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- ¡°Dang~dang~¡±
In the port of Djibouti, Oberke excitedly rang the bell. Every arrival of Ming merchants would inevitably bring a wave of business opportunities. Even if they replenished fresh water for Ming merchants' ships, they could make a small profit.
As for him, the tax collector, if he wants to register and do business with the dozens of Ming ships in front of him, he must benefit from it no matter what.
With the bells ringing in the Djibouti Port, people enjoying the cool moment looked towards the sea one after another, and soon noticed dozens of large ships on the sea heading towards the Djibouti Port.
Every ship is very big, like a giant ship, cutting through the waves, vaguely and menacingly, as if thousands of troops and horses are unstoppable.
"Haha, it's the ship of the Ming Dynasty!"
"Get rich, get rich!"
When they saw the Ming Dynasty dragon flag hanging on the ship, the people in the harbor screamed with excitement.
Such a large fleet must carry a large amount of cargo, and even docking here can bring a lot of business opportunities, not to mention that the people here have long been accustomed to robbing and extorting the king's merchant ships.
Soon, some people hurriedly left the port of Djibouti on horseback to contact bandits, pirates, and the like. Others hurriedly came to the port terminal, preparing to warmly receive these Ming people and inquire about their whereabouts.
This is a big fat sheep, a super big fat sheep.
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When the hotels, restaurants, restaurants, etc. in the Port of Djibouti received the news, they immediately had their best houses vacated, and prepared the best vegetables, fruits, meat, etc., just waiting for the arrival of the Ming Dynasty. By the way, The price was also raised in a hurry.
People in the Ming Dynasty have money. As long as they are happy with their food, they don¡¯t care about the price at all. Killing the people in the Ming Dynasty has become a habit for everyone.
The entire Djibouti Port has become busy because of the upcoming huge Ming caravan, eagerly waiting for the arrival of Ming ships, bringing them wealth and business opportunities.
¡°This is the Port of Djibouti?¡±
Mao Lun is carefully observing the Djibouti Port in front of him with a telescope.
¡°Compared with the large-scale and neatly built ports of Ming Dynasty, the Djibouti Port in front of us is just a small fishing village. The small dock cannot accommodate a few large ships. The crowds of people seem to be doing nothing, very leisurely and comfortable.
"General, this is the Port of Djibouti~"
"Although the conditions seem to be very crude now, the natural conditions here are pretty good. After occupying this place and doing a little construction, we can build a good port."
Yang Zhen nodded solemnly. Jinyiwei had already figured out the situation of Djibouti Port very clearly. They even figured out the water depth of the harbor. This is indeed a good natural harbor, but it fell into the hands of these Kunlun slaves. , seems a bit wasteful.
"No matter what, give them a good beating first and show them some color, otherwise this big country will dare to provoke us Ming people."
"Send the order and prepare for bombardment!"
Mao Lun nodded, thought about it and gave the order.
"yes!"
Yang Zhen gave a respectful military salute and immediately conveyed Mao Lun's order.
Soon, twenty warships lined up on the sea, their black guns aimed at the Djibouti Port.
¡°Boom~boom~¡±
Along with bursts of roaring sounds, billowing white smoke rose from the ship, and projectiles roared towards the Djibouti Port.
In the port of Djibouti, Oberke was still waiting eagerly for the Ming ships to dock, and then went up to collect taxes and extort these Ming people.
"Why don't the people of Ming Dynasty move forward?"
Oberke looked at the Ming ships parked on the sea and stopped moving forward, his mind filled with doubts.
"What are the people of Ming Dynasty trying to do?"
Looking at the twenty warships lined up on the sea, with rows of dark gun barrels sticking out, he suddenly had an ominous premonition.
Then billowing white smoke rose from the sea, and soon there was a roar, and the whistling of artillery shells came from the sky.
"Not good~"
"The Ming people are attacking us!"
He was slightly dumbfounded, then shuddered and yelled.
"Boom~"
In the blink of an eye, ?The one chosen by Fang was pretty good, but a little too hot.
"It's pretty good here. Both sides of the Red Sea are almost tropical deserts with few oases. There is a decent river in the Djibouti Port that brings fresh water. At least, there are still a lot of flowers, plants and trees here. .¡±
"You see, this area is closely connected to the river and is very flat. It can be used to grow wheat and corn in the future. In this way, all the food needed by our garrison can be obtained locally, and there is no need to buy it from other places. Bought."
"And this area is considered a good pasture. It can be used for grazing cattle, sheep and horses. We have more than 20,000 troops stationed, and we need to raise at least tens of thousands of horses."
Yang Zhen smiled and nodded, pointing at various places, and began to arrange the future use of these lands.
Compared with the military bases of the Ming Army in other parts of the world, the conditions here are indeed a bit difficult. In other places, the Ming Army picked the best places to build military bases. Every military base has A large number of supporting farms, ranches, etc. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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