Chapter 133 Shi Lang: Where are my red-haired barbarian reinforcements (please subscribe!)

The matter on Qiongzhou Island has come to an end!

Under the escort of the Guangdong Fleet, Zheng Kezang returned to Yizhou Island after a long absence.

This Western Expedition was a great success. In Anping Port, Zheng Kezang stepped off the Dongning to meet the expectant eyes of the civil and military officials and the new students of Dongning Military Academy.

The first thing Zheng Kezang did when he got off the ship was not to wave to the officials, but to turn his head and look at the construction site of the Venice Armory. It seemed that the project was progressing well, which was gratifying.

I don’t know who started it, but suddenly there was a voice on the dock: “Long live my king!”

Then, everyone started shouting.

Father-in-law Chen Yonghua, who was at the scene, affirmed that no one had discussed and arranged this matter in advance.

There may be some cadets from Dongning Military Academy who couldn't help shouting the first sentence, and then others soon followed.

The cries of "Long live" kept coming one after another.

There was only one person at the scene who was a little embarrassed, and that was Prince of Peace Zhu Shugui.

As soon as he got off the ship, Zheng Kezang discovered that the air in Dongning Mansion seemed to be worse than before the Western Expedition.

Suddenly hearing his father-in-law's voice, Zheng Kezang came back to his senses, shook his head and said, "That's all, father-in-law, we just recaptured a few small islands, not even a province, so don't bother!"

Zheng Kezang stretched out his hand and pushed it, but it didn't move. His hands were covered with rust and dust.

"Open this door!" Chen Yonghua said to the jailer.

My first wonder, the place where dreams begin.

It was pitch dark in the dungeon.

Looking at the high-spirited Zheng Kezang, he is already sixty-four years old. If he can live longer, he might be able to see Zheng Kezang ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor.

When Zheng Jing was there, he had already been marginalized. There was only one King Yanping in the eyes of all civil and military officials.

When the jailers guarding the dungeon saw a big shot coming, they immediately came to greet him.

It is hard to imagine that the people imprisoned here would survive in such an environment.

Zheng Kezang's standards for walking through the Arc de Triomphe have been raised. He has to conquer at least one province before talking about it. Otherwise, he will get tired of walking every day.

Standing on the edge of the crenellations of the city wall of Dongning Prefecture, Zheng Kezang could overlook the Heroes' Monument in the suburbs, which was surrounded by the camp of Dongning Military Academy and the Dongning Manufacturing Administration with the steel plant as the center.

"Qinshe, as for the discord, there is still some time now. There is no rush for dinner. I will take you to meet someone first."

Even with the illumination of two lanterns, it seemed that they could not illuminate the enveloping darkness.

Chen Yonghua and others on the other side were ready to take Zheng Kezang and the Guards to visit the Arc de Triomphe.

When a few people walked down the dark and damp stone steps, Zheng Kezang discovered that there were not many people in the dungeon of Dongning Mansion.

The guards led the way with lanterns, followed closely by Zheng Kezang and Chen Yonghua.

The guards followed suit and lit all the candles around them.

This is really good news!

"But what Qinshe said makes sense. Let the soldiers of the Guards take a rest. I watched them on the pier as they were tired from traveling and traveling." Chen Yonghua followed Zheng Kezang and canceled the celebration ceremony.

Even if there is, it has been smoothed away.

"Qinshe is so humble. This is an unprecedented victory. After the first battle, the Tatars have been defeated by us! They must be thinking about the terms of peace negotiations with us." Chen Yonghua laughed loudly.

As the population increased, some ancillary tertiary industries also emerged in Dongning Fucheng, such as restaurants, counter shops, flying banks, pawn shops, tea shops, antique shops, grocery stores, inns, boating boats, transportation companies, etc.

"If there is discord, we can use small-scale landing operations to move more inland populations and strengthen ourselves." Chen Yonghua said.

Broad and bright roads, more and more concrete buildings are rising from the ground.

When the candle was lit, Zheng Kezang's vision became much normal, and he realized that he was standing in the corridor. There were cells on both sides of the corridor, and the doors were tightly closed.

Zheng Kezang found that there were seven or eight cells here, but there was no movement in any of them.

This is the same as what Zheng Kezang thought.

So Chen Yonghua immediately lit it.

Seeing that Zheng Kezang was still in a daze, Chen Yonghua asked: "Qinshe, aren't you going to celebrate at the Arc de Triomphe today?"

This shows that there are more steam engines! The process of industrialization is accelerating!

Thanks to Zheng Kezang's tireless immigration, Yizhou Island now has a population of nearly 360,000. Walking on the road to Dongning Fucheng, it is obvious that the flow of people is even greater.

There were also dark unknown blood stains scattered on the wooden platform, obviously someone had been tortured here.

"Qinshe, don't be in a hurry!" Chen Yonghua stopped Zheng Kezang's actions, held up a lantern and looked up and down, and saw the lampstand hanging next to the door and half a candle.

The door is locked.

A disgusting stench filled the air, making people suffocate.

Sometimes I have to come back to appreciate it, although because of the Martyrs' Shrine and the Arc de Triomphe, when it comes to major festivals or triumphal returns, I rarely go to the monument to hold ceremonies, causing the monument's presence to be much weaker.

Passing by various workshops on the edge of the city, Zheng Kezang heard all kinds of noises, including the hammering of hydraulic forging hammers and the roar of steam engines. The rhythm was distinct and unpleasant, but Zheng Kezang liked it.

In the distance, at the end of the corridor, there is a wooden bed platform with iron chains, shackles, iron drills and some unknown torture instruments, which looks very sinister.

With the Dongning Military Academy guarding the monument, we are not afraid of anyone destroying it or stealing the stones of the monument.

It's just that he is already old and has no ambition.

"It is true, but we have already absorbed a lot of people, and we still need to digest it." Yes, Yizhou Island will be unable to handle large-scale immigration again, not because there is no land, but because there are not enough houses.

Accommodated for new immigrants.

"yes!"

"There are benefits to both peace and discord." It is now October, the autumn atmosphere is strong, a breeze blows by, and Chen Yonghua's beard is gently lifted.

After that, Chen Yonghua took Zheng Kezang to the dungeon of Dongning Mansion.

That's fine, it's better than being robbed by the Tatars, Zhu Shugui shook his head and thought helplessly.

Digest it for a better meal.

In the dim light of the lantern, they arrived at an iron door.

"Father-in-law, tell me, I'm hesitant too." When he mentioned this, Zheng Kezang frowned.

"Everything should be kept simple, but one thing my father-in-law said was right. Nalan Mingzhu, an important minister of the Tatars, approached me and talked to me, but I rejected him several times." Zheng Kezang continued Chen Yonghua's previous sentence.

Soon, the entire dungeon became bright.

There wasn't much movement inside.

The jailer was very quick and took out a bunch of keys, as many as he could find. Soon he found the corresponding key and opened the closed iron door.

With a creak, the cell door opened. There was no smell as expected, and the indoor environment seemed clean.

Zheng Kezang stuck his head out and looked inside. He saw a middle-aged man with braids who looked very haggard.

But if Shi Lang was still alive, he would definitely say at this time: "Chen Ang, where are my red-haired Yi reinforcements!"
Chapter completed!