"Duang!" The bell of the ship docking continued to ring.
Amid the scoldings of the sailors, a group of ignorant men, women and children disembarked from the ship.
More than a thousand households of Weizhou people and more than 500 households of Bozhou people, led by soldiers from Andong Prefecture, descended to each camp one after another.
The camp was built on the wilderness and was full of small townhouses. The houses were not big and could only accommodate four or five people, barely enough for a family to live in.
I don't mean to treat these people harshly. Resources are really tight. It would be nice to have cabins or adobe houses to live in. Don't ask for too much.
After this group of people arrive, the people who originally lived here should pack up their things and make room. The new village arranged for them has been built, with the same cabins and the same wilderness, and they will use their hard-working hands to build it.
, reclaim the fertile black land bit by bit, and build a future for yourself and future generations.
Jingxiang finished the last half of the vinegar cake, shouldered his baggage, and silently followed the group of people, walking forward.
Before leaving the camp, he looked at the dock not far away.
On the fence, there were heads hanging one after another, and state soldiers from the Andong Prefecture were beating gongs and shouting something.
You don’t need to listen to know that this is a warning to the newly arrived immigrants from Weibo. The owners of those heads were refugees or immigrants who dared to resist. The state soldiers suppressed them mercilessly, and then hung their heads on the dock, and their families
He was demoted to an official slave, waiting to be assigned to the newly established army soldiers.
Restoring the imperial military system was probably the greatest decision Xia Ting made in the Andong Mansion.
Professional warriors serve as the first generation of government soldiers. They are battle-hardened, fierce and dare to fight, and their combat effectiveness is guaranteed.
The next generation will grow up in a favorable environment. After they grow up, the father and son will have 300 acres of land. If there are three or five families helping them cultivate the fields, taking into account the tax exemption and exemption from corvee, he will have a lot of wealth.
He spent his time honing his martial arts skills and acquiring armor, crossbows, swords and guns. During his long career, not only did he become proficient in all kinds of weapons, but he also knew how to use whatever he got. He could be called an all-rounder on the battlefield.
In fact, the custom of many soldiers in the Sui and Tang Dynasties came from this. Everyone can shoot arrows, use knives, use spears, and wield long-handled axes. After the collapse of the military system, this custom has been maintained until now, and has declined.
There are signs of this, after all, the cost of training is too high. If nothing else happens, the soldiers of subsequent dynasties will not have this level at all, and their skills will gradually become monotonous.
Are you cheap cannon fodder? Why is it so easy to practice?
"Zheng Dalang, this is Zheng Dalang! Zheng Dalang is dead!" A person in the immigration team rushed out and went straight to a certain head hanging on the fence with a sad expression.
The two state soldiers were furious and rushed over, one from the left and the other from the right. Unexpectedly, this man was quite capable and knocked down one of the state soldiers. Then he faced the other man who rushed towards him with a knife, and snatched the knife away with his bare hands.
come over.
His expression was extremely sad and angry, as if a relative or friend had died.
Several more state soldiers surrounded them. The man held a horizontal sword and rushed forward.
"Whoosh!" An arrow flew out from the sentry tower and hit the man in the back of the heart.
The man fell to the ground, struggled for a while, and stopped moving.
His family members were pulled out from the crowd. The whole family was crying and taken to another place.
There was a commotion among the new people in Weibo.
As neat footsteps sounded in the distance, hundreds of state soldiers marched in, and the commotion quickly dissipated.
Jingxiang sighed and murmured to himself: "The Anton Mansion is gradually recovering from exile, and wealth can be expected, so why bother? Why bother?"
"Ye Lao doesn't know what to say!" A martial artist not far away heard this and sneered.
Jingxiang lowered his head and did not dare to say anything more.
Unexpectedly, the martial artist didn't let him go, and walked over and said with a smile: "How do you think you look so slovenly after studying for a few years? Have you ever regretted not practicing swordsmanship when you were young?"
"Studying is also beneficial." Jingxiang said with a wry smile: "If you are named on the gold medal list, have been successively appointed as the Prime Minister of Taiwan, and have passed the years, you will have your own strategies and methods in your mind, you can know the principles of the adjustment of a great country."
Wu Fu laughed and did not argue with him, but asked: "What is your name?"
"General, a certain Liu Mian from Weizhou." Jingxiang replied.
"How did you know I was a general?" Wu Fu, wearing the brown cloth military uniform of an ordinary sergeant, asked curiously.
"General Kongtong's talent and Bohuan's essence can be seen at a glance." After all, Jingxiang has seen 200,000 Liang troops. He has followed Zhu Quanzhong on expeditions all year round, so he is very familiar with the army, so he can naturally tell.
"What's the anger? What's the spirit?" Wu Fu asked.
Jingxiang was stunned for a moment, and then said: "It is said that the general has former dynasty Pei and Liu Zhicai."
"Who is Pei Liu?" Wu Fu asked.
"Pei Du's attack on Huaixi left no temples behind; Shi Xiong's attack on the north of the mountain further demonstrated the imperial power. Both of them were ministers of Zhongxing in the former Tang Dynasty." Jingxiang replied.
Wu Fu was stunned. He still knew the names of Pei Du and Shi Xiong. The former put down the Huaixi rebel vassal that had troubled the imperial court for decades, and the latter beat the Uighur Khan to the point where he fled alone and beheaded ten thousand people. Of course he knew
The old man compared the two. He was very happy, so he brought hot steamed pig paste cakes, dried meat, and cheese and gave them to Jingxiang.
"Thank you for the reward, general." Jingxiang accepted it as if he was flattered, and asked, "I don't know the general's name yet."
"My name is Gao Youqing, commander of the Dengzhou Prefecture Army." Wu Fu replied: "Have you ever heard of Gao Xianzhi's descendants?"
"Gaogong commanded the troops and horses, controlled Anxi, understood the sentiments of Tibetan people, and was familiar with the surrounding affairs. How could I not know this?" Jingxiang said in awe.
Although Gao Youqing didn't quite understand what he heard, he was very happy to know that the old man was still complimenting his ancestors. He took a jug of wine from the saddle and put it into Jingxiang's hand, saying, "You can speak, so I'll give it to you."
Jingxiang thanked him repeatedly.
Gao Youqing waved his hand nonchalantly, and then added: "The camp is newly established in Jian'an County. We have been ordered to stay there for a long time. I think you are a good reader, can you..."
At this point, he hesitated a little and seemed embarrassed.
"Since the general is a state general, if you want to move up, you'd better be proficient in writing..." Jingxiang glanced at him and said.
"You know your stuff, old man." Gao Youqing was a little surprised when he guessed what he was thinking, and asked, "Are you willing to teach me?"
"The general has orders, and he will obey them. However, after he settled in Jian'an, the court granted him land, and he still had to cultivate it." Jingxiang said with some embarrassment.
There were a thousand households in their northbound immigration team, half from Weibo and half from Dongshan Dangxiang from Gyeongju. The truck was loaded with a large amount of supplies, including corn shipped from Dengzhou, as well as a large number of farm tools, seeds, cloth and other supplies.
Obviously, after arriving in Jian'an County, the land will be allocated for farming. Everyone can see this.
"It doesn't matter." Gao Youqing said nonchalantly: "I will capture a few families of natives for you, and plunder some cattle and sheep, and let them farm for you. All you have to do is teach me how to read. Once the daily needs are met, I will think of a way.
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"Well, thank you so much, General." Jingxiang said with a smile.
He was over forty years old, had been homeless, and was weak. It was indeed difficult for him to cultivate the fields. The appearance of General Gao relieved his urgent need.
The two of them chatted while heading north. On the other side of the dock, the riot had been calmed down. The Weibo immigrants moved into the vacated camp in silence, waiting for their fate.
The state soldiers of Andong Prefecture guarded the place as if facing a formidable enemy.
The counties in Andong were not at peace, and there were many rebellious immigrants among the Wei immigrants. Many of those who fled, resisted, and sabotaged their work were killed. In this Northern Expedition, King Zhao even sent Ding Zhuang away.
Only in this way can we have peace in the rear, otherwise we don’t know what the trouble will be like - the state soldiers in Anton Mansion are not very capable. If the Wei people are given weapons and armor at this time, and the two sides fight, it is still unclear who will lose and who will win.
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"For decades, we have been working hard, and every year we are injured. Many fields are abandoned, and every household is in exile." Jingxiang finally looked back at Lushun, which was gradually disappearing, and sighed softly: "The old land of Andong covers thousands of miles. If we open up the wasteland
, I encourage you to work hard, but you won’t have to worry about it for another year, and you will have plenty of food. Why bother? Why bother?”
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"Whoosh!" An arrow was shot, and the enemy knight fell down in response.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!" The sergeants drew their bows and fired arrows one after another. The sound of arrows piercing the air was endless, and the screams of the enemy cavalry were also endless.
This is not a large-area shooting, that would be too extravagant. In fact, the riflemen on the sidecars all aimed before shooting, so the overall hit rate was not low, and the results were quite significant.
After firing more than ten arrows in a row, immediately change people to ensure that the convoy's long-range strikes are uninterrupted.
In the grass in the distance, flags were flying, horses neighed, and people looked longingly.
Liu Wei took a closer look and found that there were indeed a lot of Khitan people, perhaps twenty or thirty thousand horsemen. Their composition seemed to be quite complex, divided into multiple tribes, not affiliated with each other. They were just because of the Yue or Eight Tribes who were separated from Jin.
Led by senior officials.
In the open space between the convoy and the Khitan army, there were many dead bodies scattered everywhere. Some people were not dead for a while, lying on the ground groaning. Some people couldn't bear it and rushed to rescue them, but they were quickly shot to the ground by sharp archers.
The wounded soldiers continued to groan, but no one dared to save them. They could only watch as their blood slowly drained away and they lost their voices.
There were also many corpses lying within a few steps of the sidecar.
Longwu's soldiers were holding rifles, long axes, and ax blades. The ax blades were covered with blood, which made people extremely frightened to see them.
"Bang! Bang!" Dozens of corpses were thrown out one after another from the convoy. They were Khitan thieves who were hooked into the car formation and killed. They were thrown out now. Xia Bing laughed loudly and was arrogant.
Nothing can stop them.
Fire attacks don't work, smoke doesn't work, and direct charges don't work. The only thing that can cause trouble is probably the trenches dug by the Khitans.
Yes, the Khitans thought about it for a long time and finally figured out a way. Making the roads bumpy and digging some wide trenches was the best way to stop the Xia people - but it could only slow down their speed. There was no other way.
Stop it completely.
Yelu Shilu came down from the high hill with a solemn expression.
He had heard people say it before, but he still didn't believe it. But when he encountered it in person, he was shocked.
"Bring up the infantry." He waved his hand and ordered.
Thousands of Bohai, Han'er, Shiwei, and Khitan infantrymen trained by Abaoji himself slowly moved forward from behind and formed a formation in the wilderness.
The laughter of the motorcade stopped.
The sergeant who was sitting on the ground silently stood up and began to put on his armor.
Someone took the time to change the bow string to prevent it from breaking during the war.
Someone took a new heavy sword from the car and placed the old sword full of gaps at his feet.
