At this moment, aboard the Red-Haired People's largest galleon.
Captain Josswit was using a spyglass to watch the Ming Army fleet setting out in the distance.
"A bunch of little boats. Small ships, few guns, and weak hulls. A few shots will destroy them," he said arrogantly.
"My lord is right. Those damned Ming Dynasty sailors don't even know who is stronger and who is weaker. They'll soon learn how formidable you are!" a translator said obsequiously.
"Hmph. Send them Flag Signals first. Tell them that if they agree to free trade and make the current port a free-trade port, we will withdraw. Otherwise, we will smash their fleet and send them all to the bottom of the sea to feed the sharks!" the captain said arrogantly.
"Yes," the First Mate replied.
He immediately dispatched someone to send the Flag Signals.
They saw the signals from the other side, but not a single person could understand them.
Naturally, Wenren Sheng understood them.
After all, he was always studying.
He studied every bit of knowledge he could find in this world.
"What are they saying?" Regional Commander Zhou Ming asked curiously.
"They're saying that we must agree to give them a free-trade port," Wenren Sheng said.
"Outrageous! The imperial court has its own rules for foreign trade. How can they decide such matters themselves?" Zhou Ming flew into a rage.
This was where the two sides diverged.
In fact, westerners at this time still viewed Great Ming as a colossal power.
Even the foothold they had gained in Ao* had come through deception and bribery, and they still had to regularly curry favor with local officials and do many things for them.
Only gradually did they establish forts and build their own rule.
Yet Great Ming still retained ownership.
What they