: The Harbour Exchanges to the Fucheng

"Do you exchange Hadeida for Zabided? Oh, my Allah..."

After Ofal repeated this, his legs became weak and he almost fainted. His subordinates rushed forward to support him and brought him a chair.

"Give him a glass of wine!"

His reaction surprised Zhao Fubo somewhat. He didn't know why Ofal reacted so. He guessed in his heart whether he fainted in fear because he had seized their city.

After drinking a glass of wine, Ofal's face turned blood again. When he looked at Zhao Fubo, he was a little nervous. He stammered and moved his lips, looked at Zhao Fubo's face again, and then asked Zhao Fubo.

"Of the Lord of the Island, I wonder if I heard it wrong. Are you just saying that you would trade Zabid for Hodeida City?"

Zhao Fubo nodded, confirming that he had heard nothing wrong just now, and added another sentence, hoping to make him realize that he would not force him to exchange.

"What, if you don't want to, I..."

But before Zhao Fubo finished speaking, the Ofal had already rushed over. This scared Zhao Fubo. If it hadn't been seen in time that Ofal had no intention of coming, he would have used the big gun in his hand to give the guy a transparent hole.

Ofal, who was knocking forward, not only hugged Zhao Fubo's feet so that he could not escape, but actually kissed his boots abnormally.

"My true, Lord of the Island, I have to say that you are truly the most generous person. Although I do not understand why you do this, I still want to thank you for your generosity, and from today on I will be your most loyal servant!"

Looking at his reaction and listening to his confession, Zhao Fubo finally understood that the Lord of Ofar in front of him was very willing to do this transaction. This also proved that his initial idea was not wrong.

Although Hodeida is a port city, in this era when sea transportation is not well developed and sea power is still unknown, the main city that can occupy western Aden and control the road to Mecca will naturally be much better than the small city by the sea. At least in terms of profit, Zabid is much higher than Hodeida.

Zhao Fubo's exchange with him was just a fancy to the port of Hodeida City. As an inland city, Zabid City was completely unattractive to Zhao Fubo. A small port city can become the endpoint of the trade route. Through sea transportation, the goods on the island of Ferai can be easily circulated in the western part of the entire Aden province.

The good city in Ofar's eyes was exchanged for a small city in Hodeida, which not only won his favor, but also allowed the transaction to proceed smoothly.

Zhao Fubo collected all the books in the city except theology books, and all the scholars in the city except theology scholars. As for this matter, Ofar, who thought he had taken a big advantage, was afraid that Zhao Fubo would regret the exchange in the city, and he didn't care what the books and scholar Zhao Fubo wanted to go.

After packing up useful things, he took away the wealth accumulated by the little Ashleffor City Lord. This included the property of his officials' homes, as well as the women in his and his officials' homes. After selection, Zhao Fubo took away the young and beautiful people, and naturally threw the rest to Ofal, and let him do whatever he could do.

"Then we will rest here for a day, and then after the ship arrives tomorrow, we will go to Hodeida to receive it, and prepare for the conquest of the other cities. Martini, I want you to prepare two hundred soldiers of the Arab Legion, promote them to sergeants, and lead slave soldiers. Brother Martini, I think you should write a letter to your father before we go to Egypt!"

Abdul Martini didn't understand what Zhao Fubo meant, thinking that he felt that his troops were insufficient and needed the Lord of Kailimu to provide some soldiers for him to use. In his heart, he did not give any hope for this matter. However, he still asked a question, trying to understand Zhao Fubo's thoughts.

"Write a letter? Sir, what information do you need me to bring to my father?"

Zhao Fubo had a mysterious smile on his face, which made Abdul Martini even more unable to guess what he meant.

"Actually, it's not a big deal. You have to tell him two things. First, my brother Martini, oh, maybe he should be called Martini City Lord. Hodeida is yours, my city lord!"

"What? What did you say, you want to give me Hodeida City?"

Abdul Martini thought he didn't hear clearly, or he had heard it wrong. He widened his eyes and his face turned pale. He couldn't believe that Zhao Fubo would give him a city and let him take over as the city lord. If that was the case, then he and his father would be on the same level.

"Yes, Brother Martini, you will lead two thousand soldiers to occupy the city of Hodeida and become the city lord. And there will be the base for our subsequent battle. In addition, I would like to ask you to tell your father, the Governor of Bersalo, or other city lords, and the Governor. We have several cities of Aden in our hands, which can be sold to them if they don't mind it too far!"

Hearing Zhao Fubo's words, Abdul Matini couldn't believe that this was Zhao Fubo's plan. Judging from his appearance, he planned to occupy all the cities in western Aden, and then he sold them all for him.

"Although we are not officials appointed by the Caliph, I think they are willing to spend a small price to get several cities. Although the Caliph may not agree, we can trade privately. I believe they are all powerful people who can protect their own industries!"

When Zhao Fubo said this, everyone who heard it was surprised and had to admire him. What he had just done seemed to make no sense, but when he thought about it carefully, it was not the case.

If the Governor of Bosaro, the Lord of Kelimu of Huangsha City and other Governors are interested in this place, it will be even more difficult for the entire Aden to become a powerful force. Even if the cities on the Eastern Front want to form a group to fight against other people in the future, it will become even more difficult because the entire Aden has many forces.

As for Zhao Fubo, he only controlled the province of Aden and traded with other cities. He completely achieved the goal of the island of Ferai. As for whom the city belonged to, it did not have much to do with him. And he would get a generous income because of this.

"Well, this deal is good, but unfortunately my father is not here, otherwise, we in the Cotes province would buy one or two cities!"

Sophia's envy shows one thing, obviously Zhao Fubo's plan is correct for the division of local forces. As for the other governors, I believe that they are willing to have a city of their own in other places in this war-torn Arab Empire. This is exactly in line with the strategic intention of advancing and retreating and defending, and it also leaves a good way out for themselves.

However, at this moment, Abdul Martini did not think about these things. His gratitude to Zhao Fubo was beyond words, but it was difficult to make, and he was grateful to him like the new city lord of Zabid, Ofar. However, this made him believe a little bit that following Zhao Fubo this time was a very correct choice.

"Yes, sir, I will go back and write to my father immediately. I believe that we will get a reply in no time!"

Zhao Fubo did not stay in the room, but issued his next order. Compared with the order that was almost everyone happy just now, only some people liked this matter, while others felt very scary.

"I want someone to ask the prisoners and see who are willing to be our slave soldiers. If they don't want to, they will cut off their heads in the afternoon under the city of Zabbid. And those who killed last night in the city have all their heads cut off, and they will also raise some money to pay the slave soldiers!"

This order was cruel, but for the slave soldiers, they were the only ones who were happy. They believed that such bloody means would make the Zabides look scared and fearless, without any controversy.

And the slave soldiers will also understand that they either fought for Zhao Fubo and brought wealth to themselves. Or they became dead people and became heads that brought wealth to others.

While completing this matter, Zhao Fubo asked the spy's leader to send people to Aden City. First, he told the people there about the news, and second, he asked Fatima to start to try to have a quiet contact with the city lords of the Eastern Front as planned according to the pre-plan.

If it succeeds, then the seemingly powerful force of the city lord Ashleff is actually just a single army on the expedition. After Zhao Fubo has finished packing up the cities on the Western Front, he can join the division and finally solve the problems of the entire Aden province.

To Zhao Fubo's surprise, the Ofar, who thought he had taken a big advantage, escorted hundreds of people from the city when the slave soldiers began to behead their heads and make money.

"Dear Lord of the Island, these people are all loyal to Lord Ashlever. I heard that when your soldiers beheaded, they will get some money. So I brought not only them, but also money. I hope you can ask your slaves to deal with them too!"

Zhao Fubo was only surprised for a moment, and then he understood that the Arab Empire was a place that advocated blood relatives and revenge. And these people who were loyal to the little Ashlefford City Lord will inevitably have some relatives or huge families in the city.

If Ofar's own people took action, it would inevitably cause more problems for his future rule. If the person who killed them was himself, then it would not be a big problem for the city!
Chapter completed!