On one side is the expansion of the port, and on the other side is the fleet entering the port. In the small harbor, there are many people and many ships gathered in a noisy manner. The scene at this time was even more chaotic than the previous two times when Ding Haijun moved south from Zhigu Village. After all, the military is 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, which was clearly seen by heroes everywhere. No matter how the Mongols advance or retreat in the future, from now on, no one will take the Kingdom of Jin seriously.
In Shandong alone, within a year or two, the power of local strongmen such as Yang An'er and Liu Erzu will become unstoppable. 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, and the entire Central Plains is settled.
Zhang Rong has a territory under his control, thousands of people, and he is a local emperor behind closed doors. At that time, it will also be a target worth attracting by all forces.
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 is no small matter to entrust thousands of subordinates. If you make a mistake, the consequences will be disastrous. He cannot just bow his head and bow based on his own will.
After all, Guo Ning is a complete outsider when he arrives in Shandong. It is necessary to explore in detail how this person handles things, how he treats others, his military and political talents, his attitude towards the court and all parties, and how the power of the Ding Navy compares to Yang An'er and others.
There are of course various ways to be wary of spies in the army. But Zhang Rong was a private salt dealer for many years, and had been fighting against the imperial court with his head tied to his belt for generations. He had his own way of dealing with situations like this.
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 like a local strong man.
At this time, there was a team of strong men working in pairs, carrying bamboo baskets filled with gravel to the front reef beach. Zhang Rong saw clearly that the two people at the end of the team, one old and one young, were holding a big basket with four hands, and their faces were red as they were struggling.
He stopped beside the two of them and pretended to answer someone in the crowd: "Okay, okay, come right away. I'll lend a hand 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 felt relaxed and quickly accelerated their pace to catch up with the front team.
The old man took 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!"
At the moment, 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've fought a few times, and I even killed a Mongolian!" Zhang Rong said with a smile on his face, and deliberately raised his eyes: "Little boy, have you seen the Mongolians? They are as ferocious 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 under General Xiao! So this time I will have a big piece Land! My family has become a military household!"
"You? Why do 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 up to join 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 out his chest and said, "He is a martyr! Judge Yi La said that this is called the Martyrs' Death Day! 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 also a good killing! Your brother is indeed a martyr!"
The three of them were walking and chatting. Most ordinary people would be particularly excited if they had to escape a catastrophe, not to mention the people of Laizhou who 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 promised that the navy would give his family a generous pension and promised to let him go to school and learn how to read. He also said that he had seized herds of cattle and sheep from the Mongols and that there would be people here to work 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 captured fourth prince of Mongolia. I heard that Guo Jiedu didn't treat him harshly and often allowed him to go out for fun. Some children threw stones to scare the prince, but were beaten by the soldiers guarding him.
In a moment, the three of them arrived at the reef beach. There were several craftsmen there, gesticulating, presumably using these gravels 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 pay the broken stone and bamboo baskets to the chief craftsman. Zhang Rongtui said that he wanted to rest for a while and let the young and old go on their own. When they turned back, 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 I suggested taking a break 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 pile of thorns.
Probably because he is older, there is something unspeakable about this.
After a while, the old man came back with his belt tied. The three of them continued to move forward and reached a slope where the camp and the entrance were connected, where they dug gravel.
There are rows of rocks on the top of this slope, extending from the reef beach. There are faint traces of blood that have not faded between the rocks. Several strong men and leaders led hundreds of people and were digging hard here with various tools. The old and the young just carried it and ignored Zhang Rong when they went to pick up the new bamboo basket.
Zhang Rong took a few steps to the top of the slope and saw the place that the navy officers on the ship had repeatedly mentioned, 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 in the sky were attracted by the smell, croaking and hovering. Underground, there are wild dogs running around, trying to snatch shallowly buried corpses out of some shallow pits and feast on them.
A patrolling 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 paid attention to burial. The current situation is too cruel. So the navy commander has so many manpower, but he is unwilling to take care of the dead? This is a bit...sigh...
He clenched his fists, turned around and left.
Because he did not want to go through the crowded quarrying area, Zhang Rong chose the 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 held books and copies 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 new or old. As he walked, he pointed with his fingers and said something.
Probably because he mentioned something wrong, the people behind him all burst into laughter. Someone seemed to have said something and laughed at the young man, so the young man patted 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 respectful expressions on their faces. 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 an outstanding reputation for bravery.
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 expression 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 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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