Tomorrow

The first five chapters, cheers, cheers!

　　 "Bad is already dissatisfied with us, why did you send him to negotiate with Muhammad?"

　　 Hearing that Han Xiufen sent Bud to the shore, Liu Mingliang hurriedly ended his work and rushed over.

　　 Han Xiufen sat on the chair without raising her head and said: "Don't let him go to Mohammed, what excuse should I use to replace him?"

　　 Liu Mingliang relaxed when he heard the words, and came to Han Xiufen and said, "Who is the next real power figure among black people?"

　　 "Bamon!"

　　 Liu Mingliang recalled this Bamon, but he didn't seem to have any impression.

　　Han Xiufen said again: "Remember Barry, who was executed by you for rebelling on Paradise Island?"

　　 Liu Mingliang nodded.

　　 Han Xiufen said: "Bamon is Barry's younger brother, and so is Bud!"

　　 Listening to Han Xiufen's words, Liu Mingliang was a little puzzled.

　　 Han Xiufen looked at Liu Mingliang's somewhat impatient explanation: "Rights need to be inherited, and class needs to be cultivated."

　　 Liu Mingliang suddenly remembered that it was Bud who had given Barry the last blow, and he suddenly realized, "Bamon will monitor Bud, right?"

　　Han Xiufen glanced at Liu Mingliang and resumed the state of closed eyes and contemplation.

　　 "The captured Dutch are very valuable, and artillery is even more valuable. Why do you want to give half of it to Muhammad?

　　 If he is armed, our territory here will be dangerous.

　　 is also unfair to the Han people here. "

Han Xiufen sighed and said: "For the first time we met a group of people who could run around carrying the capital. We defeated Mohammed today. Tomorrow, they will carry things on their backs and move them to another place. Put down the things, and the capital will reappear.

　　 Dealing with such a group of people can only minimize their existence, rather than defeat them over and over again. "

　　 "Muhammad is not so easy to be fooled."

　　 "I'm just testing it out, it depends on Bud's ability."

　　 Liu Mingliang nodded. When he came out of Han Xiufen’s room, he saw a giant man tied to a tree. He returned to the room and said to Han Xiufen, “You need two maids, not male slaves!

　　We are in the barbaric land, it does not mean that we will also become barbarians, we still need to have the etiquette. "

　　Han Xiufen whispered: "When I was fighting with him, he claimed that he wanted me to be his slave girl."

　　 This is the **** hatred, and Liu Mingliang doesn't say anything anymore.

He once again left Han Xiufen's room, came to the strong giant man, took out his short sword, and pierced it into the hip of the giant sweat fiercely. He only heard the giant roar and twisted frantically. The body, the leaves fell like snow flakes.

Liu Mingliang didn’t move at all. He squeezed the dagger and turned it fiercely twice, making sure that it was done cleanly. Then he drew out the dagger and said to the black guards on the side: "Heal him, this is Slave to Boss Han."

　　 After speaking, he wiped the dagger clean on the giant man who had passed out, and walked away.

　　Leonie witnessed the tragedy with her own eyes, and smiled and entered Han Xiufen’s room and said: "The boss, I think our second boss likes you."

　　 Han Xiufen couldn't understand what Leo Ni said, and said helplessly: "He is like this. Since he planted a big somersault on your maid, the whole person has become abnormal."

　　Leonie nodded repeatedly and said: "Yes, yeah, Seville really hopes to give birth to our two or three heads again. This is her way of getting rich.

Huh?

　　 If I met a beloved man, they wouldn’t do the same, would they? "

Han Xiufen looked at Leo Ni and said, "If you want to be a real nobleman in Lantian, it is best to keep your virgin body. When we return to the land one day, we go to the glorious Lantian to accept the canonization. You will find that because of this, you will get a great deal of preferential treatment."

　　Leonie nodded earnestly. She and his father Kahn are actually the same kind of people, and they have a perverted pursuit of status and glory.

　　 The negotiations between Bud and Mohammed are effective.

　　According to the agreement, Mohammed’s wooden palace no longer needs to be relocated, and the fishermen by the sea don’t have to pack their own things and run around the palace.

　　 And what Han Xiufen needs to pay is the artillery that sank in the strait.

　　The salvaged artillery, in principle, all belong to Muhammad.

　　Of course, to salvage these artillery, Lantian pirates and King Mohammed need to send a large number of fishermen who can dive very deep.

　　 The sea bed here is not deep, and the mast of the silent Karak galleon is still exposed on the sea.

　　 As long as the balsa wood is tied to the artillery one by one, the heavy artillery can finally be lifted from the bottom of the sea.

　　 This requires a lot of manpower.

Large sailing ships generally have materials for repairing sailboats, but this time all the battleships are seriously damaged, and the repair materials are not enough. The wood used on the battleships is mostly hard-textured northern wood, like Malacca in hot places. The loose-textured wood that grows out cannot be used to build ships at all.

　　 Therefore, the only two intact warships had to block the Strait of Malacca to capture merchant ships, and then they would tear down the timber to repair the warships.

　　 This is an extremely slow process.

　　 Two months later, when the Lan Tian raised its patched sails and slowly sailed out of the Malacca River, Han Xiufen, who had been nervous for these days, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

　　 During this period of time, after the Portuguese, British, and Spaniards heard about the naval battle, one by one sharks that smelled blood came to Malacca one after another.

The British were busy building a fort on the opposite side of the Malacca River. The Portuguese also built their own territory at the top of the Malacca Strait. As for the Spanish, after slaughtering some natives, they occupied a part of Mohammed’s land and established it. Own base.

　　Han Xiufen kept a cold eye on the construction of these forts and bases.

　　 She believed that Mohammed would be even more anxious than her.

　　 The former enemy quickly became friends after encountering a new situation.

　　 When Zhang Chuanli met with Mohammed, he learned a secret from this guy.

　　Bad betrayed Lan Tianzhong!

Bud hopes to use Mohammed’s power to hit Han Xiufen, and then he will take his few remaining subordinates as internal response, first blow up Han Xiufen’s gunpowder, and then attack with Mohammed inside and outside to capture Korea. Xiufen's remaining ships.

　　 Mohammed’s betrayal was naked, and even in front of Bud, he informed Zhang Chuanli of the conspiracy between them.

　　 Bud, who wanted to escape, was hugged by his younger brother Barmon before he could run out of the shed and fell to the ground.

　　 The two brothers were fighting with each other in the mud pit that had just rained.

　　 "We can continue to provide you with weapons and gunpowder. Of course, if you want these, you need to exchange it with gold."

　　 Zhang Chuanli glanced at the two brothers who were fighting in the mud pit, elegantly dipped the corners of their mouths with a handkerchief, and raised the glass full of wine in his hand to toast to Mohammed who had been looking directly at him.

　　 Strictly ordered his subordinates, and the people are not allowed to drink, but Mohammed is an alcoholic, and he does not refuse the wine sent by Zhang Chuanli.

　　 "Can we trade slaves for weapons and gunpowder?"

　　 "You mean those Dutch people?"

　　 "No, no, my God, I mean those natives in the jungle."

　　 Zhang Chuanli shook his head and said: "We have no interest in these low natives. If it were your fishermen, I might consider it."

　　 "I will not betray my people."

　　 Zhang Chuanli nodded noncommittal and said, "This is your right."

　　 Mohammed was silent for a moment and said: "If you can help me drive away the Spaniards across the Malacca River, I agree to use gold to buy weapons in your hands."

　　 Zhang Chuanli stretched out his hand and said, "My soldiers are dispatched and need gold."

　　 Mohammed’s men threw a bag of sand over.

　　 Zhang Chuanli said: "We need ten bags of gold."

　　 Mohammed opened his arms and said loudly, "You are the devil!"

　　 Zhang Chuanli was silent, but pushed the bag of sand out of front of him.

　　 "Okay, okay, you devil, I promise you."

　　 There are nine more bags of sand in front of Zhang Chuanli.

　　 At this time, a dark clay figure crawled out of the puddle, still dragging a corpse in his hand.

　　 After Mohammed sent someone to wash the two with water, he was surprised to find that the living person was Bud and the dead person was Bahmun.

　　 Bud knelt down at Zhang Chuanli's feet piously, and kept kissing his toes and said, "Holy third master, Bud has been killed by me."

　　 Zhang Chuanli looked at Bud at his feet and sighed slightly, then drew out his long knife and stabbed it fiercely. His force was so fierce that Bud's body was pierced and firmly fixed on the wooden board.

　　 Bud raised his head with difficulty, Zhang Chuanli looked at his painful face and said: "For us, as long as we betray one time, we are the enemy, and there will be no second trust at all.

　　 You killed Balmon, only to show that Balmon lost the possibility of becoming the leader of the black pirates, and you must die! "

　　 Mohammed clapped his hands and said, "What a brilliant truth, what a wonderful language."

Zhang Chuanli withdrew his long knife, but Mohammed cut off Bud’s head with a single knife~www.wuxiahere.com~ and said to Zhang Chuanli: "We have an old parable that we want to determine whether a person is dead, then, Please chop off his head.

　　 Honorable third master, how about we attack the Spaniard in the early morning three days later? "

　　 Zhang Chuanli bent over and stroked his chest and said: "As you wish, the king of Malacca, but we want half of the trophy."

　　 Mohammed smiled and said: "It's all yours, we only need to belong to our land."

Zhang Chuanli returned to the camp from Mohammed’s palace. He hid the sands first, and then came to a larger shed. He said to Han Xiufen who was sitting at the head: “In the early morning three days later, Muhammad prepared All out."

　　Han Xiufen turned his head, his gaze fell on the British Balmons’s face and said: “Baron Balmons, in three days, are your troops sure that you can cut off Mohammed’s escape to the jungle?”

　　 Balmons, with a goatee, said: "That's nature, my beautiful Eastern Baron."

　　Han Xiufen's eyes fell on the Portuguese again and said: "Are you ready to intercept them and flee upstream of the Malacca River?"

　　 Baron Cristiano, with a huge medal hanging on his chest, bowed slightly and said, "As you wish."

　　Han Xiufen finally said to the young Spanish Baron Antonio: "Are you ready to participate in this feast of flesh and blood?"

　　 Baron Antonio smiled and said, "The battle to clean up the wastes of Malacca starts at the Malacca River."

　　Han Xiufen raised his glass and said: "In three days, we will usher in a new sun over the Strait of Malacca. This time, the sunrise on the sea will belong to each of us, cheers!"

　　 "Cheers!"