way.

That's not true. The Spaniards did not make things difficult for them because the Spaniards did not find them, otherwise there would be no difficulties at all. They would shoot directly.

However, the Ming army, Drake was not an envoy sent by Queen Elizabeth. He just used his fleet to provide escort. However, in the West Indies, Li Dan's ships did not allow the English to enter the waters. After all, Drake was one of the most notorious pirates in this waters, and even Li Dan and Chen Jiujing had heard of it.

The Spaniard's treasure ship was successfully robbed only twice in the past ten years. Once in Manila, it was plundered from the sea by Chen Mu on the expedition. Because the transaction had been completed, Chen Mu grabbed the goods.

Another time happened in the Isthmus of Panama, with the protagonist Drake.

Even after showing evidence of the Queen's letters and her previous friendly exchanges with Shao Tingda, Li Dan still did not completely let the envoy fleet go. He seized six large and small English ships and brought them to Qilin Port, allowing only two people to carry letters to Changsheng.

This situation meant danger to Drake, and the reason why he and his cousin Hawkins began to retaliate against the Spanish was that they were deceived by the Spanish governor to call the port, and then the fleet was killed.

After discussion, the real messenger Edward Fenton was left at Qilin Harbor. Old Ferdrake and Little Ferbacon landed from the Gulf of Mexico under the escort of the Ming army, crossed the Communist Region and arrived at the border, and were then taken to Changsheng County.

Although Ping An was not bullied all the way, she was under great psychological pressure.

Even now, there are always beating gunshots not far from them. They can't hear this sound without even listening carefully, because it lasts for too long and is like white noise, and it will be directly ignored by the head.

The long and rhythmic musket sound of the Ming army can be shot from morning to night.

Little Ferbacon sat dignified in the pavilion. Since his father passed away, he had lost his source of life and had no chance to study with the envoy in France. If it weren't for the opportunity to go on a mission to Ming Dynasty, he would have wanted to study at Grey Law School, after all, he was responsible for food and accommodation.

There are indeed many universities in Europe, but this university understands different concepts from later generations. First of all, those schools are generally seminary, mainly studying theology. Secondly, universities in this era are more like schools because there are no primary schools and no middle schools. Although these schools later became universities, it does not mean that they were universities in the past.

Because if there is no primary education, there will be no relative higher education, only education.

Francis, one big and one small, sat in the pavilion to shade, and was irritated by the stuffy and humid air. Such humidity made people feel like there was a sign of an upcoming downpour of rain, which was not a good sign for the two of them.

Bacon looked carefully at the architectural style he had never seen before in the distance. The tall eaves on the rows of houses, the white walls, green tiles and tiles, and all kinds of birds and beasts were flying. The trees growing over the courtyard wall bloomed and bloomed, and the beauty and divinity were everywhere.

People who were in a hurry on the street were wearing clothes that were very different from those of Europe. They could not see any poor man in the European sense. Some people wore loose clothes with relatively monotonous color matching, but the exquisite workmanship made people look clean and decent. Some people's clothes had more complex patterns, but they were far away and could not be sure whether those dark patterns existed. It was just that more colors and accessories made them look noble but not vulgar.

Everyone has a healthy complexion and a complacent expression.

Walking on the official road away from the town, it doesn't feel any difference, but the number of carriages coming and going to and deliver goods far exceeds the suburbs of London or Paris shows extraordinary prosperity. Every country road will make them misunderstand that it is the road leading to the town, but this road leads to the end.

The crowds are getting denser, and a village has more residents than a town in Europe. Those towns that will be named excellent in Europe are just a village without even a name. Bacon found that it is a very important thing - there are no churches here.

There are tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people living in a place, but there is no church.

When he mentioned this to Drake, the old pirate leader showed a mocking look: "Didn't you notice that the land of the Ming Empire is extremely prosperous? I began to believe that their local roads were paved with gold. If we could trade with them, we could make a lot of money. Your life will no longer be settled, and I can also buy a few ships soon. No, I will have a large fleet of twelve ships!"

"England can also become rich soon, no longer be afraid of the threat from the Spanish, we can sail freely on the sea."

Drake touched his chin, shaved beard to avoid the Spanish patrol, and his eyes showed extraordinary desire: "Who cares if there is a church? I only care that their town has no walls. What kind of people will not build walls for their own towns?"

"Maybe they are idiots, maybe the ones who want to attack them are idiots." Little Ferbacon stated this sentence very seriously, and then reminded: "In view of the fact that they built this town one year after landing in the New World, and defeated the Spaniards in this year... I think the Ming people are the latter."

Drake curled his lips and sighed softly for some reason: "Please call them the Ming Empire. The generals of the West Indies seem to like the country that others call them like - that person, are those people from the town hall Spanish?"

A few Spanish soldiers with high-top helmets walked out of the Oriental Military Government. Surrounded by them, the extremely gorgeously dressed people bowed to the young man standing sideways in the military government, and received their swords and muskets from the flag guards in front of the government, and gradually left in the direction of the port.

This scene made Drake suddenly want to stand up, and he stopped alertly after half of his movements, and looked around carefully as he tried to find a way to escape.

"They were still fighting last time I came here, and they shouldn't be as friendly as they seem!"
Chapter completed!