Huang Taiji disliked the royal palace of North Korea very much.
It was shabby and cramped, with drafts leaking from everywhere, making it difficult for him to sleep well.
If this impoverished place hadn't happened to be right next to the Manchu Qing Dynasty, he probably wouldn't even want to take a second look at it.
Ironically, now we have to fight for this vassal country.
"Xia Jun's weapons are even more powerful."
In his hand he was rubbing a musket, which was a firing pin gun captured by the Qing army.
Finding that this gun was completely different from the percussion gun used by the Xia army in the past, the Qing army immediately realized the problem and hurriedly sent it to Hanyang.
After such a long time, the Qing army had figured out how to use the striker gun.
Because of this, Huang Taiji felt powerless.
He had seen the use of this gun with his own eyes, and the rapid rate of fire made his strong nerves feel frightened.
Fortunately, the front line reported that Xia Jun did not have many such terrifying weapons. Otherwise, Huang Taiji might have lost the courage to fight.
Even so, he was still a little puzzled by the lack of progress in the battle in Busan.
"Xia Jun only defends and does not attack?"
After Ning finished, I quickly said: "That's true."
Huang Taiji attached great importance to the use of Han literati. After Fan Wencheng's death, Ning Wanwo came to power and became the Han minister he relied on most.
"It's really strange. With how powerful the Xia army is, it shouldn't be like this."
The Manchu Qing had fought against Xia Jun several times, and they naturally had a deep understanding of Xia Jun's strength. Based on Huang Taiji's understanding of Zuo Menggeng, he was definitely not a person who only took beatings without fighting back.
Back then, only two thousand soldiers and horses dared to block Lengshuiguan.
Nowadays, the Xia army has strong soldiers and horses, how can they be willing to settle in a corner of Busan?
He closed his eyes and meditated, countless pictures flashed through his mind, but he still had no clue.
It is true that he is a great talent, but his knowledge is bound to be limited by his environment, which will also constrain his thinking.
Jeju Island is now in a state of excitement.
Countless Koreans were moved here and put into labor.
Shen Daoxun and Li Chong have taken off their traditional robes and Confucian shirts and put on Xia's modern clothes.
Only when people are busy can they realize the importance of convenience.
After becoming officials, Shen Daoxun and Li Chong realized for the first time in their lives that being an official was so tiring.
Countless people need to be managed, countless projects need to be supervised, and countless materials need to be coordinated. This makes them so busy that they often don't even have time to eat.
Under such circumstances, it is obviously impossible to leisurely wear a long robe and a Confucian shirt.
Li Chong is younger and more radical. He has even imitated the Xia people and cut off his long hair.
"You have already felt how cold winter is. If you don't want to be frozen next winter, work harder and build a house."
The scale of Jeju City has expanded countless times, and houses are rising from the ground. Looking at it, they are neatly arranged and orderly, like an army.
This was originally the administrative center of Jeju Island and the place with the largest population. Because it is located on a plain and has fertile land, it is the place that can support the largest population on Jeju Island.
Therefore, when the immigrants came, most of them were resettled here. While building the city, they also opened up wasteland, which also caused the original town to rapidly expand and become a city.
Following Zuo Menggeng's order, this brand new city was named Jeju City, which is still the center of Jeju Island.
Shim Do-hoon served as the Jeju Province Observer.
Jeju Island was originally under the jurisdiction of Jeolla Province, but now it is completely independent.
Although this was Xia Guo's own rule, Shen Daoxun was very happy.
After all, it's always good to be promoted.
After him, Li Chong became the mayor of Jeju City and was promoted one level.
Seeing that Jeju Island is becoming more and more prosperous, with more and more people and resources under its control, and more and more power, Shen Daoxun and Li Chongle are working harder and harder.
Just as busy as them is Lin Qingye.
He was arranged to assist Huang Fei and be responsible for the immigration to Jeju Island.
So many people came here, and they were confused and couldn't ignore it. So Lin Qingye stayed and organized the people to build and produce.
Only when he arrived here did Lin Qingye feel firsthand where the power of Xia State came from.
The houses here are actually built with bricks and tiles, and something called cement.
The magic of cement shocked him inexplicably.
Especially in cities, the roads built with cement are extremely smooth and solid. No matter how much cargo the carriage carries, it will not worry about bumps.
In this way, the houses built made the North Korean people even more happy.
In the past, they were extremely poor and were content to build a shelter from wind and rain using thatch, soil and stones. But now they actually live in brick houses with glass windows.
This is a wealth that neither class of gentlemen can enjoy.
Although these things need to be repaid slowly by the people through future labor, the huge improvement in life still makes them forget the pain of migration and devote themselves fully to labor.
"Brother Lin, come with me quickly."
Huang Fei came over, very anxious.
Lin Qingye wiped the sweat off his face and asked inexplicably: "What happened?"
Huang Fei was very excited.
"The military order has been issued. The army will go out immediately. We need officials who understand local affairs. We are old partners, so you have to help me."
"The army is marching out?"
Lin Qingye was a little confused.
Where did the army come from?
But when he was dragged by Huang Fei all the way to the pier of Seogwipo, he was shocked by the sight in front of him.
But in the huge port, countless people were gathered here. At first glance, it looked dark, like dark clouds in the sky, and I had no idea how many there were.
On the sea outside the port, the sails blocked the clouds and the sun, and even the color of the sea could no longer be seen.
As the saying goes, when there are tens of thousands of people, there is no edge. But when there are tens of thousands of ships, the spectacular scene cannot be described in words.
It was unclear how many ships there were, but the power contained in them made Lin Qingye understand that such a scale was enough to destroy the world.
At this time, every plank road in the port was being used, and countless artillery pieces were lined up to the horizon, shining with a penetrating cold light in the sun.
Light artillery pieces weighing hundreds of kilograms were hoisted and sent to the ship one after another; heavy artillery pieces weighing several thousand kilograms were carried to the ship by dozens of people, pulling them forward and pushing them, shouting uniform chants.
These weapons alone are enough to level a city to the ground.
Lin Qingye finally saw the army Huang Fei mentioned.
I saw tens of thousands of Xia Army soldiers lining up in a long queue that could not be seen, boarding warships in an orderly manner.
He had been in Jeju Island for a long time, and he had no idea that there was such a huge army hidden here.