The Ming army was indeed not an opponent of Jiannu. In the field battle, the crude and uneven firearms could not defeat the Qinggong, which had reached the peak of cold weapons. In the Battle of Sarhu, Nurhaci ordered the Later Jin army, which had an absolute advantage in quantity, to dismount, shoot forward with bows and arrows, and then use dead troops to break through the already chaotic Ming munitions array, and then kill and kill.

But at sea, the Ming Dynasty maintained its technological leadership, surpassing Jiannu for many streets. In order to prevent Japanese pirates during the Jiajing period, the Ming Dynasty had its second shipbuilding climax since Zheng He. It is said that in the past few decades, 150,000 to 20,000 ships were launched. In the thousands of miles of Korean War, Mao Wenlong took over the actual combat capabilities of the Ming army naval division. This is the legacy.

Most of the main warships were supervised in Shandong, and some of the big trees were taken from the deep mountains of Liaodong. In the past few years, he had already had 1890 large and small ships under his command, plus Xidaying, with more than 8,000 sailors. This time, he showed his muscles in front of Yuan Chonghuan. With Mao Wenlong's order, more than 5,000 naval troops, including his personal soldiers, came out in full swing.

It is indeed much worse than the fleet in the Zheng He era. Due to national strength, Mao Wenlong's largest warship was only more than 60 meters, but in Northeast Asia, his fleet was definitely on the line. The ships were connected to the ships and sails, just like an extra city on the sea. The sea breeze blew, and the bells hanging on the mast jingled.

Standing at the bow of his flagship and looking at the sea with a rugged wave, Mao Wenlong was really proud. Although he had paid a heavy price, heroes came from troubled times. All of this was done by his little guard within a few years.

"What does the supervisor think of Mao as a boat master?"

After admiring for a while, Mao Wenlong asked with a glamorous face and showing off his face.

However, Yuan Chonghuan's face seemed not very good at this time. He was so white that he had a slight retching movement. He swallowed it and shook his head slightly weakly.

"The boat army is a sharp weapon, and the soldiers of Dongjiang Town are also elite troops. However, if this sharp weapon is hidden in the sheath and does not fight with the enemy, it is better than the blunt sword and wooden spear. At least the latter has been on the battle formation and has sharpened the enemy's armor, and hesitated..."

Before he finished speaking, Yuan Chonghuan couldn't help but retching again. This man was weak enough, but he always had a thorn in his words. He was a satirizing Mao Wenlong for being a corpse and was self-respecting. He was still full of complacent just now, and Mao Wenlong's face became gloomy after hearing this sentence. After a while, he said something neither salty nor light.

"What the supervisor said is true!"

The two big guys no longer had a common language, but Yuan Chonghuan seemed so unlucky that he was so seasick. He supported the bow of the boat for a while and vomited three or four times in a row, even the yellow water was spit out. Then, with the help of Wu, he went back to the cabin to rest.

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

"Ship Mao, my supervisor is so seasick and can't help it. Hurry up and find an island to dock!"

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

First, he despised Yuan Chonghuan, and then Mao Wenlong asked in confusion. Who knew that one sentence would be the one named Wu who was full of impatient and scolded him in a disrespectful tone.

"Why did Mao Shuai say so much? Lord Yuan was appointed by His Majesty to the Liaodong Supervisor, and he was responsible for the millions of people in Liaodong. Can Mao Shuai be held responsible for any mistakes? Let the fleet stop quickly, find an island to dock, and let the Supervisor rest."

Mao Wenlong, who seemed to be less than twenty, was scolded by a young junior who was not happy, became increasingly ugly and angry. The Dongjiang Island coach simply shook his sleeves in anger.

"The ship commands you to find my son Mao Kexi. He is in charge of the front army and is familiar with each other. I am too tired and will not be here for more time!"

With the airs on his face, Mao Wenlong's forehead leaped and he got out of the cabin. However, the man named Wu shouted in anger after a few words, and then he could faintly hear his arrogant shouting at the generals of Dongjiang Town.

"That's Mao Kexi, I ordered him to find a place to stop the boat quickly!"

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The closest one is the two islands nearby, two small islands less than a few square kilometers confronted one south and one north. The narrow harbor in the middle is a good place to park. However, the Wu surnamed is too arrogant, which made the general of Dongjiang Town feel very unhappy. After half an hour, he stopped the boat next to the island.

It seemed that Yuan Chonghuan's supervisor's stance was fully displayed. As soon as the fleet approached the shore, he didn't stay for a minute and asked several personal soldiers to carry him off the ship. Immediately, the supervisor's spacious central tent, the personal military camp tent, iron pot, rice and grain, and a large amount of things were carried off from the ship one after another, with a full set of supplies and supplies. This posture was like staying on this broken island, and he didn't want to leave.

Seeing the small hills above the sea level of the North Island, a group of Ziliao Town's personal soldiers were pounding and clattering to build the camp, the accompanying deputy general Shen Shikui was a little anxious.

The telescope fell down in anger, got off his warship, and sat in a boat with great momentum. Then he climbed onto Mao Wenlong's flagship. In the cabin on the rear deck, Mao Wenlong was using dinner when he was suddenly rushed in by this bearded and muscled old man who was about 1.8 meters tall.

"Ship Mao, what does this General Yuan mean? The monsoon is about to rise these days, and I don't know how dangerous it is on the sea! The Jiannu on the other side is still eyeing Yizhou, and he is going to set up a camp on the two islands with such a big swagger? Our thousands of troops are waiting for him?"

Listening to Shen Shikui knocking on the table and shouting, the cup was shaken down, and Mao Wenlong's old face was full of depression. However, after a long time in the officialdom, he had been grinding his edges and corners, and his mouth was crooked. Mao Wenlong waved downwards in a slight way.

"Shi Yuan is a literati, with a weak body and a lot of literati. What can you do if you let me do it? You can't leave the lieutenant, let's retreat, right?"

Mao Wenlong spread his hands unluckyly, but Shen Shikui was immediately anxious. His thick eyebrows and cow eyes were wide open, and he pressed his hands on the table anxiously.

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

After several busy months of farming, wheat and sorghum rose with peace of mind, but this means that both the Ming army and the Jiannu could free up their hands. In order to force Dongjiang Town, the slash behind the Houjin, Huang Taiji would launch an offensive in Yizhou every year. Although it was not a big war, these small attacks were even more troublesome. The military camp was burned, and the grains they had worked hard to cultivate were stolen and destroyed. The 100,000 Dongjiang soldiers and civilians at Lushunkou, Dalu Island, Yunlu Island, Pi Island, would go hungry.

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

This question is indeed a real obstacle, and Mao Wenlong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"In this way, I will go and talk to General Yuan. If I leave immediately, or delay it for a day or two, it will be fine. If Yuan Manzi wants to recuperate for a long time, then Old Shen, you will go back first. I will continue to send Yuan Manzi back to Ningyuan. What do you think?"

"this……"

After hesitating for a moment, Shen Shikui could only nod helplessly in the end.

"I will obey the order!"

This time, the one who sent Shen Shikui away, Mao Wenlong had no intention of continuing to eat. He put on a cotton armor and simply walked out of the cabin. The bells whirled in the night were whispering. Even in June, the Ming army, who was holding the night, was still trembling with coldness. He couldn't help but stomped his feet and retracted his hands into his sleeves. The warships in the distance rose and fell gently with the waves, and the lights on the ship were dotted like stars.

At this time, the small hillside of Shuangdao was also shining. Yuan Chonghuan had only more than 600 soldiers and generals and servants all landed. The camps were neatly built, and even cut wood to make windshield walls. The appearance of this large-scale construction was not just a night to rest and return to seasickness. Mao Wenlong didn't know how sick Yuan Chonghuan was, but the scene in front of him definitely made him worry.

"Ship Mao!"

While watching, a deep and deep worship sounded behind his back. Mao Wenlong couldn't help but turn his head. Looking back, a general with a big waist and a round waist and a rough beard bowed respectfully.

"Ship Mao, please summon the last general."

"Oh, it's very gratifying!"

There were too many adopted sons and grandsons who had received. Mao Jue's Iron Triangle where Mao Jue was located, and Mao Kexi, the ginseng general, did not make Mao Wenlong feel any kind, but nodded tiredly.

"You go and bring a team of men to Beidao, don't let Commander Yuan be frightened."

There were a little wave in his pupils, and Mao Kexi's hand trembled slightly, but then he clasped his fists and lowered his head.

"I will obey the order!"

"Go!"

In the night, shouts sounded, and more than ten large and small warships stood out from the Dongjiang Navy, gathering like chains at the foot of the Beidao Mountain in Shuangdao. There were also soldiers wearing torches boarding the shore in small boats and building simple shacks on the spot. The noise made the Ming army behind wake up from their sleep and curse in anger.

However, Mao Wenlong couldn't see this scene. With annoyance, he returned to his cabin again.

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The next morning, after waiting for more than two hours, Yuan Chonghuan on the two islands was not as quiet as the camp built yesterday. It was as quiet as a ghost. When it was over 10 o'clock in the morning, he sent someone to ask for it twice without a response. He couldn't bear it and took Mao Wenlong to the Beidao with more than 40th generals in Dongjiang.

Yuan Chonghuan's camp was really messy. Among the two tents, there were about a dozen Liaodong soldiers who were making money noisy and didn't see anyone standing guard. Standing at the gate of the camp, Mao Wenlong shouted for a long time before a guy reluctantly threw the dice and ran into the tent to report. After about a few minutes, the Liaodong officer named Wu walked out with a rebellious face and arrogant look on his face.

"The Supervisor said that, let Mao Shuai and all the generals go to the tent to see him. By the way, the Supervisor is so seasick. You guys are all thick and shy. Don't be too frustrated. I have disturbed the Supervisor. You can't afford to be guilty!"

Mao Wenlong almost sprayed. In front of him, the Wu surnamed scolded him as if no one else. Not only did his forehead bulge, but even Shen Shikui and Chen Jisheng and others twitched their muscles on their faces for a few times. They forced themselves to stop the attack and followed Mao Wenlong toward the tent.

I guess after they bid farewell to Yuan Chonghuan this time, they would never want to see this bastard again.

Following his commander, the personal soldiers also wanted to come in. Who knew that during this kung fu, the man surnamed Wu was very disrespectful to stop him with a knife.

"The supervisor likes tranquility, just stand outside and wait!"

"Ship Mao!"

The personal soldiers and the chief general share the same woe. Sometimes the orders of the court are more than the commander general who says a word, and he will not let himself in? Mao Wenlong's personal soldiers, a hundred households, could not help but shout from behind.

However, after looking at Yuan Chonghuan's tent that was only a dozen steps away, Mao Wenlong waved his hand back indifferently.

"You guys are waiting here first!"

A hundred personal soldiers gathered impatiently at the entrance of Yuan camp. General Wu, who was looking up at the sky, followed Mao Wenlong, angrily followed the tent door. After the guy went in and informed him, he immediately rushed in with someone to politely and hugged his fists inside.

"Mao has seen the supervisor, but I don't know if the supervisor has been sick..."

Speaking of this, Mao Wenlong's face couldn't help but pull it ugly. At this time, Yuan Chonghuan was sitting in the tent with an energetic and playing chess with the civil servant Wang Chunhua of Jianjun Road. Not to mention seasickness, his dark old face seemed to be able to see a faint red light, which was outrageously healthy.

"Sir Yuan, are you?"

Mao Wenlong was imaginary when he was playing tricks on this guy. However, Yuan Chonghuan's next words made the hair on his back stand up.

Slowly falling down a chess piece, Yuan Chonghuan turned his head coldly, with a strong murderous intent in his eyes, and he shouted in a low voice.
Chapter completed!