Beiyang new warlord

After so many days, Mao Jue really felt that he was making a big deal out of a molehill. Yuan Chonghuan only had one or two hundred soldiers, hundreds of guards, and there were Dongjiang Zhenbing guards from Phi Island everywhere. It was really difficult for him to kill Mao Wenlong. Difficult, but in history, Mao Wenlong also did not believe that Yuan Chonghuan dared to kill him, but it was in Dongjiang, his old lair, where Yuan Chonghuan killed him, so Mao Jue would not feel at ease if he did not watch this plague god leave with his own eyes!

Shouting so loudly and rushing to the West camp, surprisingly, the gatekeepers were much scarcer, and the camps along the way were extremely empty, and seeing Mao Jue couldn't help raising his heart.

naval port!

The Xu flag was still there, but the soldiers and horses of the guards were gone, and there was the magnificent Dongjiang town fleet moored at the port. I don't know where it went. Just as Mao Jue was watching in a daze, he heard a familiar voice. A cheap laugh suddenly came from behind.

"Hahaha, brother, you came out late today! Governor Yuan still missed you before leaving! It's a pity, you didn't see it!"

Still with the same big beard and crooked helmet, Mao Youde leisurely strolled around the port belching his wine and looked at Mao Jue's figure. He waved his hands and muttered when he was far away.

But before he finished speaking, Mao Jue had rushed to him like a rabbit and grabbed his collar violently.

"Brother! Where's the boat? Where's Yuan Manzi? Where's my father?"

Mao Youde, who was asked three hurried questions, was stupefied and belched again before he answered vaguely.

"Director Yuan wanted to inspect our Dongjiang Town Navy before he left, so let's see him off. Mao Shuai ordered the Navy to go to sea, and it is estimated that they are almost at Shuangyu now!"

Mao Jue almost didn't spit it out, it's a bad dish!

Thinking that he was not sent to Yuan Chonghuan, Mao Youde persuaded him with a smile in his heart.

"Don't worry, little brother. Governor Yuan still missed you when he left! I think there will be a promotion when I go back. At that time, don't forget my brother! Uh, brother, what are you doing?"

The collar of the clothes was pulled up again by Mao Jue. Mao Youde was a little surprised and yelled in displeasure, but at this time Mao Jue's eyes had turned red, and he yelled loudly while pulling his collar.

"Phi Dao is in dire straits. If you don't want to be transferred to Shandong to be cannon fodder and be looked down upon by others, immediately assemble your boat and go to sea with me!"

"Uh, buddy, are you all right?"

"I'll explain it to you when I get on the boat, it's urgent, life and death!"

Mao Jue had never done anything that was not guaranteed, and seeing his flustered expression, full of seriousness and seriousness, the balance of fate swung here, hesitating for only a second, Mao Youde nodded emphatically.

"I'm going to gather my subordinates and call the third brother, the younger brother will stay here for a while!"

Hearing his loud yelling, Mao Jue waited like ants on a hot pot, circling continuously. Wen Meng and others wanted to persuade, but they didn't know where to persuade him. At this time, Mao Jue suddenly slapped Head, immediately grabbed the reins of the horse, turned on the horse and roared.

"Lao Wen and Lao Tzu go, go back to the mansion, and the rest of the people will wait here without my order, and they are not allowed to leave! Go! Drive!"

The horse's hooves splashed smoke and dust all over the place, and under the surprised eyes of Qinbingwei and Mao Youde, the two horses flew away

Chapter 39. The supervisor is sick!

The army of the Ming Dynasty is indeed no match for Jiannu. In field battles, poor and uneven firearms are no match for the Qing Gong, which has reached the peak of cold weapons. The army dismounted, shot forward with bows and arrows, and then used heavy soldiers to break through the already chaotic Ming army's firearms array, and then killed and killed.

But at sea, Daming managed to keep his technological lead, and he lost Jiannu by an unknown number of streets.During the Jiajing period, in order to guard against Japanese pirates, the Ming Dynasty had its second shipbuilding climax since Zheng He. It is said that in the past few decades, [-] to [-] ships were launched. It is this legacy that Mao Wenlong inherited.

Most of the main warships were built under the supervision of Shandong, and some of the big trees were taken from the deep mountains of Liaodong. In the past few years in Phi Island, he has 8000 large and small ships under his command, plus Xi Daying, more than 5000 sailors, This time it can be regarded as showing his muscles in front of Yuan Chonghuan. Mao Wenlong gave an order, [-] warships, and more than [-] sailors including his own soldiers came out.

It is indeed much worse than the fleet of Zheng He's era. Due to national strength, Mao Wenlong's largest warship is only more than 60 meters long, but in Northeast Asia, his fleet is definitely ranked first, with ships connected to ships, and sails connected to sails , as if there was an extra city on the sea, the sea breeze blows, and the bells hanging on the mast jingle.

Standing on the prow of his flagship, looking out at the sea, Mao Wenlong is really full of pride. Although he paid a heavy price, heroes come out of troubled times. All of this is due to his small defense within a few years. up.

"What does the supervisor think of this boat master Mao?"

After admiring it for a while, Mao Wenlong smiled and asked Yuan Chonghuan with a smile on his face.

But at this time Yuan Chonghuan's complexion didn't seem to be very good, it was white enough, and there was still a faint retching movement, swallowed, and then shook his head weakly.

"The boat division is a sharp weapon, and the soldiers of Dongjiang Town are also elite divisions. However, if this sharp weapon is hidden in its sheath and does not fight the enemy, it is not as good as the blunt sword and wooden spear. At least the latter can be regarded as having been in battle and honed The enemy's armor, vomit"

Before he finished speaking, Yuan Chonghuan couldn't help retching again. This man is weak enough, but there are always thorns in his words. He is mocking Mao Wenlong's corpse for a vegetarian meal, and he is self-respecting.He was full of complacency just now, and Mao Wenlong's expression became gloomy when he heard a word. After a while, he hummed in a neutral manner.

"What the supervisor said is true!"

The two big brothers no longer have a common language, but this time Yuan Chonghuan seemed to be so unlucky that he was so seasick. He stayed on the bow of the boat for a while, and vomited three or four times in a row, even vomiting yellow water. With Wu's support, he went directly back to the cabin to rest.

When the sun was about to set, this man surnamed Wu came to the door again.

"Shuai Mao, my supervisor is so seasick that he can't handle it anymore. Hurry up and find an island to dock!"

"How did the supervisor come here? How could he be so seasick?"

First, he despised Yuan Chonghuan in his heart, and then Mao Wenlong asked with some doubts. Who knew that in exchange for one sentence, this Wu surnamed scolded impatiently and in a rather disrespectful tone.

"Where is Marshal Mao talking so much? Lord Yuan is the governor of Liaodong appointed by His Majesty to shoulder the responsibility of millions of people in Liaodong. Can Marshal Mao take responsibility for a mistake? Stop the fleet quickly and find an island to dock. The supervisor will have a rest."

Being reprimanded by a young junior who seemed to be less than twenty years old, Mao Wenlong, who was not happy at all, became even more ugly and furious.

"The ship commanded you to find my son Mao Kexi. He is in charge of the former army, and he is familiar with him. I am tired of the commander, so I won't be here for more company!"

Putting on airs, Mao Wenlong's forehead twitched, and he also got out of the cabin, but the man surnamed Wu yelled angrily at the back, and immediately he could faintly hear his domineering shouts to the generals of Dongjiang Town.

"That is Mao Kexi, I will order him to quickly find a place to stop the boat!"

The closest distance is Shuangdao. The two small islands less than a few square kilometers are facing each other from the south to the north. The small harbor in the middle is a good place to park. The general was very upset, and after dawdling for half an hour, he finally stopped the boat on the edge of the island.

As if to reveal his true nature, Yuan Chonghuan's superintendent was putting on airs. As soon as the fleet docked, he didn't stay for a minute, and let a few soldiers carry him off the boat. The tents of the Chinese army, the camp tents of the pro-barracks, iron pots, rice grains, a lot of things were carried off the ship one after another, a full set of supplies, luggage, this posture is as if they want to live on this broken island, and they don’t want to leave.

Seeing that a group of soldiers from Liao Town were building a camp against the hills and rocky slopes above sea level on the North Island, Shen Shikui, the deputy commander who accompanied him, became a little impatient.

The binoculars fell angrily, got off his own battleship, and sat aggressively in a small boat. Then he climbed onto Mao Wenlong's flagship. In the cabin on the rear deck, Mao Wenlong was having dinner, when he was suddenly caught by this 1.8-meter-tall bearded muscle man. The old man barged in.

"Shuai Mao, what does Governor Yuan mean? The monsoon is about to rise in the next few days, and the sea is so dangerous! The Jian slave is still watching Yizhou, and he is going to set up camp on Shuangdao with all his braggadocio? Our thousands of troops are waiting for him?"

Listening to Shen Shikui knocking on the table and yelling, one of the cups was knocked over, Mao Wenlong's old face was also full of depression, but after a long time in the officialdom, his edges and corners were rounded a lot, his mouth was crooked, Mao Wenlong was tired and crooked waved his hand down.

"Supervisor Yuan is a literati with a weak body. They are very particular about literati. What can you do to this old man? You can't leave the superintendent behind. Let's retreat back, shall we?"

Mao Wenlong spread his hands unhappily, but Shen Shikui became impatient when he heard it. His thick brows and ox eyes widened, and he pressed his hands on the table anxiously.

"But Shuai Mao, it's July soon, on the other side of Iron Mountain!"

After a few months in New York, wheat and sorghum have risen with peace of mind, but this means that no matter it is the Ming army or the Jiannu, they can free up their hands. They will launch an offensive in Yizhou. Although it is not a big war, this small group of attacks is more troublesome. The military settlements were burned, and the hard-earned food was robbed and destroyed. One hundred thousand Dongjiang soldiers and civilians will go hungry.

Every year from June to autumn harvest, it is almost the most stressful time in Dongjiang Town.

This question was indeed a real obstacle, and Mao Wenlong couldn't help raising his eyebrows when he heard it.

"Well, next time, my commander-in-chief will go and talk to Master Yuan. If you want to leave immediately, or delay for a day or two, it's fine. If Yuan Manzi needs to recuperate for a long time, then you should go back first, my commander-in-chief." Continue sending Yuan Manzi back to Ningyuan, what do you think?"

"This"

After a little hesitation, Shen Shikui could only nod helplessly in the end.

"The last will obey!"