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It was really right to bring Sumu Yeertai here. Although the Jurchens are also divided into different branches, the big guys are all Jurchens, and the routines are still familiar to each other. The four guards mobilized in the afternoon have more than 900 horses. , He has already found out the lair of the indigenous Jurchens of Sakhalin Island, and walked northward for more than 20 miles, almost in the thinnest area of ​​Sakhalin Island, in a hidden valley that was blocked by heavy snow at the entrance of the valley.

Not to mention, if there were no Hamgyong Jurchens in this place, it would be really difficult for the Dongjiang scouts to find them by themselves. The Sakhalin Mountains are steep and rugged, surrounded by dense forests and heavy snow. If it is not close Look, but the mouth of the valley, which is only a dozen meters away, may be overlooked at a glance. Climbing up the nearby peaks, Mao Jue looked in through the telescope. On the mountainside to the north of the center of the valley, there are houses built of birch bark and deerskin. Arranged row upon row from top to bottom, the appearance is quite primitive, a bit similar to a yurt, and a trace of smoke and dust emerges from the roof of several deerskins.

At the outermost part of the entire settlement, a fence wall was built with branches and trunks, but this fence wall may not be as high as a person in total, and it is okay to guard against wild animals, but it is vulnerable to the Dongjiang Army.

From top to bottom, there are about [-] or [-] buckskin birch bark houses like this, and a house is counted as a family of five, so this small settlement has a total of six to seven hundred people. is not directly proportional.

But this terrain is too dangerous!The weather was so cold that the hillside was frozen smooth. If the people in the village guarded against danger, it would be a hot potato for Dongjiang.

Frowning and looking around, Mao Jue's gaze finally fell on the two huge peaks behind the hillside. Although these two peaks are shorter than Mount Fuji and Tamna Mountain in Jeju Island, they are still relatively small at this high latitude. In this area, the snow on the top of the mountain has not melted all the year round. At this time, it has been piled up for decades, which makes the sharp mountain top even feel like lighting a torch. Looking back, Mao Jue has pulled out the snow in his hand. The knife, ordered to Sumu Yeertai who was eager to try in the stockade.

"Send someone to investigate, just say that the general is coming, and let the people from this village come out to greet him!"

"Master General!"

Sumu Yeertai was really a little stunned, dissatisfaction and puzzlement appeared under his sunken eye sockets, and he clasped his fists anxiously.

"Don't look at how few barbarians are here, this place is dangerous enough. Now that they didn't find out, they just took it all at once. If you startle the snake, it's not easy to fight!"

"If they didn't kill our people, wouldn't they kill a good person by mistake?"

In the binoculars, he stared intently at the two men in animal skins carrying a log as thick as a person, and it seemed that they were easily transported into the tent without taking a breath. Mao Jue said casually, but paused for a moment, then looked back again Glancing at the six-pounder field gun brought by his troops, he hummed confidently again.

"And even if they were discovered, it would be easy to take down this valley! General Su Mu, send someone there!"

He was still a little hesitant, but looking at the small barrel telescope that Mao Jue set up again, and thinking about the last battle of Jiashan, the Jiashan tribe, who was easily defeated and defeated, shivered, and this guy was full of confidence again. Pulling over a Sumu cavalryman, yelling a few words in Jurchen language in his ear, he sent him to stagger in with five or six people from the valley entrance.

Survival was not easy, in the seemingly dazed valley, in Mao Jue's telescope, a few people had just entered, when a dozen black heads suddenly popped out of the thick snow shell.

To be honest, Mao Jue is not a woman's kindness. He has been in this era for many years, and he has a deep understanding. The thoughts, morals, and values ​​​​of people in this era are completely different from those in his era. Many things that later generations seem to be shocking , it is taken for granted here, it does not make sense at all.

This is still the case for Ming people, let alone these low-civilized savage Jurchen.

However, Mao Jue also knew one thing, the historically important source of troops for the Qing army, known as the Sauron cavalry, also came from these savage Jurchens, even when Kangxi pacified Zhungeer, there were still a considerable number of soldiers The Sauron cavalry, because of the backwardness of civilization and the harsh living environment, these wild Jurchens in the white mountains and black waters are indeed more brave than the Han people, and even the Jianzhou Jurchens who are farming, and they are not afraid of death.

The Dongjiang cavalry team composed of three parts of Hamgyong Road has given Mao Jue a taste of the sweetness. Since Hou Jin can capture the wild Jurchen to serve as Sauron's cavalry, why can't Mao Jue?

So before he figured it out, he didn't want to kill people indiscriminately.

It's a pity that Mao Jue's face is really dark enough. Under his hopeful gaze, those Sumu cavalry who yelled in shouted loudly in Jurchen language, but what greeted them was not a courtesy, but a black The arrow shot down directly, crackling and piercing into the snow.

Fortunately, they have been prepared for a long time. Holding the animal skin shields, several Sumu cavalrymen covered their heads tightly, and the arrows made of blue stones could not do anything to them. Along the Taniguchi, these people were shocked He retreated dangerously.

I really don't know how this Master Xie has such a big hatred between himself! Seeing that the communication failed, this Sumu Yeertai excitedly raised his knife and shouted, gathering his tribe to prepare to attack, while Mao Jue was He grinned in frustration, this is a hidden danger, and he is not going to pretend to be a saint, threatening his imminent immigrants. In regret, he also waved his hand, and immediately Mao Li stepped forward with his flintlock, pointing at the The soldiers of the Dongjiang Guard not far from the mouth of the valley shouted orders.

"go ahead!"

Although they did not have the indomitable momentum of the pro-corps, the militia regiments were still lined up and shouting, pointing their bayonets at the sky with murderous intent, especially the five six-pound field guns pushed over by the officers. While giving the order, the cannon was raised high, aiming at the two towering peaks at the back of the cottage.

There are several big Dongjiang flags, the handsome Mao flag, and a majestic red national flag with Ming characters, waving its teeth and claws among the mountain peaks.

But just when the artillerymen were about to tap the flintlock, more than a dozen people ran out of the village that was still arrogant and domineering just now, and kowtowed at the gate of the village. Shouting something.

This anticlimactic scene made Mao Jue's eyes widen, and he looked at Sumu Yeertai in surprise.

It is also full of unbelievable, the master Su Mubu is translating stutteringly.

"General, they are shouting, is it the Great Tomorrow Army?"

Ten minutes later, Mao Jue sat in the valley, in the middle of the largest deerskin birch tent house, opposite to the firepit with burning wood and dried animal excrement, a dozen local Jurchen leaders from Sakhalin Island, one by one. Kneeling on the ground respectfully, in his astonishment, an old native who couldn't move, tremblingly sent a big cloth bag to Mao Jue respectfully.

Opening the cloth bag in surprise, Mao Jue's eyes widened even more.

He is too familiar with these things!

The bronze-colored official seal, with Mao Lianwei's commander envoy printed on it, the yellow imperial decree, behind it is a lot of messy words canonized by the Ministry of War, and the blue-colored certificate, which records the number of times the tribute has been cleared. During the Zhengde period, the earliest was the Yongle period.

Mao Jue thought that he was the pioneer of this big island. He really never imagined in a hundred dreams that the Ming Dynasty had established rule and order on this land hundreds of years ago, although it was only a loose tribute order.

The guys in animal skins in front of me are my colleagues! Holding the official seal, Mao Jue looked at these guys with confidence, and they also looked at him with anxiety.

Almost wiped out Mao Lianwei, who was officially conferred by the Ming Dynasty!

"Cough cough~"

Chapter 3 Thirteen. A year's plan lies in spring

This time, Mao Jue seems to have lost money!

Not to mention that the stockade was not completed, as a fellow guard of the Ming Dynasty, the poor Mao Lianwei and a group of savages looked tearful and stole a lot of canned food from Mao Jue, but fortunately, they were not the ones who killed Dongjiang Zhenbing The murderer, in terms of geographical location, Mao Lianwei is too far away from the central mountain range where the incident happened. The poor in the village can eat one meal a day. Even the savages are all frozen like grandchildren. Before they rushed to more than ten kilometers away , was either frozen to death or starved to death.

However, Mao Jue was not without benefits. While riding on the horse, he swayed, and at the same time, he had a big head and a thick neck with a rag spread out.

It was a map woven on brocade. The entire Sakhalin Island, I don’t know which eunuch of the Ming Dynasty died here more than 100 years ago. Mao Jue really admired the ancients, although the map is a bit distorted, like It looks like a piece of bread that has been bitten twice, but the mountains and rivers of the island, as well as the twenty or so guards conferred by the Ming Dynasty are all embroidered on it in detail. I really don’t know how the ancients did it without satellite scanning.

Of course, time has changed. More than 100 years ago, some tribal guards no longer existed, new tribes emerged, and some tribes moved their locations, such as the Mao Lianwei in front of them. Originally, their tribe lived here a few miles north. Ten kilometers away, it is now almost to the sea in the south, so the humanities above are only for reference.

"General, those people just said that 30 years ago, it is said that a barbarian tribe came across the sea from the north, called the Zanilu tribe. Since arriving in this Sakhalin Island, they have attacked and killed all the tribes and forced them to surrender. , Several tribes have been exterminated. Every summer, Mao Lianwei is forced to build ships for them and offer food. It seems that the pirates who went south are from this group. Their settlements are in the generation of Daqingshan. No, the place where our Dongjiang people were killed is not far away."

Mao Jue once went to Ryukyu. To be honest, it was a really big place. It was actually divided into three countries, and it took two or 300 years to unify them. However, Ryukyu has a population of more than 2. This Sakhalin Island, these There is no farming at all, and [-] or [-] people in the tribe that rely entirely on fishing and hunting can die, and they have created a separatist regime. Listening to Sumuyertai's narration, the Zanilu tribe should also be ambitious. To unify Sakhalin, be a Sakhalin king or something.

It's a pity that the Zanilu tribe met him, Mao Jue. The grand plan and hegemony are doomed to Nanke Yimeng! With a shake of his hand, he put the brocade map into his arms, and Mao Jue couldn't help snorting coldly.

The distribution of troops on the nine sides, three points for defending the city wall, seven points for busy farming, and even organizing troops to garrison fields are more important than fighting for generals. After all, if you want to kill the enemy, you need to protect yourself from starvation. .

Mao Lianwei has opened the map. In the next time, Mao Jue will focus on measuring the land in Hongshuangcheng. Dongjiang will move refugees here one after another in the future, and establish a new colony to assist the main town of Dongjiang. Yes, it's not about looking for a burden for Dongjiang, whether it can stand firm, the spring plowing in the first year is extremely important, and I have a general understanding of the neighbors around me, and I can send my cavalry to say hello one by one. Taking this rod every day, Mao Jue was like an old farmer, happily plugging and plugging endlessly.

I can’t help but live, and more than two months have passed in a flash. After a winter of major repairs, the Red Shuangcheng is basically completed. The five-meter-high city wall wraps more than 2000 houses in it, standing in the northwest Looking down from the high slope of the Sakhalin Mountains, there is a bright red everywhere in the eyes. As Mao Jue promised, the roofs of the whole city are all painted with red paint squeezed out of the iron mine, reflecting the sun. The light is simply shining.

But before these red couples who have been tired all winter can rest for a few days, the busy spring ploughing is coming again. The urban and rural areas have been planned. The separated squares are like a huge chessboard, densely distributed on the ground in an orderly manner.

Today, the Red Shuangcheng is very lively. There are four gates in the east, west, north and south, and none of the gates is full of people. Not only people, but also cattle are also joining in the fun. The people in the city were squeezed to the top of the city gate. On the stairs on both sides of the city gate, Dongjiang guards tried their best to maintain order, but even so, they couldn't stop the crazy hearts of those refugees.

It is simply the most important thing in life, dividing the land!In the hearts of refugees, fields are much more important than houses, and that is a matter for future generations!Last year, a group of people were still reluctant to be driven onto the boat, but after these months of breathing and working together with this land, the Red Twin City has already imprinted a deep brand on them. All of them can't wait to divide the land here and take root.

There is another reason for selfishness, that is, the distance between the allocated land and the city and the water source. The first one to be allocated must be next to the city. It is close to go home and get water from Hongshuang River. , If you go late, you will have to queue outside, and everything must be queued behind.

After all, at six o'clock in the morning, it was time to open the city gate. With the creaking sound of the wooden suspension bridge falling, stepping on the wooden gate, a "spring sports meeting" kicked off.

"My, my! The head of the household, Zhao Laowu, is the leader of the field!"

"Little Wang Lao Er, come to lead the field."

"Mr. Jun, the younger one is Zhang Dahammer. I gave you the one that resisted distiller's lees a few days ago! You are always tired, so let's send it first!"

The land registration engraved on the wooden sign is like a large truck collapsed on the highway, and it was robbed in a blink of an eye. After getting the serial number, these migrant farmers led their families with their cattle and brought their families into battle. , plunged into the field like fighting the earth.