Rebirth of The Deer and the Cauldron, Wei Xiaobao Becomes a God

Hearing this, Wei Xiaobao's eyes lit up and he exclaimed sincerely: "Master Yuan is so amazing! In this way, Brunei will surely become more powerful."

He Tishou nodded and continued:

"When I left five years ago, Master had already made up his mind to fight a fierce battle with the Dutch and take back the lost territory of Fuzhou and Johor that they had occupied."

"Moreover, Master has a more ambitious goal. After we recover Fojo, we will continue to march into Java and drive those hateful Portuguese out to sea completely."

When she said this, her eyes sparkled with excitement and anticipation.

Wei Xiaobao's blood boiled after hearing this, and he praised loudly again: "Master Yuan is truly a hero, mighty and extraordinary!"

However, at this moment, He Ti Shou's originally calm expression suddenly became a little worried.

She frowned slightly and murmured to herself, "Unconsciously, five years have passed. I wonder how this protracted war is going. I hope everything goes smoothly..."

His words revealed deep worry and concern.

Seeing this, Wei Xiaobao, who was standing by, hurried forward and flattered him: "Master Yuan is a rare talent. He will surely succeed and return triumphantly!"

His words were spoken very loudly, as if to dispel the worries in He Ti Shou's heart.

At this moment, a messenger came running over in a hurry, shouting, "Report! The other side sent a flag signal, asking which country's fleet we are from and why we came to Brunei this time. Commander Mao specially ordered me to come and ask for your instructions, how should I reply?"

After saying that, he stood there respectfully, waiting for instructions.

Wei Xiaobao thought for a moment and said, "How about this, you go back and tell Commander Mao that we are a fleet from China, and the country we belong to is called the Heaven and Earth Federation. As for the purpose of our trip..."

At this point, Wei Xiaobao suddenly paused, then turned to look at He Tishou beside him and asked softly, "Sister He, what is your title in this country?"

He Ti Shou smiled slightly and replied slowly: "Since Master ascended the throne, he has canonized me as Princess Huashuo."

Upon hearing this, Wei Xiaobao was stunned at first, but then he reacted and quickly bowed, smiling and jokingly said, "Oh, my, I am so disrespectful! Sister He, you are an extremely noble princess. I, Wei Xiaobao, would like to pay my respects to you!"

After saying this, he bowed deeply to He Ti Shou in a serious manner.

"Go away, go away. In front of your master, a genuine princess of the Ming Dynasty, what do I, an unknown princess, count as?" He Ti Shou put his hands on his hips and shouted helplessly.

Nun Jiunan at the side shook her head and said with a smile: "Daoist Master Wuliang, when you two are bickering, please don't involve me in this!"

Seeing this, Wei Xiaobao quickly put away his smile, turned around seriously, and instructed the messenger behind him: "How about this, you go tell the flag signal soldiers and tell them who we are. Tell them that we are here to escort Princess Huashuo home safely, and we have absolutely no ill intentions."

On the mast, after receiving the order, the flag signal soldiers waved the flags in their hands skillfully, displaying a series of complex and orderly flag language.

On the majestic clipper ship opposite, the lookout saw the signal sent from this side, and immediately turned the ship around and rushed towards the direction of Brunei, presumably to go back and report the news to his superiors.

After receiving the news, Yuan Chengzhi fell into deep confusion and doubt.

Back then, he was a wanted man by three powerful forces: the Ming Dynasty, the Qing Dynasty, and the Dashun Dynasty. Now, seeing such a huge fleet of unknown origin suddenly appear, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Did the other party hold his apprentice He Tishou hostage in an attempt to take this opportunity to invade Brunei? Or was there some other unknown conspiracy behind it? For a moment, even the resourceful Yuan Chengzhi could not judge the truth of the matter.

At this moment, Yuan Mingxia, the beloved son of Yuan Chengzhi, stepped forward and asked with a fist: "Father, please allow me to lead the warships to meet the enemy and rescue my eldest sister from the enemy!" Yuan Mingxia was young and energetic, and his eyes revealed a firmness and courage.

This young man named Yuan Mingxia is Yuan Chengzhi's only son, and also the posthumous child of his deceased wife Manadiana.

Now, Yuan Mingxia is 25 years old and in the prime of her youth.

For Yuan Chengzhi, Yuan Mingxia is not only the continuation of his life, but also the future and hope of the Brunei royal family.

Therefore, even if the road ahead is full of obstacles and dangers, Yuan Chengzhi would rather go into battle himself and take the risk than let the only heir to the throne bear any risk.

After all, if anything happened to him, he would not only be ashamed to face his deceased wife in the afterlife, but he would also be unable to explain to his sworn brother who had passed the throne to him.

"Xia'er, just stay in the palace obediently! Whether this army coming from China is an enemy or a friend, only I can tell for sure if I go there and investigate in person." Yuan Chengzhi said to Yuan Mingxia earnestly.

Yuan Mingxia knew that his father was a martial arts master, unrivaled in the world, and it was not easy for ordinary people to hurt him. Therefore, although he was a little unwilling in his heart, he finally gave up the idea of ​​fighting.

About a quarter of an hour later, Yuan Chengzhi was seen boarding a huge navy ship with a sword on his back in a heroic manner.

Behind him, there were more than 30 galleons with a displacement of thousands of tons.

These warships were lined up in a row, looking majestic and imposing, and they were galloping towards the sea off Brunei Port like a giant steel dragon.

On the harbor and the coastline on both sides of the harbor, every hundred meters, there is an indestructible artillery fort. The artillery on these forts is no longer comparable to the red cannons of the past. Instead, it is replaced by more powerful and terrifying coastal defense artillery. Its caliber is astonishingly 320 mm!

Although the coastal defense artillery still fired iron projectiles, these "iron balls" were by no means the small projectiles weighing only two or three pounds fired by the Red Cannon.

Now the coastal defense guns fired giant iron balls weighing ten kilograms. Once they fell on the ship, they would instantly create a huge hole as big as a washbasin. How could those fragile wooden sailboats withstand such a terrifying impact?