As a businessman, Zheng Zhilong never thought about actually going to war. Compared with the potential huge risks, he would rather get an extremely glorious title.
And soon, he will be glad for his current choice.
On the afternoon when Xia's army entered FuRoman Lu City, a pair of men returned from the southern coast. They looked like they had just experienced a battle, and the smell of gunpowder was still on their bodies.
Behind this group of people, there were several captives dressed in luxurious clothes.
"Lord Zheng, is this your lost little son?"
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