On one side is the expansion of the port, and on the other side is the fleet entering the harbor. Many people and ships are noisily gathered in the small harbor. The scene at this time is even more chaotic than the previous two times when the Ding Navy sailed south from Zhigu Village.
After all, the soldiers are easy to manage, but the people are inevitably loose.
Zhang Rong and Li Chang stepped onto the trestle along the rickety wooden planks. Before they could stand still, groups of people behind them came down with the elderly and the young, wrapping them in the queue, and then the flow of people moved forward.
, and then the white sails turned on the blue sea, and the next ship landed.
Li Chang was anxious to find his father, so he immediately left the queue and ran in the direction of Monk Luo.
Zhang Rong was not in a hurry.
When the Mongols came to Shandong, although the serious big city only captured Jinan Prefecture, in the process, the incompetence of the imperial court and the weakness of the Jurchens' military force had become a complete joke, and they were clearly seen by heroes everywhere. Regardless of the Mongols
No matter how we advance or retreat in the future, from now on, no one will take the Kingdom of Jin seriously.
In Shandong alone, I am afraid that within a year or two, the power of local strongmen such as Yang An'er and Liu Erzu will become unstoppable. And the situation of dragons and snakes in various places will probably continue until the Jurchens regain the situation or the Mongols completely
Kill all the Jurchens until the entire Central Plains is conquered.
Zhang Rong has a territory under his control, thousands of people, and he is a local emperor behind closed doors. At that time, he will also be a worthy target for all forces to win over.
He was grateful for the Ding Navy's efforts to save the people once they were defeated. He also felt that Monk Luo was really generous and heroic, which was heartbreaking. But it was no small matter to entrust thousands of subordinates. If he made a mistake, the consequences would be disastrous. He could not rely on it.
When one is motivated, he bows his head and bows.
After all, Guo Ningxin is a complete outsider when he arrives in Shandong. How this person handles affairs, treats others, his military and political talents, his attitude towards the court and all parties, as well as the power of the navy, compared with Yang An'er and others, all matter
Need to find out the details.
Of course, there are various ways to guard against spies in the army. But Zhang Rong is a private salt dealer for many years. He has been fighting against the imperial court with his head tied to his belt for generations. He has his own methods to deal with such situations.
Zhang Rong followed the crowd for two steps, casually took off his robe and wrapped it around his waist, leaving only a shabby short coat, which made him look similar to a local strong man.
At this time, there was a team of strong men in groups of two, carrying bamboo baskets filled with gravel to the reef beach ahead. Zhang Rong could see clearly that the two people at the end of the team, one old and one young, were carrying the large basket with four hands.
Basket, still struggling with his face flushed.
He stopped beside the two of them and pretended to talk to someone in the crowd: "Okay, okay, come right away. I'll help them first and do them a favor!"
After saying that, Zhang Rong stretched out his arms and lifted the big basket.
After all, he is a martial arts practitioner and has very strong physical strength. With his help, the young and old immediately relaxed and quickly accelerated their pace to catch up with the front team.
The old man walked a few steps and felt a little embarrassed: "I'm afraid I've delayed this brother's affairs..."
"It doesn't matter!" Zhang Rong laughed and said: "Everywhere you work, you have to work hard, so if you help us, it doesn't matter!"
Now he was carrying the basket, and two people, old and young, were supporting him on the left and right.
After walking for a while, the young man saw Zhang Rong sweating on his forehead and the huge scar on his face was red, and asked curiously: "Did you get this injury when you were guarding the camp?"
Zhang Rong didn't dare to answer randomly and just sighed.
The young man said with envy: "It must be very painful. But you must have been ahead and fought with the Mongols!"
"I have fought a few times, and I even killed Mongolians!" Zhang Rong said with a smile on his lips, and deliberately raised his eyes: "Little boy, have you ever seen Mongolians? They are as fierce as wolves, eating human flesh! Drinking people
Blood!"
The young man shouted: "I have never seen it, but my brother Xu Gou'er fought with the Mongols! He killed several enemies and was the bravest among General Xiao's men! So this time I will have a big piece
Land! My family has become a military household!"
"You? How come you have the land?"
"Ahem..." The old man coughed lightly at the side: "Zhu'er's brother was killed in a fight with the Mongolian army outside Yidu City... Alas, a group of people who signed into the army at that time were probably killed or injured.
Nearly half of them were killed, it’s really miserable!”
Xu Zhuer gritted his teeth and puffed up his chest and said, "He is a martyr! Judge Yi La said that this is called the Death Day of the Martyrs! You can have your name engraved on the monument and be worshiped by hundreds of generations!"
Zhang Rong nodded repeatedly: "I see... I heard that it was a good killing! Your brother is indeed a martyr!"
The three of them were walking and chatting at the moment. Most ordinary people would be extra excited when they had to escape a catastrophe, not to mention that the people of Laizhou had just fought a fierce battle with the Mongols.
Furthermore, Xu Zhuer was young and had no intention of guarding against others. Most of the weight of the bamboo basket was on Zhang Rong, while Xu Zhuer only supported him and had the energy to talk non-stop.
In just over two miles, he agreed that the navy would give his family a generous pension and promised to let him go to school and learn to read. He also said that he had seized herds of cattle and sheep from the Mongols, and now there are people working hard at night.
Eat meat.
It turned out that Xu Zhuer didn't have to come today, but he was greedy for meat, so he urged the old man next door, Hu Luzi, to continue working. Unfortunately, Hu Luzi was old, so he had to come here to work hard because of Xu Zhuer's greed.
At the end, Xu Zhuer also told the news about the fourth prince of Mongolia who was captured. I heard that Guo Jiedu did not treat him harshly and often allowed him to go out to show off. Some children threw stones to scare the prince, but he was killed by the guarding army.
Soldiers are punished and beaten.
In a moment, the three of them arrived at the reef beach. There were several craftsmen there, gesticulating and gesticulating, probably using the gravel to fill the gaps between the rocks and transform the place into a small seawall.
The strong men at the front went in pairs to deliver the gravel and bamboo baskets to the leader of the craftsmen. Zhang Rong told them to rest for a while and let the young and old go on their own. When they returned, they followed them again.
The three of them continued chatting and walking along the road.
The old man occasionally saw Zhang Rong's face twitching and knew that it was sweat dripping into the injured area, which stung very much. So he suggested taking a rest and wiping away the sweat.
The three of them stayed by the road for a while. Zhang Rong wiped his sweat, and the old man took the opportunity to turn around and show his respects behind a thorn bush.
Probably because he is older, there is something unspeakable about him.
It took a while before the old man came back with his trousers tied up. The three of them continued to move forward and reached a slope where the camp and the entrance were connected, which was where the gravel was dug.
There are rows of rocks on the top of this slope, extending from the reef beach, and the blood stains that have not faded are faintly visible between the rocks. Several strong men and hundreds of people are digging here with various tools. The old and the young are
Those who were just carrying the baskets went to pick up the new bamboo baskets and ignored Zhang Rong.
Zhang Rong walked a few steps to the top of the slope and saw the place that the navy officers on the ship had repeatedly talked about, which was the battlefield inside and outside the Haicang Town camp.
Of course, the battlefield has been cleaned, but there is always the residual smell of blood, or the broken limbs that have not been cleaned up. Groups of crows and birds in the sky are attracted by this smell, croaking and circling. And there are wild dogs underground.
Running around, trying to grab shallowly buried corpses from some shallow pits and feast on them.
A patrol of cavalry passed by, shouting and whipping to drive away the wild dogs.
But as soon as the cavalry left, the wild dogs gathered again and continued digging under the watchful eyes of many people. Then they bit a rotten arm or half a leg, barking and fighting with their companions.
This situation made Zhang Rong's face turn pale.
Since ancient times, Han'er has always been concerned about being buried in peace. The current situation is too cruel. Does the Navy Jiedushi have so many manpower, but they are unwilling to take care of the dead? This is a bit...
well……
He clenched his fists, turned around and left.
Because he did not want to go through the crowded quarrying area, Zhang Rong chose a road in another direction and walked south.
After walking a few steps, I bumped into a group of people coming up from below. Several people in the queue were holding books and editions in their hands, as if they were ready to answer records at any time.
At the front of the queue, there was a tall young man wearing a gray military uniform that was not old yet. As he walked, he pointed with his fingers and said something.
They probably mentioned some mistakes, and everyone behind them burst into laughter. Someone seemed to have said something, and laughed at the young man, so the young man slapped his forehead and smiled bitterly.
Zhang Rong could tell at a glance that the young man had broad shoulders and his hands were covered with thick calluses from practicing swords and bows and arrows.
There is no doubt that although this man is young, he is a veteran with extremely rich combat experience.
Look at the people in the queue at the back. Even when they are joking, they have expressions of respect. It seems that although this young man has no airs, his status is not low. He is at least a middle-level officer, and he has the experience of beheading generals and capturing flags, and has a distinguished reputation for bravery.
That kind of.
Zhang Rong felt unhappy and didn't want to talk to anyone for a moment, so he strode past the young man.
The young man also noticed Zhang Rong and saw his look and heavy steps.
"The one with the scar on his face!" the young man shouted: "Don't think too much! The corpses buried in that field are all Mongolian corpses. We really can't take care of them anymore, so we put them aside for now. Our own soldiers,
It has been properly buried long ago!"
As he spoke, the young man turned to his companions at the back: "No one who has come to Haicang Town in the past few days has seen the battlefield situation. If we have to explain it again and again... we still have to send people to clean it up again!"
The companions all said: "Then we have to use people from Jinan. We really don't have anyone here."
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