New Ming Empire mixed in America

"Damn it, they are really our compatriots, but when did we have so many warships deployed on foreigners' territory?"

He also took a brief look at the escort handover between the two fleets just now, and he also noticed the caution of those Tsarist Russian warships.

At that time, I was still underestimating which country this new fleet belonged to, but I didn't expect to see familiar faces on those armored ships.

"Dark hair, dark eyes, yellow skin, neither a big face nor a skinny boy, he is definitely from the Qing Dynasty!"

There were also exclamations from another sailboat flying the Wu flag.

But the crew member's exclamation did not attract the attention of the captain Wu Fei, because he was facing his uncle, an old man like his grandfather, who had a headache.

"It's not that we brothers don't dare to risk our lives, but now our family members are all on the boat. What do you think we should do?"

Wu Fei was simply driven crazy by these old men who needed help when walking.

Along the way, these old men clamored for Wu Fei to lead his men to fight with the foreigners. They would rather die at sea than be sent to the foreign lands as slaves.

But their families were all on the boat at the time, and they were happy to go up there and fight for their lives, but what about the remaining orphans and widows?

"I've already said that these foreigners are different. How can you say that there are no foreigners who work hard and still let us have enough to eat?"

Wu Fei took a few steps, grabbed the big knife held tremblingly in the hand of an old man, and said earnestly:

"Second uncle, we haven't been pirates for many years, why do you still have this temper?"

Wu Fei and the others were picked up by this immigrant fleet on the way.

It is not accurate to say that they were picked up. They were discovered by a Russian warship on a small island halfway.

Then they followed the fleet in their own boat, dragging their families along with them, under the gunfire of the Tsarist Russian warships.

There are many ships like them, and even those few merchant ships are miserable.

Because the ships were too small for ocean voyages, those Japanese were packaged together as Chinese and sent to the Xinming Empire.

Less than half a month after going to sea, they were sent to the bottom of the sea by a storm. Only a dozen of them were rescued by the foreigners.

"You fart, back then...when I was sailing across the sea, I was never afraid of these foreigners!"

When the old man heard Wu Fei's words, he exploded immediately. He stretched out his finger and poked Wu Fei hard several times, and cursed:

"Your father was also a hero at sea back then, so why did you give birth to a coward like you? How come our old Wu family's fleet was blindly handed over to you?"

At this time, a member of the crew ran over and interrupted the glare between the two people, saying: "Those armored ships are Qing people like us!"

After hearing the news, the uncle and nephew stopped staring at each other and came to the side of the ship and raised their binoculars to observe.

But before they could take a closer look, some armored gunboats began to shuttle among this fleet of large and small ships.

At the same time, the high-power loudspeakers installed on these gunboats also began to shout:

"Compatriots on the ship, don't be afraid, we are the fleet of the Xinming Empire. If any foreigners dare to bully you, please come to us after you get off the ship, and we will help you seek justice!"

"At the same time, on behalf of the Xinming Empire, we would like to advise all ship owners that if the Xinming Empire finds out who dares to insult the immigrants on the ship, the gallows will be your best destination!"

These words were repeated continuously on the sea, and as the armored gunboats continued to swim, it was ensured that every merchant ship could hear them more than twice.

"Dear me, we are really from the Qing Dynasty. You hear the shouts on these armored ships are in Chinese!"

Wu Fei's second uncle stopped yelling and fighting for his life at this time. He threw away Wu Fei who was supporting him and walked towards the cabin.

"Second Uncle, those people are not from the Qing Dynasty, they are soldiers from the New Ming Empire!"

Wu Fei looked at the second uncle who had just pretended to be pitiful and forced him to express his position, and sighed helplessly.

"Why do you care which country he is from? Just use Chinese characters when speaking Chinese. You are so stupid to recognize your ancestors. Those Tatars are not the ancestors of our Han people. The Han people do not have the tradition of kneeling down and calling others master!"

Wu Fei's second uncle's voice was no longer weak at this time, he was no longer out of breath when he spoke, and he seemed full of energy.

"Old Immortal, our Miao people don't have this tradition either. Why are you always showing off?"

At this time, another old man also walked towards the cabin, and after catching up with Wu Fei's second uncle, he laughed and cursed.

"Fortunately, you are from the Miao ethnic group. If I hadn't known about your clothing style, you would have been treated as a fool by the boss."

With a cold snort, Wu Fei's second uncle hummed a tune and walked back to the cabin.

"I don't know who made the centipede scream so frightened back then that it's still shaking now."

The old Miao man also snorted coldly, turned back and glared at Wu Fei, and followed him into the cabin.

The other old men also walked back one by one. Wu Fei hurriedly grabbed the last one and asked:

"Grandpa Liu, why are you making such a fuss? Why are you not acting now? What are you doing back in the cabin?"

The elderly man used his crutch to block Wu Fei's hand and cursed:

"Why are you such a coward with water in your head? Didn't you hear the people on the armored ships calling us compatriots?"

"Since we are compatriots, why are we making trouble? You can tell from the tone of these people that this place is not a bad place..."

After saying that, he also walked back to the cabin, making Wu Fei on the deck smile bitterly.

These old guys, who had been pirates for a while, all had bad tempers.

Later, they settled on an unnamed island and lived a stable life by fishing and shrimping.

These people have no good impression of the Qing Dynasty. Their ancestors were persecuted by the Sea Relocation Order, so when these people mention the pseudo-Qing Dynasty, they will call them Tatars.

Soon, the fleet entered the port of San Francisco. Because there were too many immigrant ships, the white merchants' ships that were originally parked in the port could only be driven away to make room for the immigrant ships to dock.

"My darling, we Han people really have the final say here. Look at the words on the walls, they are all Chinese characters!"

Because the flag with Chinese characters was flying, Wu Fei and others' boat was given priority to dock.

Just after Wu Fei and all the family members on the ship and the older generation stepped onto the dock, his second uncle smacked his lips, his tone full of surprise.

"How do you know the Chinese characters, Lao Bu Sheng? Do you know what they write on it?"

The old Miao man gave a timely blow, pointed at the Chinese characters and muttered: "Old...San Francisco Port District...go to the left to apply for a permit...find me...Lin Dayou...the price is affordable...don't lie..."

Although he stuttered while reciting it, it did not delay the old Miao man from shaking his head and showing off.

After feeling proud for a while, he asked curiously: "What kind of certificate is this?"

"This is a temporary residence permit for our port area. If those white merchants want to do business in the port area, they must apply for one, otherwise they will be driven away by the Ming Xie Army."

At this time, a young man from the Umbrella Youth League holding the Sanchen flag came over and explained to him in proficient Chinese.

With pride on his face that was obviously tanned by the sun, he waved the Sanchen flag in his hand and continued:

"Welcome compatriots to live in the Xinming Empire, this is a paradise-like place."

"Bah, bah, bah, what kind of bird paradise? Dogs won't even go there!"

At this time, a young man from the Youth League who was holding a small Sanchen flag and with the word "volunteer" printed on the chest of his clothes also came over. After hearing what his companion said, he immediately retorted:

"We are going to reincarnate in the underworld in the future. What are we going to do in heaven? Are we going to continue to be slaves to the sheepherder?"

After seeing his companion speechless and his face flushed, he let him go.

When facing Wu Fei and others, a kind smile appeared on his face again and he said:

"When we get here, we are home. We will all be citizens of the Xinming Empire from now on. You follow me. We will go directly to the passage reserved for the people of the empire. Don't be inhaled by the smell of sweat from those white barbarians."

After saying that, he led Wu Fei and his group along the asphalt road and passed through the checkpoint in the port area.

This time, because there were too many immigrants, the youth league members who had nothing to do during the holidays from umbrella schools took the initiative to become volunteers.

If Wu Fei hadn't seen more Chinese people doing the same thing, he really wouldn't be sure of the intentions of these weird white people.

Looking at these white people with black hair and faces that have been peeled by the sun, and then listening to each other using Mandarin that is more fluent than themselves, one white businessman and one white man address other white people.

Wu Fei felt that the expression on his face at this moment was absolutely wonderful.

He turned around to look at his second uncle and others, and found that their faces also looked like they had seen a ghost, and he was relieved.

It seems that I am not hallucinating because I have been floating at sea for too long, but these white people are weird and may have water in their heads.

"Dear me, are these foreigners taking the wrong medicine? Why is this...this..."

Wu Fei and his second uncle couldn't think of any appropriate words to describe the situation they were facing.

When he was at sea, he imagined countless possibilities, from mining for foreigners to being a slave. But he never expected to encounter this situation.

PS: There are only three days of leave today, and I have to go through the resignation procedures tomorrow, so I have to be energetic.

When I am free, we will work hard to update together and strive to break the one million word mark as soon as possible!