After finishing the inspection in Wangchao City, Zhao Hao drove north along the bay to the station of the Wangchao patrol unit in the Luzon theater. There are countless pirates in the South China Sea. Before the immigrants' children can form combat effectiveness, they can only rely on the coast guard to protect their safety.

The scenery along the way was pleasant, the sea breeze was blowing, and there was a white sand beach that was as beautiful as a bathing beach, which was very pleasing to the eye. However, Zhao Hao had no intention of appreciating the scenery outside the window because his old waist was about to be broken.

The dirt road under the wheels was just repaired a few months ago, but after the rainy season, several heavy rains washed away the dirt road, which was full of potholes and gullies. Even if we were riding in the latest horse-drawn carriage, we still felt very bumpy.

"If I had known this would happen, I should have taken a boat here." Zhao Hao felt more comfortable after lying on Sister Ma's amazingly elastic legs.

"It was you who insisted on coming to the beach for a ride." Sister Ma teased him, "Are you enjoying it now?"

"I did that to thank you." Zhao Hao smiled and kissed the considerate Sister Ma.

"Is it about the saint girl or your female disciple?" Sister Ma said with a teasing smile.

"In various senses." Young Master Zhao hurriedly evaded the question and changed the subject, saying, "We have to hurry up and repair the road, but there are too many places that need cement now, and there is not enough cement to build roads. By the way, it seems that there is an island called Buton to the south of Sulawesi Island, which is rich in natural asphalt..."

Secretary Ma rolled his eyes at him and quickly picked up his notebook to write down Mr. Zhao's sudden whim.

"Is it the asphalt in 'A collection of poems from thousands of miles away, written with red hearts and blood'?"

"Bingo." Zhao Hao gave her a thumbs up.

"Hate it, stop it, I'm writing..." Sister Ma said coquettishly, "Or do you want to make your waist worse?"

"It's okay, I know how to avoid hurting my waist..." Mr. Zhao's voice became hoarse.

~~

Zhao Hao stayed at the detachment base that night, and then they did the three old routines that never go out of style: reviewing the troops, having dinner together, and having a heart-to-heart talk by candlelight.

The evening meal will be mainly seafood.

The characteristic of South China Sea seafood is that it is big. There are prawns bigger than the palm, mantis shrimps as big as forearms, clams as long as chopsticks, crabs bigger than plates, and various fish, sea urchins...all of them are caught alive, cooked with seasonings shipped from the mainland and spices from Southeast Asia, and paired with ice-cold Yilan soda and Tiger beer, which is really mouth-watering.

Although Mr. Zhao had been eating seafood for two months, he was still hungry. He smiled at the police officers sitting next to him and said, "I'm sorry to have cost you a lot of money. Can you eat so well normally?"

"That's about right." The young police officers said stiffly, "It's not as rich as this, but it's all these things."

"Eating seafood all day long?" Zhao Hao asked with a smile.

"Of course, I'm tired of eating it. Just smelling it is enough." said a fool.

"Good fellow." Zhao Hao said with a smile, "I don't know how to respond to what you said."

The officers and soldiers all laughed. The theater commander Jin Ke, who was sitting at another table, hurriedly explained on behalf of the nervous squad leader who was speechless:

"The patrol team also temporarily took on the task of the fishing brigade. Affected by the Kuroshio, the fishery resources near the coast of Luzon are extremely rich. They are the best and currently almost the only source of protein for the common people. The immigrants are short of everything, not even eggs, let alone meat. Based on the principle of 'everything for the immigrants', the war zone accepted the request of the Governor's Office and cast nets while patrolling, becoming part-time fishermen."

"Is that so?" Zhao Hao asked the police officers with a smile, "You guys go fishing every day, I guess you're pretty unhappy, right?"

"Hehehe..." The police officers laughed awkwardly, obviously agreeing.

"Tell me, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Hao smiled and opened a bottle of soda, refilling the cup for a third-level police officer next to him.

The police officer held the cup in both hands and whispered, "I've been fishing for a long time. No matter how much I clean the deck, I can't get rid of the fishy smell."

"The whole body is full of fishy smell, and it can't be washed off even with a shower." As he started talking, the police officers next to him followed suit and said:

"From the first day we boarded the ship, we were asked to treat the warship as our wife, but how can we let our wives go fishing?"

"That's right. The seniors fight the red-haired devils, and we fish. The difference is too big..."

“I heard that the coast guards in the Tamra Garrison and Taiwan Garrison don’t have to fish.”

Zhao Hao listened to their complaints patiently, then smiled and said, "What you said makes sense. A warship should look like a warship. Fishing is what the fishing boats of the fishery company should do."

"Tell me, why doesn't the Governor's Office set up a fishery company?" Zhao Hao pointed out Tang Baolu and asked, "Is it because they are short of those boats or fishermen?"

"Hehe, we have everything." Tang Baolu quickly put down the half-eaten crab claw and said with a wry smile, "But there are too many pirates in the South China Sea, especially in recent years. It is too dangerous for our fishing boats to go out to sea. If we are not careful, we will be caught by pirates and they will ask the city for ransom. We are also overwhelmed by them, so for the safety of the fishermen, we asked the coast guard brothers for help."

"I don't know how to respond again." Zhao Hao smiled and sighed to the police officers, causing everyone to laugh.

"It's because we didn't wipe out all the pirates that the fishermen are afraid to go out to sea." Jin Ke quickly reflected.

"Hey, there's no need to blame yourself." Zhao Hao smiled and waved his hand, saying, "The bandit situation in Nanyang is too serious. I know you have done your best."

"In fact, the sea surface has been clean for the past few years." The captain said depressedly: "I don't know why, but a large number of pirates have appeared in the past two years. It's really terrible."

"There is a reason why the pirates showed up this time." Zhao Hao smiled and comforted everyone, "I came back to solve this matter. Once the problem is solved at the root, it will be just a matter of time before you can wipe out the pirates."

As he spoke, he patted the police officer beside him and said with a smile: "Once the South China Sea pirates are eliminated, we can let special fishing boats go fishing, and you will be free."

"Commander-in-chief, besides fighting pirates, when can we fight the red-haired devils with real swords and guns like our predecessors?" A police officer suddenly asked: "The pirates run away when they see us, and surrender when they can't run away. They never dare to resist. It's meaningless."

"Yes, Commander-in-Chief, we haven't fought a real war yet." The young police officers were tickled and started shouting.

Most of these marine police officers who joined the army during the Wanli period had never experienced the naval battle with the Portuguese, and even fewer had participated in the recovery of Luzon. Listening to the bragging of veterans and superiors all day long, they naturally felt itchy.

Zhao Hao laughed loudly upon hearing this and said, "Great, great, you are brave enough to fight. That's commendable."

Then he stopped smiling and said seriously, "Then you must concentrate even more and train harder. The war might start tomorrow. When the time comes, I will use you in the first battle. Can you guarantee victory?"

"Commander-in-chief, will the Spaniards really come?" All the officers and soldiers in the cafeteria looked at Zhao Hao. Even the senior police sergeants and police officers pricked up their ears, fearing that they would miss a word.

All officers and soldiers know why the Luzon War Zone is not called a garrison zone like Tamra and Taiwan? Because this is where we are preparing for a big war!

So who is the opponent? Everyone knows it's the Spanish!

However, they waited from the second year of the Wanli reign to the seventh year of the Wanli reign, a full five years, but still did not receive the warships of the Red-haired Devil...

The officers and soldiers had been waiting impatiently and wished they could rush directly to the other side of the ocean.

"Of course they will come!" Their commander-in-chief said firmly, "The Spanish Empire was at its peak, and everyone was so arrogant, but they were defeated by us and lost their bridgehead in Asia - Luzon! Can they swallow this? Impossible!"

"From the moment they received the news, they began to prepare to organize an expedition to avenge us. If Lin Feng hadn't burned their forward base, the Spaniards would have come here a few years ago!" He emphasized:

"But that was three years ago. They didn't waste a single moment in these three years! Now, they are ready again! Based on the intelligence they have collected, the General Staff has determined that the Spanish will launch a larger-scale invasion against us as early as the second half of this year or at the latest next year. By then, the entire Luzon will become a battlefield. Are you really ready?!"

The room was completely silent, and the atmosphere suddenly changed.

Zhao Hao stood up and picked up the wine glass.

Seeing this, the officers and soldiers quickly stood up and raised their wine glasses.

"The success or failure of our great cause depends on this one move. I ask you all to perform your duties conscientiously and go all out for the impending war!"

"Use me in the first battle, and we will win!" The officers and soldiers shouted in unison, shaking the night sky.

"cheers!"

"cheers!!!"

~~

The next morning, Zhao Hao, accompanied by Jin Ke, Tang Baolu, and someone else, left the base and rode into the mountains.

He didn't dare to take the car again this time...

The team walked along the winding mountain road for most of the day. Fortunately, the scenery in the mountains was beautiful, and everyone enjoyed the scenery and talked a lot, so it didn't feel boring.

At dusk, the view in front of everyone suddenly became clear, and a city on the top of the mountain surrounded by pine trees and flowers appeared.

But compared to the beautiful scenery of this mountaintop city, what first arouses people's amazement is the unexpected coolness here.

The temperature in Wangchao City is about 35 or 36 degrees now, but here it's only about 22 or 23 degrees.

We were still suffering from the high temperature yesterday, but now it’s suddenly spring again.

When the breeze blows, it's so cold that people's hair stands on end.

"What a summer resort!" Sister Ma quickly put a cloak on Zhao Hao and she also covered herself with a blanket.

"This is Biyao." Zhao Hao said with a smile, "Look, does it look like the misty fairyland of Yaochi?"

He pointed to the distance, where clusters of red and green houses were hidden in the shade. Bridges were built across the mountains and valleys, with railings beside them, and trees and hills were carefully arranged by humans in an orderly manner.

On a bronze plaque at the main entrance, there is a long line of words written:

'The First Luzon Military and Civilian Sanatorium welcomes you!'

P.S. After a few days of rest, my eyes are basically healed. Thank you for your patience, I will resume normal updates tomorrow!

No more tonight...