Three Kingdoms, I'm really not a general!

Chapter 664 Thirty Years Later
The 250th year of Yan Xi, AD.

Time flies, time flies.

More than thirty years have passed since Xing Daorong became the king of Fuso.

The sea breeze swept across Naniwa Tsu, bringing with it the chill of early spring. Xing Daorong, the King of Fuso, who was over sixty years old, was stroking the Taotie pattern on the bronze wine jar with his calloused fingers.

Over the past thirty years, this vessel brought out from Chang'an has long since developed a mottled patina in the humid air of Fusang, just like the fragments of his memory about Jingnan.

The flags flying outside Lingling City, his bold statement of capturing Zhuge Liang alive, and the various expedition scenes that followed.

"My lord, the Han ship has entered the port!"

The attendant knelt hurriedly on the cypress floor.

Xing Daorong nodded when he heard this. This was the custom at the beginning of spring every year.

Emperor Liu Chan will send a ship here to present gifts to show respect to Xing Daorong.

Of course Xing Daorong would also send gifts to Chang'an.

At present, the people of the two places have long been integrated, and most of the Hanized Fuso people already consider themselves as Han people. When they see the emperor's envoy ship coming, they all wait at the dock.

Xing Daorong also went to the dock to wait.

...

pier.

The morning mist floated on the sea like melted silver ingots, and the fishermen were the first to see the huge ship breaking through the mist.

The dragon-headed bow split the pink glow, and the Chinese character "Han" embroidered in ink on the nine-meter-long brocade sail rose and fell with the sea breeze, like a black dragon swimming among the clouds.

The sound of conch shells was heard at the dock. Common people in Hanfu costumes poured out of their houses. The coral hairpins in the women's hair jingled as they ran.

At present, the Han Dynasty's shipbuilding capabilities have reached another level.

All kinds of large sailing ships are readily available.

Every time people see it, they can't help but marvel at the magic of craftsmanship.

Xing Daorong stood on the watchtower built of beech wood, his pupils slightly contracted.

He recognized the distinctive vermilion lacquered wave patterns on the side of the ship - that was the unique craftsmanship of the Yong'an Palace shipwrights.

Suddenly, the sea breeze brought a familiar sound of chimes. It turned out that the Fuso women were playing "Deer Singing" with bronze bells and stone chimes according to the rituals he taught.

However, Xing Daorong was not waiting for the gifts from Liu Chan, but for the latest news from Liu Chan.

Liu Chan seemed to know what Xing Daorong was waiting for. As soon as the ship reached the shore, someone came over and said to Xing Daorong, "General, Your Majesty has come to tell you that the vanguard general Yang Hu has reached the Roman territory."

"We fought a battle with those blue-eyed people and won a great victory."

Yes, thirty years later, the territory of the Han Empire was already close to that of Rome!

The hitting speed is indeed a bit fast, but it cannot be slower!

With the help of Zhuge Liang's invention of saltpeter, he pushed forward all the way...

After hearing what he wanted to hear, Xing Daorong nodded slightly with satisfaction.

But he said: "Rome is a big country, not as big as the small countries before. Your Majesty should be patient."

The messenger nodded to indicate that he had written down everything.

...

Xing Daorong was now old, so he waved his hand and returned to the palace without caring about the situation at the dock.

When he returned to the palace, he saw Lu Kang, the son of Lu Xun, waiting in front of the palace.

Xing Daorong's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Youjie...how is the situation?"

But Lu Kang was seen kneeling in front of Xing Daorong, slowly unfolding a nautical chart.

"Your Majesty, we have found Nanzhou." Lu Kang's finger traced the unfamiliar outline on the map, and his voice was low, "But it is... really desolate. There is no human habitation for thousands of miles, only wild beasts roaming around, and miasma is everywhere. If we want to colonize it, I'm afraid it will be difficult to see results within ten years."

The so-called South Continent is actually Australia. However, this is not a name invented by Xing Daorong.

In the "Book of Han·Geography", Australia was recorded as Nanzhou and described as an independent continent with its own foreign countries.

However, due to limited geographical knowledge, there is still a big error between the recorded geographical location of foreign countries and modern Australia.

However, with Xing Daorong's world map, even if there is an error, it will not be too far.

Xing Daorong narrowed his eyes and stared at the blank space on the nautical chart.

He reached out his hand and stroked the edge of the scroll, and his fingertips touched Xuan paper, a specialty of Shu - that was the tribute sent by Liu Chan two years ago.

He suddenly laughed, but his laughter was a little hoarse.

"Do you know how I arrived in Fuso?"

Lu Kang was stunned and looked up at the legendary King of Fuso.

"Although there are islanders in Fusang, they are very different from the Han people. However, since I am determined to assimilate to the Han people, how can I regard this as a problem?"

"Besides, what great thing in the world is going to be accomplished without trouble?"

That is true.

Thirty years ago, Your Majesty was trying to support the Han Dynasty. How difficult that was!

When Lu Kang heard this, he felt a little embarrassed.

"Our parents overcame all these difficulties, let alone the small difficulties now."

He immediately bowed and said: "Your Majesty is right..."

Xing Daorong nodded slightly and continued: "What if Nanzhou is desolate? What if there is miasma everywhere?"
Dao Rong's voice was mixed in the wind, but every word was as hard as iron.

"If we don't seize it today, it will be in someone else's pocket tomorrow! If other tribes come, they will definitely build fortresses and ports. If they want to get involved by then, even thousands of troops will be unable to shake it!"

Lu Kang was silent for a moment, and finally nodded slowly: "Your Majesty is right... However, to develop Nanzhou, it will cost a huge amount of money and even more brave men."

"I have been in Fusang for thirty years. I have nothing but a group of fearless wanderers!" Although he is in his sixties, Xing Daorong's eyes are sharp. "Tell them that although Nanzhou is desolate, it is a land without a master! The first one to arrive will be the king, and the last one to arrive will be the subject!"

"So... there are plenty of people willing to go."

Lu Kang took a deep breath and finally showed his determination: "In this case, I am willing to lead the fleet to explore Nanzhou again!"

Xing Daorong laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "Okay! When you come back, I will personally pour wine for you! If Nanzhou becomes our territory in the future, your Lu family will be recorded in the history books!"

Lu Kang immediately bowed and left.

Xing Daorong was very satisfied. Now the Han flag would finally be planted on every inch of land.

Of course, there are still new continents to be discovered.

However, this is indeed not something that I can see where I am, but I believe that if the pace continues, I will be able to find it in a few generations.

As for Xing Daorong himself, he also felt that his fate was coming to an end.

In fact, he was just over 60 years old, not too old, but he had many old injuries due to Xing Daorong's early years of fighting in the east and the west.

I didn’t notice any of these wounds when I was young, but when I got older, I started to feel some impact.

Besides...

Thirty years have passed and Fan Yufeng, Ma Yunlu and others have all left me. Now I have nothing to worry about.

Xing Daorong could feel that he didn't have much time left...

But... this also reminded Xing Daorong of something.

Let’s just say, after so many years, do the promises made by us “super rich second generation” still count?

Think about it, although it has been several decades, for the old immortal, it should be just a blink of an eye...

(End of this chapter)