Chapter 928: Hometown Accent

"Oh my god, who did the Portuguese offend? Why are there so many warships? They are going to attack Bambu.��

At the port of Bambu, a 20-year-old thin young man stood on the dock carrying a sack of spices.

He had been working hard until the alarm bell rang and people pointed at the sea. He looked over and was immediately frightened.

"It must be another Western country. Is there any need to ask?" There was a sturdy man of the same age next to the young man.

Compared to the indifference of the thin young man, there was unconcealed fear in his eyes, "Don't stand there, run quickly, no matter which Western country it is, they will definitely burn, kill and loot if they occupy this place, especially us. "

The thin young man came to his senses immediately. He turned his head and found that both the natives of Luzon and the overseas Song people on the dock had fled in panic.

The Portuguese who managed the port even climbed onto the carriage and even threw away their vests.

The hundred Portuguese soldiers who usually guarded Bambu and were rampant did not go to the port after the alarm sounded, but fled in the opposite direction.

These Portuguese soldiers are not stupid.

How could a mere hundred people resist such a huge fleet?

"No, why is there a word of Da Song on this warship?" The thin young man was about to follow the sturdy young man to escape, but was suddenly stunned.

As the warship got closer and closer, the flag on the warship became clearer and clearer.

"This is the fleet of Da Song. "The thin young man suddenly shouted.

The sturdy young man ran out about ten meters, then retracted his steps and looked at the sea.

Then he was stunned.

For them who have been carrying goods in the port for many years, they know more about the overseas situation than others.

After all, merchants from overseas always bring some interesting stories.

Among them, the hottest topic among merchants during this period is about Dasong and a man called King Yan.

However, if they are natives of Luzon, they are naturally not interested in the interesting stories of Dasong.

But they are different, because they have the blood of Dasong people in their bones.

His parents were fishermen who couldn't survive in Haizhou, Dasong. They fled here for 20 years and gave birth to him.

Only when they came here did his parents understand.

They just came from the hell created by the powerful family to another hell.

In the past 20 years, he and his parents have lived an inhuman life.

Like forcing other overseas Song people in Bambu, the Portuguese forced their parents to enter the rainforest west of Bambu to collect spices.

They would only give them one every day. a piece of stinky black bread.

If the amount collected was not enough, they would be beaten when they returned, and even the black bread would be gone.

In such a harsh environment, his parents barely supported him.

When he was fourteen years old, he was sent to the port to carry goods, and this work lasted for six years.

In addition to the oppression of the Portuguese, they were also bullied by the natives of Luzon.

At the port, he was beaten by the natives of Luzon many times, just because they were in a bad mood.

And the Portuguese managers of the port tacitly accepted their bullying and never asked about it.

It was in this incompatible environment.

Whenever he woke up in the middle of the night, he would think of Dasong where his parents lived.

There was a strong urge to return to this hometown that truly belonged to him.

But he knew very well that he had no money and could not drive a boat, so he could not escape from here at all.

What's more, there were the powerful and wealthy families that his parents said were like beasts.

But now, the merchants said that the King of Yan eliminated the powerful and wealthy families.

Dasong was different from before.

"So what? Who knows what they are doing here? Let's hide first. "The sturdy young man was stunned for a while, and then ran away again.

The thin young man thought it made sense, so he ran away.

But he looked back from time to time, and there seemed to be light in his eyes.

At the same time.

The Marines were getting closer and closer to the port.

In less than a minute, the boat they were riding arrived at the shore.

Two hundred Marines quickly entered the port from the east and west and occupied it.

Then, warships docked at the port of Bambu one after another, and the troop transport ship also arrived at the shore.

At this time, more Marines got off the troop transport ship.

They crossed the port, entered the city of Bambu, and controlled the streets and alleys of Bambu.

"It's really boring. I thought there would be a war, but I didn't expect the Portuguese soldiers to run away completely."

Generals such as Zhou Yi, Song Xiang, and Pan Chang also got off the warship.

After occupying Bambu very smoothly, Pan Chang couldn't help but complain.

Song Xiang heard this and laughed, "You don't call that a war, you call it bullying. "

After that, the two laughed.

Zhou Yi had a smile on his face, and he said: "You can talk nonsense later, but now find the Song people from the sea in Bambu and gather them at the port. We want to restore order in Bambu."

Then he added, "Our order."

Pan Chang replied yes, and immediately ordered the soldiers to knock on the doors of every household.

Although many managers in Bambu ran away with the Portuguese.

But most people chose to stay, for most natives.

It doesn't matter who rules them, and for the Song people from overseas, they don't need to flee Bambu.

Because their fate is the same everywhere.

However, when they saw that it was the Song soldiers who broke in, they felt complicated.

But they still followed the soldiers' orders and went to the open space in front of Bambu Port.

"Oh my God, are they disaster victims?" Ragged, pale-faced and skinny overseas Song people arrived at the port one after another.

Looking at this group of beggar-like people, Song Xiang sighed.

"At least the disaster victims are still free. We can only say that they are just slaves here." Zhou Yi frowned.

When Dong An came back from the Southern Region, he introduced the living conditions of the Song people in the Southern Region.

His eyes swept across the faces of many overseas Song people, and Zhou Yi said loudly, "What you are in front of is the army of the Song people, the army of the King of Yan of the Song Dynasty. We are here to drive away the Portuguese. We are here to give you freedom."

"From now on, you don't have to be enslaved by the Portuguese, nor will you be bullied by the natives of Luzon, because you are Song people, the Song Dynasty has not forgotten you, and His Royal Highness the King of Yan, who eliminated the powerful and wealthy families, has not forgotten you. No matter where you go, the Song Navy will be your strong backing."

Silence.

Zhou Yi's words made the overseas Song people who were originally trembling with fear seem to be still.

Afterwards, it was like ice and snow melting.

These overseas Song people looked hard at the Da Song soldiers wearing green uniforms, holding muskets, standing proudly.

They looked at the steamships and huge sailing warships with smoke columns on the sea behind them.

The name Da Song awakened the deepest longing in their hearts.

Zhou Yi's words were like the villagers at the entrance of the village, calling them kindly, and they burst into tears instantly.