The Ming Dynasty has just been exiled and the Luzon system has awakened.

Zhu Heyi originally wanted to take the prisoners into the city to parade in the streets to show off their victory, but after careful consideration, he gave up.

There were too many prisoners, more than 2 people, and they could be lined up in four columns from one end of the city to the other. However, the escort soldiers he brought back this time were only 1000, and the environment in the city was too complicated. , once the prisoners run away or cause some trouble, it will be difficult to end it.

Therefore, Zhu Heyi did not escort the prisoners to the city for parade, but directly escorted them to Xu Jingmingxiu's concentration camp.

But it was obvious that he underestimated the enthusiasm of the people. After learning that His Majesty the Emperor had returned victoriously and had escorted the prisoners back, countless people in the city poured out of the city and crowded on both sides of the road where the army passed.

"They're coming!" someone yelled, pointing to the end of the road in the distance.

Everyone looked in the direction of the man's finger and saw countless natives with their hands tied behind their backs and connected by hemp ropes walking towards them, escorted by Ming troops on both sides.

"So many people, so many prisoners!"

"6000 versus 4! Your Majesty is truly a warrior god in this world."

"These natives really deserve it. I, the Ming Dynasty, have not even gone to trouble them, but I dare to provoke them."

"Let me tell you, Your Majesty should kill all these natives, even those who are still in the city. My brother's family of four were all killed by these natives."

"Okay, kill all the natives, and you can do the work. These are all free labor, so it would be a pity to kill them all. Your brother should rest in peace if he sees the fate of these natives."

The onlookers pointed at the dejected indigenous captives. Of course, this process always involved the common people throwing rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves at the captives.

However, there were too many prisoners this time, which resulted in the prisoners in the front being covered with rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves. When all the rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves in the back were used up, the common people could only use mud mixed with water. , and smashed it on the prisoners.

"God! The Ming army really captured many natives. Is that record true?"

Looking at the endless team of prisoners, the Spaniards who had previously been suspicious of Zhu Heyu's boasted achievements widened their eyes.

He did not expect that His Majesty the Ming Emperor would actually achieve such a shocking achievement.

But this can't be blamed on them. As a former sea coachman, Spain has colonies all over the world, but how many regular troops does it have?

Even the Viceroyalty of New Spain, which had a huge jurisdiction, could not muster 4 regular troops.Although these natives cannot be compared with the regular army, they are like ants eating dead elephants. Now they were easily defeated by thousands of Ming troops, replaced by the Spanish army of the same size.Not to mention such a shocking casualty ratio, whether they can win or not is a question.

These Spaniards did not know much about the Chinese nation.

What would they think if they knew that exaggerated records of winning with less and defeating more with less were common in Chinese history?

"Look! The one riding the white horse is His Majesty the current Emperor!"

There were exclamations of surprise again from the crowd of onlookers. When everyone looked around, they saw His Majesty Emperor Tianyun moving forward slowly, escorted by a group of royal guards wearing flying fish uniforms.

Today, Zhu Heyi did not wear the dragon robe that represented his identity, but a gold-rimmed dragon-patterned armor, coupled with that heroic and handsome face, he looked as heroic as he could, which attracted many onlookers. Both eyes turned into love shapes.

As soon as the onlookers saw His Majesty the Emperor, they subconsciously wanted to kowtow and kneel down, but before they could kneel down, they were stopped by the people around them.

"Have you forgotten that His Majesty has issued an order prohibiting kneeling in worship?"

"Yeah, I almost forgot."

The man slapped his head and suddenly remembered that nowadays, even ordinary people only need to salute His Majesty the Emperor when they see him, that is, the kind of grand salute with raised hands and bent at 90 degrees.

In fact, the ritual of kneeling and worshiping has not been completely abolished. The descendants of the Yan and Huang Dynasties pay attention to rituals and music. It is the rule to kneel to the sky and kneel to the parents, and it is also the cultural tradition of the Chinese nation.

Zhu Heyi would not rashly abandon the cultural traditions of his nation, but his modern soul could not bear the thought of kowtowing and bowing to anyone who saw him. The Ming Dynasty was not the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and it would not treat its subjects as its domestic slaves. .So he changed the kneeling to heaven into a literal kneeling to heaven, instead of kneeling to him, the emperor.

Of course, if a foreigner or a criminal sees him, he has to kneel down. After all, there are still differences between people.

No, when the foreigners in Manila saw Zhu Heyi, although they were reluctant, they still knelt down in order to avoid being invited to drink tea.

Some may say this is double standards.

His Majesty Emperor Tianyun said, yes, I have double standards!

Looking at His Majesty the Emperor walking away, the middle-aged man with a sinewy face sighed.

"Your Majesty is so young. It's a pity that my daughter was not chosen last time when we recruited maids."

"Can you please throw it away? Your daughter looks like that and you still want to enter the palace? It would be great if she can get married!"

"What? You dare to say that my daughter is not beautiful!"

"Is not it?"

"If you dare to slander my daughter, I will fight you!"

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The prisoner camp that Xu Jingming was responsible for building was not completed due to time constraints. When Zhu Heyi returned with more than 2 prisoners, he only leveled the ground and surrounded it with barbed wire.

But this is just right. These more than 2 prisoners can be put to use. Let them build the remaining shacks for people to live in.

After handing over the prisoners to Xu Jingming, Zhu Heyi returned to the "Imperial Palace".

"Brother, you are back. I heard from Sister Limeng that my brother went to fight bad guys."

As soon as they entered the gate of the manor, Her Royal Highness the Princess of the Ming Dynasty had already jumped up to Zhu Heyi, and behind her was a group of young and beautiful girls.

"This slave has met Your Majesty!" the girls saluted.

Zhu Heyi nodded slightly in return. He knelt down and touched Zhu Zhaoyu's furry head and said with a smile:

"Why is our princess willing to play today? Haven't you always disliked the fact that the weather outside is too hot?"

"Humph! That's not true. The sisters said there is not much oil left. When the oil is used up, the box called the air conditioner will no longer be able to blow cool air, so I have to use it sparingly now!" the little girl said word for word. .

"So that's it. Well, brother, there's still some gasoline there. I'll have someone deliver it to you later."

"Really?"

"My brother is the emperor, and the emperor cannot lie." (Probably)

"Great!" The little girl happily jumped three feet high and gave Zhu Heyi a bite on the face. Then she left Zhu Heyi and led a group of beautiful girls to run into the house.

It was obvious that the little girl would not be willing to leave the cool and clean house if it were not for the fact that she was running out of gas.

Looking at Zhu Zhaoyu's cheerful back, Zhu Heyi smiled and shook his head gently.

But gasoline is indeed a problem, or electricity is a problem.

Not only is the air conditioner out of service, but he recently bought a batch of wires and 1 light bulbs from the Miracle Market. Due to power issues, these items are still piled up in the warehouse and gathering dust.

If we want to solve the power problem, we can only place our hope on the miracle market.

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