The equipment was ordered, but it would take some time to wait, which would need to be shipped from Europe and Portugal.

This is an era when communication is basically yelling, communication is basically yelling, and information is basically yelling, and guards are basically yelling. From Macau to Portugal, you don’t think about it if you travel for half a year.

Wang Xuejun was preparing to receive the five ready-made warships.

But when talking about this with Datuk Bli.

But Bry picked up the pale finger and shook it.

"No, no, my Count, we are talking about the five warships we sold to you, but the sailors and soldiers we bought at the beginning were not included." Datuk repented.

When Wang Xuejun heard this, he became anxious at that time.

Without sailors and soldiers, what do I want those five warships to do?

"No, I want a warship, more--" Wang Xuejun bit the word "Go" very much: "I want those sailors and soldiers."

Bli took out a standard helpless expression and shrugged: "I can't agree to this."

Jack quickly came out to smooth things over and asked: "Why?"

"Because we lack people. You know, our country really has more than three million people. Although the territory (colonies) is vast, whites are afraid of death and blacks are stupid. They are not as good as your Ming soldiers and people. They can tolerate what others cannot tolerate. They are smart and tough."

Then he shrugged with regret: "It's a pity that you are concerned about the fact that your hometown is hard to leave and you don't want to go to my motherland to serve our king.

I finally convinced your officials that I bought this group of people.

So, I will never sell these sailors and soldiers to you."

Another sentence was added: "Not only will I not sell it to you, but I will report to my king and buy more of your strong men from your government."

Hearing this, the humiliation of American ships selling piglets immediately rushed to Wang Xuejun's head.

It was all blood and tears, and it was humiliation that made Wang Xuejun's pupils blood fill.

Suddenly, he burst into pieces and smashed his fist on Datuk's snow-white table.

With a thud, the table was completely smashed.

Standing in the mess of cups and plates, a national curse blurted out: "Check your mother."

Bry was stunned and looked at Jack in confusion.

Jack quickly smoothed out the situation and explained: "The count means that he disagrees."

"I absolutely disagree. Don't say that I have money. Even if I don't have money, I must not watch my comrades be trafficked to Europe and become a slave. No matter where it is in the world, it will definitely not work."

"My Count, don't let them be slaves-"

The fist hit him, but it ended up hitting his thigh: "Cannon fodder not work."

Then he had bloody eyes and gritted his teeth and said, "I can't let the warships go, but I have to buy them, okay, it's a redeem for my fellow countrymen. How much money, I pay, I'm not short of money."

Bli shrugged again: "This is not a matter of money."

Wang Xuejun shook his sleeves at that time: "Okay, all our business will be invalidated. I'll go to talk to the Spanish."

This is the life gate.

Buli immediately weakened his knees and was about to kneel down for Wang Xuejun.

The business of 200,000 pounds is the blood that Portugal urgently needs and cannot be lost.

And such a large amount of foreign exchange flows into the pockets of its mortal rival Spain, and its country will be destroyed.

"No." I let out a cry of my mother who died.

"Sell them all. No, I'm allowing me to redeem them."

"Okay, OK, but the price-"

"you say."

"Five hundred sailors, five hundred soldiers, ten thousand pounds."

This is definitely a big talk from the lion. This is ten times what he paid to the Ming officials at the time.

Xu Jie took out the attitude of bargaining Big Five at that time——

"Get the deal, give it to him."

Bly was surprised to find that he was not as big as a hippo.

In the corner of the dock in Macau, five Ming Navy warships were like mountains, floating alone in the waves, looking so bleak.

Looking at their appearance, Wang Xuejun's morale was bleeding.

What did the Ming Dynasty do? What did the Fujian Navy of the Ming Dynasty do?

Sitting on a small sampan, he boarded the battleship led.

As soon as I got on the battleship, I saw dejected Han people, sitting on the deck or wandering around the battleship like wandering souls.

The deck was not cleaned, and there was garbage everywhere.

Boat ropes and sails are piled up everywhere. When you walk, you have to be careful of your feet and not trip over the messy ropes.

Wang Xuejun walked on the boat, no one paid attention to him, and even raised his face and looked at him, he was owed.

Everyone on the ship thought he and Xu Jie were air.

"How is it? Are these ships OK?" Wang Xuejun could only ask Xu Jie, who had said this, had a little understanding of it.

Xu Jie takes a look here and there.

Then the entire ship was measured with footsteps.

Just as Wang Xuejun was anxiously waiting for his evaluation results, Xu Jie shouted in surprise: "Good ship, a warship."

After Wang Xuejun shivered, he quickly asked: "What's the good thing about it?"

"Owner, this is one of the few ship-sealed warships in the Ming Dynasty."

Closing the ship?

"These sealed boats are of the type of a blessing boat. They are fifteen zhang long, two zhang wide, and one zhang three feet deep. They are divided into twenty-three cabins, five shangs and a large mast erected in front and back, seven zhang two feet long and five inches in length. According to such a volume, there are three thousand materials."

At this time, a voice said coldly: "It's four thousand materials."

It took a long time since no one took care of it, and it was as deserted as if no one was present. This sudden sentence scared Wang Xuejun.

Turning his head and looking at him, a man in a shabby military uniform was lying on the side of the boat, looking at the mainland, and saying coldly.

Wang Xuejun walked over and said, "Are you an official army?"

The man sighed: "To be precise, it was the former naval army. Now, it was sold to Portugal by ships. If it weren't for this kind of ship, it was not as strong as the Western ships and could not fight in the Atlantic storms they said, we would have arrived in Europe by then."

Wang Xuejun roared angrily: "It's okay to sell warships, even the official army is sold? Fujian Navy, are you crazy."

"What should I do if I don't sell it?" Anger flashed across the man's face, and turned into sadness.

"From the early years of Chongzhen, when the Ming Dynasty forbidden seas and the pillboard was not allowed to go into the sea, the navy was already an optional burden in the eyes of the court. Especially our Fujian navy, it is not as good as the Denglai navy."

In fact, the Denglai Navy was responsible for blocking Liaodong. In addition, he encountered a Yuan Keli and developed to the highest peak, with 40,000 naval officers and soldiers and 5,000 ships of all sizes.

Unfortunately, Yuan Keli resigned, and the Denglai Navy was snatched away by Kong Youde and presented it to the Qing Dynasty.

"Because the Fujian Navy has no defensive tasks, the military pay is getting smaller and smaller, and the money and food are intermittent. If our general had not attacked the southern coast in order to prevent the Japanese pirates from coming back and begging for grandpa to beg for alms, the Fujian Navy would have been disbanded long ago."

"Since that's the case, why are even officers and soldiers selling?"

"Aren't the Japanese pirates coming in the past few years? When the gentry and wealthy businessmen saw peace in the world, they were unwilling to pay for us, such a useless waste. Only by selling us can we keep the remaining brothers in the navy from eating a bowl of porridge."

Wang Xuejun's eyes turned red and tears almost fell.

"But you don't have to stay away from your hometown."

The man turned his head and looked at Wang Xuejun, and finally shook his head miserably: "It has been sold, and these ships will eventually go to Europa.

My brothers and I took this boat from our parents and almost grew up on it. We have feelings, and this is our home.

Wherever home goes, we will follow. In the end, we may be lucky in a naval battle, or sadly in a gust of wind, sinking into the sea with our home."

No, if you buy such a soldier yourself, how can you fight?

Wang Xuejun walked to the middle of the deck and stood still, spread his legs apart, and shouted at all the people on the ship with great momentum: "I, Wang Xuejun, are the earl of the Ming Dynasty. I tell you, you don't have to leave your hometown."
Chapter completed!