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Fu Xiaoguan felt that these indigenous dances were full of primitive beauty.
The indigenous chief discovered them, his eyes were full of fear, he roared, the dance stopped abruptly, he babbled something, and Fu Xiaoguan saw these people taking bone spears and rushing towards them, screaming.
"Bang……!"
Gunshots rang out in this pristine land. Some people were screaming, and some were throwing bone spears in anger. Fu Xiaoguan waved his hand, and half a cup of tea later, all that was left was a pile of corpses.
They know nothing about advanced civilization!
"Xiaobai, send out a thousand men and try to capture them alive. If anyone resists, kill them without mercy."
"Set up camp here and burn these bodies. I'll have to take a closer look at this naval base tomorrow."
"Send me Pizarro."
Bai Yulian took the order and went out. He Sandao sat next to Fu Xiaoguan and looked at him carefully.
Ever since the Battle of Dingding ended, this small landowner in Linjiang seemed to be somewhat indifferent to life.
Is this a good thing or a bad thing?
He Sandao was not sure. After thinking for a moment, he felt that if it were him, he would probably be even crazier than him.
"Three swords."
"Um."
"Do you know why I don't like to call myself "Zhen"?
He Sandao shook his head in surprise.
Fu Xiaoguan smiled calmly, "Since ancient times, the title 'I' has meant being alone. To be more specific, it means having no family and no friends, because an emperor is supposed to be high and mighty, cold-blooded and cruel, and lonely."
"This is not what I want. I hope to have friends like you, I hope my family can be reunited, and I hope even more that there is someone in this world who can dance with me."
Fu Xiaoguan shook his head. "So I'm not a competent emperor. If, in a few years, Daxia is stable, the people have a place to live and are well-fed, and there are no more foreign enemies... When Daxia opens up a route for maritime trade, Daxia will prosper even more."
"When that time comes, I will return."
He Sandao was shocked. Is His Majesty so discouraged?
"No, no, no," He Sandao waved his hands quickly. "You are the best emperor I have ever heard of. You worked so hard to build this vast empire. If you return... will you still remember the Yu Dynasty after you left?"
"After you left, their lives became worse and worse. Now they are your people. Hope has been rekindled. How can you abandon them? You are being irresponsible!"
He Sandao's words were extremely rebellious, but Fu Xiaoguan didn't take it seriously.
"So we can't let the common people put everything on the shoulders of an emperor who is so high above them."
Fu Xiaoguan looked at He Sandao's shocked expression and continued, "Think about it, I'm also a human, not a god. I will make mistakes, and I will die in a few decades. Who can guarantee that the emperor who will succeed him will be kind to the people? Who can guarantee that this country will remain as strong as a rock after several generations?"
"The change of dynasties is often due to internal problems. As for external enemies, they are just the last straw that breaks the camel's back."
He Sandao didn't understand what he was saying, but he didn't ask because Fu Xiaoguan was still talking:
"Of course, I'm thinking too far ahead. We should live in the present, regardless of the devastating consequences after his death. But I also have to think about it. Life is just beginning to improve, and people are just beginning to smile."
"If days like this could last a little longer, ordinary people would have the chance to look up at the high sky, see the cage, and reach out to poke it."
The more He Sandao listened, the more confused he became, and he suddenly felt that he should read more books.
At this moment, Pizarro walked in. Fu Xiaoguan said leisurely, "I haven't figured out how to do it yet, but I have a rough idea. Let's wait a little longer."
He Sandao didn't know what he was waiting for. He felt that this was the best situation now.
This small landowner in Linjiang was a man of great ability, and his dazzling policies truly benefited the people.
Even his wife, Zhong Yu, said that we are fortunate to be born in this magnificent era. We will see an extremely powerful Da Xia, which will enter an unprecedented era of peace and prosperity under the leadership of Your Majesty.
It has just begun, why is Your Majesty so frustrated?
That definitely won't work.
While He Sandao was thinking of an idea, Fu Xiaoguan spread a piece of paper on the table. On the paper was a picture, which was a sketch of a military port.
"Look, if you have any opinions about this naval port, just tell me."
Pizarro lay on the table and took a look in the candlelight, and was immediately shocked.
He tilted his head to look at Fu Xiaoguan and asked in surprise, "Did your Majesty design this?"
Fu Xiaoguan nodded, and Pizarro felt that this Majesty was even more powerful.
The naval port covers twelve giant berths, twenty medium-sized berths, three repair docks and three construction docks.
On the shore of this military port... he could see the hospital and the camp clearly, but he couldn't understand the rest.
"Your Majesty, what is this?"
"Oil depot."
Pizarro frowned. "What's a fuel tank?"
"It's just something to hold oil. Don't ask about that. Do you have any other questions?"
"Are these cannons used for defense?"
"Yes." It's a pity that we can't develop land-based missiles.
Pizarro looked carefully for a long time. The scale and facilities of this naval port were extremely complete. He had no other ideas to add. He was just confused.
"Aren't these twelve berths too big?"
"No, because I want to build a bigger ship."
"Then I think this base needs to be planned to be larger. This place is suitable for building warehouses to store shipbuilding materials, and this place is suitable for logistical supplies, including fresh water and food..."
Pizarro gave a speech and made up for the flaws in the design.
Fu Xiaoguan used charcoal to make revisions on the drawing until dawn. The drawing was filled with densely packed buildings, and it looked like a medium-sized town.
There are naval training bases, barges, transfer facilities, living quarters for ship workers, living quarters for naval officers, and a tallest building called the Naval Command Center, etc.
Three days later, a thousand Marines brought back tens of thousands of natives. Although they couldn't speak the same language, Pizarro had a solution - sign language.
This guy communicated with the leaders of these natives in sign language for two hours before these natives understood what they had encountered and what had happened. Feeling lucky, they surrendered to Fu Xiaoguan and became his slaves.
Under Pizarro's arrangement, craftsmen led some indigenous people to look for minerals to make cement and bricks.
This took some time, so the remaining craftsmen took some of the natives to build simple wooden houses on the beach, and used the materials they brought to start building the first dock.
Three days later, Fu Xiaoguan left Pizarro and two thousand soldiers here and appointed Pizarro as the main person in charge of this military port.
He and the others boarded five warships and headed towards the Ryukyu Kingdom.
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