It rained heavily in Batavia, the turrets along the coast were covered by heavy rain, and the waves on the Pacific Ocean hit the coast. There were still more than a dozen merchant ships staying at the pier.

The newly built lighthouse on the pier emits a powerful beam of light in the rain, guiding merchant ships coming to Batavia to dock in the wind and rain.

Several large sailboats were shaking through the waves in the Java Sea, and the Japanese warriors in the cabin were tilted around due to the bumps of the sailboat.

"Damn it, how could you encounter great storms? The ship won't sink!"

Many warriors vomited because of seasickness, and there were some cargoes in the cabin, which even slipped along with the hull.

Tadashi Tadashi Tadashi came to the deck in a straw raincoat and saw the stormy waves on the sea, his face turned pale.

The most fear of voyage is that it encounters strong winds and waves. The wooden hull may even fall apart due to the striking wind and waves.

"The weather in the South Ocean is changing unpredictable, but don't worry! We have seen the lighthouse in Batavia!" The sailor in charge of observation pointed to the beam of light that was looming in the rain and fog in the distance, and said with a little excitement.

The sailboat carrying samurai mercenaries rose and fell with the waves, and the splashes of water as they fell hit the deck.

Fortunately, the lighthouse helped them identify the direction, and several sailboats sailed into the harbor of Batavia without any danger.

"A ship has arrived! Why do ships dare to come here in such bad weather?" Batavia's customs officials had to come out to receive these sailboats in the storm.

The anchor was thrown down, and the warriors and ronin on the ship came down from the shaking sailboat with difficulty.

"Everyone should be careful. The wooden boards on the pier are wet and don't hurt them!" The soldiers on the pier are maintaining order.

When the ship arrived, the customs officers and soldiers in Batavia realized that it was the Japanese mercenaries they applied for.

"It's not easy to get the extra 3,000 people. Let them squeeze in the palm house for the time being, and wait until the storm is over before being assigned to various islands and plantations by boat."

Customs officers and soldiers could only barely resettle several troop transport ships that arrived in bad weather.

There are only more than 20,000 people in Batavia. Suddenly, 3,000 unruly mercenaries have been poured into the Nanyang Provincial Government, which has made the Nanyang Provincial Government deeply troubled.

Theoretically, the Nanyang Province manages more than 20,000 islands, including the Malay Islands, with an area of ​​more than 2 million square kilometers and a population of millions. However, the real territory controlled by the Nanyang Province is less than 50,000 square kilometers, most of which are port areas such as Batavia, Manila, Malacca, Brunei, as well as important economic zones such as oil fields and plantations.

“It’s hot and humid here, and it’s hell compared to Osaka!”

"I really don't understand why they built cities here and hired us to fight the indigenous people. I guess we don't want such a barren land even if it is given to us."

The warriors came to the house on the rooftop of Nipa Palm to shelter from the rain, while the indigenous people in the Nipa Palm House were a little frightened. They could not speak language, so they had to temporarily provide these warriors with simple food according to the government's orders.

"Don't make trouble here, otherwise you will be thrown into the sea to feed fish, and even the heroic souls will not be able to return to their hometown!" Tachimashiro Tachibana was responsible for leading the mercenary, and was afraid that these still arrogant warriors would cause trouble in Batavia, so they reminded them from door to door.

It was roughly influenced by the continent's view of souls, and these warriors were also afraid that their souls would really stay in this strange place and they were restrained.

"Otomo Nobuta, you will help the government take them in for a few days. After the storm is over, the government will compensate you."

Officials from the Nanyang Province went door to door to arrange accommodation for the mercenaries and knocked on the wet wooden doors.

"The things that the official ordered must be done well, but who are they?" A short businessman looked at several warriors who were wet by heavy rain. Their hairstyles and clothes made him feel familiar.

"The samurai mercenaries who came to Japan came to help us deal with the natives. I also have to arrange other people, and these people will be handed over to you." The official handed over several warriors to the family and went to arrange other warriors.

The short businessman twisted his beard: "It turns out that it is a warrior from his hometown, please come in."

Miyamoto Musashi was among a few people.

Their ronin were soaked in heavy rain, but because of the heavy rain, they washed away the dirt they had accumulated on the sea, so they didn't think there was anything.

There is a simple coal stove inside the palm house and a vent to keep it dry.

Many of Miyamoto Musashi and other ronin people also brought iron pots and samurai armor. They entered the house, removed their completely wet tops, and gathered them beside the coal stove to roast the fire.

"It's really a coincidence that it happened to be rainy season. Do you want to have a pot of hot tea?" The short businessman put the boiling pot on the coal stove.

"Are you a member of our Japan?" Miyamoto Musashi and others asked the merchant while the fire was being cooked.

"I came here to trade fifteen years ago, and settled here ten years ago, and had contacts with Chinese merchants, Annan merchants, Brunei merchants, Manila merchants, and Netherlands merchants. This was originally a port city controlled by the Netherlands, but later it was occupied by the South China Fleet." The merchants sat on the floor composed of side-by-side wooden boards, and could also hear accumulated water flowing through under the hanging wooden boards.

"What the hell is this place..." Several warriors who were recruited came to survive, but they had no idea where they were.

"The southernmost end of the sea, called Batavia, is the largest spice wholesale land. Tens of thousands of kilograms of spices are sold here every year. It can be said that spices are the most profitable trade here. After the Jiuzhou Army occupied this place, it developed rubber gardens, oil palm gardens, coconut forests, abacus forests and other plantations. The government has purchased these goods on a large scale, and the rubber-planting merchants never have to worry about the rubber they produce cannot be sold. Although no one knows what rubber is useful, the government has booked a large number of rubber that has not yet been produced."

"I also raised money with several merchants to build a rubber plantation, covering an area of ​​100 hectares. It is expected that 100,000 kilograms of rubber will be produced every year in three years. What's more troublesome is that the place where rubber planting is suitable is located between the scope of several indigenous tribes, and from time to time it will be invaded by the Madalan Kingdom in the hinterland of the island. For the sake of protecting ports and plantations, the calls for civil servants to protect the plantation are increasing. I think this is probably why you were summoned here. But I didn't expect that the mercenaries would be warriors in our Japan."
Chapter completed!