"Boom!" The stormy waves crashed onto the shore, splashing countless waves.
The cape stands firmly in the middle of the sea, like a warrior holding a shield, blocking the raging tide in front of him.
Behind it is an extremely quiet harbor, and a ship is ready to leave the harbor at any time.
"Dangdang..." the bell rang.
The sailors carefully controlled the ships and sailed out of the anchorage one by one to gather in the open sea.
Two sea shark boats took the lead, followed by dozens of old ships of various sizes, raising their sails and heading south in the strong north wind.
There probably won't be any more ships coming this year.
Antonyin Du Guangyi raised his head and looked at the tall towers on the two promontories.
The seven-story tower is made of blue bricks and large wood. It faces each other from a distance across the sea and guards the entrance of the narrow bay.
On the periphery of the tower is a temple, where monks chant sutras and practice, and people pay tribute to incense. Every night, a blazing fire is lit on the top to guide ships on voyages.
Du Guangyi slowly descended the mountain, mounted his horse, and, surrounded by his entourage, slowly patrolled along the country road.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!" A deafening roar came from the distance.
Du Guangyi came closer and stood on horseback to watch.
The autumn harvest has been completed and winter is about to begin. Soldiers from all over the county in Lushun brought their equipment and began routine drills.
The quality of the performance is very high, which can be seen from their neat queues and rapid changes.
As soon as the flag changes, the formation changes immediately. When the golden drum sounds, no matter what you were doing before, you immediately move forward or backward without any hesitation or hesitation.
It's actually quite normal.
The Gui De Army, the Long Wu Army, and the Qing Yi Army are all veterans who have been on the battlefield for a long time. They are more regular than the regular army. At least until this generation gets old, the quality of the government soldiers is first-rate.
This army is so useful! The combat effectiveness may be slightly inferior to that of the Forbidden Army, but they live scattered in various places on weekdays and cannot be assembled without fish charms. It is better than tens of thousands of people crowded into a military camp, and a tent sleeps more than ten people. Much easier to manage.
To put it bluntly, it is more difficult for them to join forces to rebel.
In the military camp, if you roar, hundreds of people may hear it. If you make a noise, the whole army will be shaken.
In the wilderness of a deserted village, if you roar, you can only fill your mouth with the northwest wind.
The only opportunity for the soldiers to join forces on a large scale to make noise is to gather for training. But why bother?
Someone will help you cultivate the farmland, and the annual output will be too much to eat.
You can even select two smarter teenagers from the three households that belong to you and teach them some basic skills. When hunting, they will help you drive and pick up prey; when practicing martial arts, they will help you organize and maintain it. Equipment, you can even practice sparring in a short time.
You have one hundred and fifty acres of land and a dozen slaves. Your life is so good. Is it necessary to rebel?
"The advantage of a vast land and sparsely populated areas!" Du Guangyi whispered to himself.
He knew very well that before the population surged and the land was not allocated enough, the foundation of the government's military system was very solid and its combat effectiveness would not decline.
During the pre-Tang Dynasty, when the land of the Fu soldiers dropped from 140 acres to a dozen acres, it finally became unusable. It is obvious that the Fu soldiers who only had a dozen acres of land were different from the Tutuan countrymen.
"There are other ways to subsidize income..." Du Guangyi turned his attention to another place.
It was an open space near the sea, with many wooden racks set up and filled with kombu to dry.
Kombu was originally called Lunbu.
"Erya·Shicao" says: "Lun is like Lun, the group is like group, and it exists in the East China Sea."
"Wu Pu's Materia Medica" says: Lunbu is also called Kunbu.
My Majesty loves this food and has just asked the coastal counties to send tribute to Peiping. He cooked the meat and shared it with the soldiers.
Du Guangyi also tasted it, and it was indeed delicious. Not only was the kombu delicious, but the meat cooked in it was also delicious, highlighting the word "fresh".
There is something else drying next to the kombu, called "seaweed".
"Compendium of Materia Medica" says: "Nowadays, the moss and seaweed all look like Lun, and the kelp also looks like a group. I'm afraid this is the case."
Lun actually means big.
In ancient times, Lunbu actually contained more content. However, Daxia distinguished it. The saint named Lunbu "goosefoot", as well as seaweed, carrot, etc., and ordered it to be paid tribute to Beijing.
Most of the vegetables drying on these wooden racks in front of me are goosefoot.
It was October, and there was little work to be done in the fields. But the tribesmen of Fu Bing couldn't rest. They ran to the beach one after another, salvaged and picked up goosefoot. After dragging it ashore, they simply cleaned it and hung it up to dry.
This is their own income, and the government soldiers will not care about it. Even the government does not impose taxes, so they are very motivated.
Among the ships that had just left the port, many were carrying goosefoot, seaweed, carrageenan and another kind of "wakame" named after a saint.
The transfer on the Huaihai Road made Song Yao quite emotional. It was the first time in many years that he saw "return money" from Andong Mansion.
The only regrettable thing is probably that the number of goosefoots is very small. Salvaging, cleaning, drying and transporting are also laborious tasks and are not easy to do.
Du Guangyi once had an idea: Can millet and wheat be grown, but can kelp be "grown"?
It seems difficult, because this thing grows on rocks in the sea. What do you plant on it? What can survive in the sea without rotting for a year?
This year, the Nanhai Prefecture of Bohai State also paid tribute to a lot of kelp.
But their kelp (kelp) seems to be quite different from the kelp (kelp) from the Central Plains.
Tao Hongjing's "Compendium of Materia Medica" says: "Nowadays, only in Korea, the ropes are tied like rolled hemp, yellow and black, flexible and edible."
This kind of kelp is found in the Bohai Sea but not in the Central Plains. The sage seems to love it more.
Why does the saint love the things in the sea so much? Du Guangyi shook his head helplessly. It is not easy to please the saint.
"Raise your gun! Charge!" A shout came from the distance, followed by the thunderous sound of horse hooves.
Three hundred soldiers from the government rode on war horses, raised their horses at an angle, and made a swift charge along the flat land by the seaside.
"Kill!" Wherever the war horses passed, wooden and straw men staggered here and there, with wounds crisscrossing them.
After one charge, the cavalry gathered in the distance, and then charged again.
"In the past, all the soldiers in the hall were attacked, and more than 20 people were infested, and finally the thieves were defeated. You wait until the food and drink are good and not worse than those in the hall before you attack!" A school captain raised his horse in the air and shouted.
road.
"Kill!" The sound of thunder rang out, smoke and dust filled the ground, and the sound of killing was like a tide.
Du Guangyi looked at it in a daze.
Who said that Mao Zhuizi didn't like military affairs? That's just for scholars who came from poor families.
Du Guangyi was born in the Du family in Jingzhao, so he could naturally afford to spend a lot of money to hire martial arts masters to teach him martial arts. This was an expense that a scholar from an ordinary family could not afford.
He has been engaged in civilian work for so many years, and his martial arts skills have long been abandoned, but he is still very excited to see the sergeants training in full swing.
Anton Mansion is the place where he has struggled for several years. He has seen every bit and every bit of progress here, and even participated in it personally. With these powerful soldiers here, he can sleep peacefully.
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After Du Guangyi left Lushun, he headed north and then west, arriving in Yingkou County on October 20th.
He declined the company of Li Mo, the commander of the camp, and asked him to supervise the expansion of Cangcheng and take a look at it himself.
After Li Mo discussed with the captain of the Zhechong Prefecture, he sent a captain named Kang Fu to accompany him with fifty soldiers in training to protect his safety.
"How old is Captain Kang?" Du Guangyi asked casually, holding the horse.
"Twenty to three." Kang Fu, wearing a tattered leather armor, replied.
Du Guangyi took a look at his attire, then at his horse, and said: "The war horse is good, but A is a bit lacking. What's the matter? Is there a bad harvest at home?"
"There is only one family here. The wheat planted this year was also flooded and there was no harvest." Kangfu replied.
Du Guangyi sighed and ordered his entourage: "Send a pair of iron armor to Captain Kang's house in two days."
"Yes." The attendant responded.
"How does this make..." Kangfu said embarrassedly, but he did not refuse.
"You can use it." Du Guangyi said: "More than 100,000 grains and beans have been piled up in Cangcheng in Yingkou, you know?"
"I know." Kangfu nodded.
"There will probably be an attack on the Khitan next year. If you don't have any self-defence, I'm afraid you will die if you go into battle." Du Guangyi said.
Kang Fu deliberately retorted, after all, I was born in the Yuzhou Military Academy, and a person who has been on the battlefield of life and death several times, can he still be killed by the Khitans?
But he knew that after all, with the armor on his body, it would be safer to charge and it would be easier to achieve meritorious deeds, so he did not refuse.
"Are we really going to fight the Khitan next year?" Kangfu asked nervously after thanking him.
"Probably we'll have to fight," Du Guangyi said.
The Andong Mansion has 20,000 troops, but they have not yet recruited them all, and they have to mobilize to garrison Fushun, Gaimou and other places. If the army is sent out next year, it will be able to support the number of 10,000 people. Wang Yanzhang is certainly a fierce general, but with just such a small number of troops, Du Guang
I don’t know what the outcome will be.
Melodious singing came from the other side of the river.
Du Guangyi and Kang Fu looked together and saw a group of Khitan people driving cattle and sheep south.
Those were not enemies, but the ancient tribe of the Khitan nobleman Yelu Kui who had just been transferred from Changchun Palace. There were probably thousands of men, women, and children, and less than 100,000 livestock.
This kind of capital is really nothing on the grassland. Even if you pull out a random Zahu tribe in Yingzhou, it can steadily defeat the Guzhi tribe.
"Ji Gu is only ambitious..." Du Guangyi snorted coldly.
Last month, he met with Changping Tangcheng Brother Yelu Hua in Jili County.
Brother Hua secretly reported to him: Gui Gu only complained and insulted Jin Shang after drinking, and seemed to have counter-intentions.
Du Guangyi said nothing.
Brother Hua's one-sided words were not enough to influence his judgment. But judging from his long-term experience in handling grassland affairs, it is impossible to say that Yigu has no ambition at all.
"What's the use of letting him plot all kinds of things?" Kang Fu said with a smile: "When hundreds of thousands of troops are on the Northern Expedition, Yangu only knows that his little capital is really not worth mentioning."
"Captain Kang is quite knowledgeable." Du Guangyi glanced at him with surprise.
Kang Fu seemed unaware and continued: "The Khitan people's proud riding and shooting skills may come to nothing this time. When Ping Haijun's ship went north along the Daliao River, they knew that they were useless.
How can we fight if we can't even cut off the food road? Fight head-on? He wouldn't dare even if he had ten courages."
The order to set up the Andong camp for the second time has been issued.
Wang Yanzhang is temporarily acting as the deputy commander of the battalion. There is no news yet on who the commander is.
The current main tasks in the seven counties of Andong Prefecture are to train troops, stockpile grain and grass, and expand docks.
After the beginning of the next spring, the Ping Navy will organize large-scale transportation to increase the military rations near Yingkou to 300,000 dendrobium. Obviously, this is a military operation involving land and water, uprooting the Khitan forces in western Liaoning.
If the goal is achieved, the Diela tribe will suffer heavy losses, because western Liaoning is originally their territory.
It is very clear that the weaker the Die La tribe is, the more helpful it will be to the situation.
