"What the hell is this? Even Emperor Zhenwu and General Spirit Snake have been pulled out. These people are still too idle. Shuwen (Yan Xiaosong's words), please remember it and remind me next time to give these boring guys Send more things to do!" On the command platform of the stern of the sea cabin of the Chiyang fleet's flagship "Flying Tianjin Man", Kang Lin, who had just finished a short meeting, was leaning over the railing and looking into the distance, accompanied by Yan Si, the painting officer. , and at their feet, a group of farmers from all over the world were fishing in the sea with long bamboo poles. At a glance, the harvest of these guys was not bad. The sea fish with sharp mouths and fangs were still as greedy and easy to catch as before, but Just throw the rod and you can pull up a big fat fish. After a while, the basket made of bamboo strips is full. Of course, the Chiyang fleet, which has four sailboats, has now replaced its cannons with cannons. The fishing rods are no longer tied to pieces of meat with strings, and they have a large amount of scrap iron (scrapped matchlock guns, fire door guns, and iron cannons). The Chiyang fleet, which had a large amount of scrap iron), replaced all the hooks used by temporary fishermen with iron ones (Note 2). With the help of these iron fishing hooks, sea fishing that was originally extremely easy became even more difficult in an instant. Easy.
But Kanglin was not concerned about the harvest of the casual fishermen. He was concerned about the reaction of his subordinates. Previously, he had sent infantry commander Fan Huzi and sentry officer Zheng Nansheng to rectify military discipline, but now the fishermen's fishing place on the bow is still noisy. The chaos made him very uncomfortable, especially because there were still people inside who were promoting feudal superstitions, which made him even more unhappy as a good young man who grew up under the red flag. Therefore, he opened his mouth and ordered the deputy Zan Hua who was standing aside. Yan Xiaosong, who was in charge of fleet logistics and writing, wrote down the incident and reminded himself to increase the workload of new immigrants under his command in the future, so that these farmers in the province who still have mud on their feet are still energetic enough to deal with these problems. Nothing.
"Hurry up and work, don't whisper here, didn't I just say it, let you be quiet, don't keep talking there, do you have no ears, or is it that the words of this commander are not effective?!" As if feeling When his leader was dissatisfied, the infantry sentry commander Zheng Nansheng had a long and thin face, holding a long whip made of thin bamboo, and roared onto the deck of the flagship. The next moment, between his curses and the instruction of the bamboo whip, Next, the temporary fishermen who were chatting happily and happily suddenly became wilted. Commander Zheng, who assisted Fan Huzhu in managing and training them, was not easy to talk to. The bamboo whips that fell like raindrops during the drill taught these honest bastards a lesson. Farmers and peasant women, what do they mean by obeying discipline? To put it bluntly, for them, the most terrifying thing now is not Kang Ling, the leader of the fleet, nor Fan Huzi, who is in charge of all matters of the infantry. It was not Yan Si, who admired the painting of military aircraft and assisted in the fleet's general affairs, but Zheng Nansheng, a young officer with a long and thin face who came from the Ming Army's frontier army in another world. This guy has all the usual bad habits of the feudal army, including greed for money, lust, alcoholism, gambling, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, but he is capable, skillful, ruthless and powerful enough to suppress people and control the situation, and at the same time, he also Have a never-ending ambition. Therefore, Kang Lin, who fully understood his advantages, appointed him as a sentry commander in charge of twenty or thirty people. And this guy lived up to Kang Lin's expectations of him. As soon as he took office, he relied on his outstanding record and flexible tactics. His mind suppressed a group of old farmers who only knew how to dig in the soil and knew nothing else. In addition, he was ruthless and ruthless, and showed no mercy when training his men. A long bamboo whip awarded by Kang Lin beat a group of new people. Guadanzi cried like a ghost and howled like a wolf, so he got the nickname "Zheng Hell King" in the recruit training team. But now when he heard "Zheng Hell King" got angry, the mud-legged people sitting on the bow of the boat immediately closed their eyes. My own mouth, these guys who seem honest and honest but are actually full of shrewd calculations still do this. Sometimes they will even obey Kang Lin's words, but when they meet the evil star Zheng Nansheng, they are as good as little chickens. Generally, "Straight bitches, do you think this is a picnic? This is a war..."
Seeing that the originally chaotic situation quickly calmed down after Zheng Nansheng intervened, Kang Lin nodded with satisfaction and Yan Si, and then they walked off the command podium together and came to the deck full of people. They wanted to see what was going on. Something that can make so many new immigrants talk about it.
With its spindle-shaped body and sickle-shaped dorsal fin, it jumped out of the sea from time to time and flexibly caught the small fish thrown by the fishermen... Conlin could see at a glance what the casual fishermen were arguing about. It was a fish that was four meters long. What a long dolphin, with a short beak and a round head. It's really easy to recognize. It's ridiculous that the new immigrants still think of this thing as a patrolling yaksha. Does the patrolling yaksha look like this? Have you never watched the TV shows Journey to the West and Fengshenbang? ? Well, these Ming Dynasty and Qing Dynasty bosses have never watched it, and they probably don’t know what TV is, but they just arbitrarily believe that the guy with the sharp beak and the round head is the patrolling Yaksha of the Dragon King. This makes Kang Lin couldn't help but feel angry and funny, but he didn't know how to explain what a dolphin was to these medieval guys, so he could only scold him with a stern look on his face, pretending to be dignified, "You guys are really leisurely, and you actually have time to study here. One fish, it seems that Kang gave you too little work..."
"If you don't kowtow to the leader quickly, then go back and do your thing. If you continue to chat, I will send you to clean the decks of the entire fleet. If you don't wipe them clean, I will punish you by depriving you of food for three days!" Looking at the leader of the fleet, He left the deck with the painting officer and returned to the command platform. The sentry officer Zheng Nansheng finally straightened up his waist. Then, under his roar and intimidation, a group of temporary fishermen quickly put away their fishing rods and respectfully saluted the long-departed leader Kang Lin. Then he carried a bamboo basket full of fresh sea fish and silently got off the cabin.
At the same time, in the depths of Shaihuo Island, an outpost reconnaissance team composed of more than ten strong men was trekking through the dense forest. They waved their waist knives to cut off the waist-deep weeds, and then pushed aside the entangled weeds. With vines, he struggled to carry a large pole weighing more than ten kilograms (carrying a gun. After being raided by the indigenous people on Gejia Island, Chiyang's top brass required that the team that went out for investigation must carry heavy weapons every time. In order to suppress the ferocious and large number of indigenous savages, the accuracy of primitive rocket launchers such as swarm of bees was too low, and the lethality was not enough. Therefore, at the request of Kang Lin and Yan Si, the outgoing team was changed to Carry a large pole with almost the same weight. Because within a distance of tens of meters, the pole can not only be loaded with large lead pellets that can penetrate thick wooden boards, but also small lead pellets and iron sand, which can be fired like a shotgun to suppress movement. Agile savage natives) marched deeper into the jungle. They had been walking for a quarter of an hour, but they had yet to see the beach on the other side of the island. This may be related to the lushness of the woods. The large trees that had not been cut down for thousands of years not only hindered the advance of the advance team. , also obstructed the line of sight of the previous team. In addition, the terrain on the island tends to be flat, and there is no commanding height for the advance team to climb up and observe. Therefore, these Chiyang infantry who were struggling to move forward did not notice that they were not far away. In front of them, a golden sandy beach quietly appeared at the end of the dense forest.
"Speed up the pace, we have to return to the fleet anchorage before dinner..." Wiping the sweat on his forehead, Tang Bo (the fusilier recruited by Con Lin) who was in charge of leading the advance team was the one who had played with Brown Bass before The one with the flintlock gun) drank up the light salt water in the bamboo kettle in one gulp. Looking at the endless green in front of him, he began to urge his new subordinates to speed up the march.
To be honest, he is actually not very satisfied with his current group of subordinates. Back then, he was the most elite soldier under the command of the deputy commander of the Hunan Army Zeng Guoquan. He was also the first soldier in the entire Hunan Army to use foreign guns (referring to the Brown Bess front-loading rifle). His colleagues and subordinates were all Hunan Army soldiers. The warriors among them are all strong and ferocious. Even if they encounter enemies two or three times their size, they dare to rush forward and fight fiercely with them until they are all killed or defeated! But now what kind of stuff is given to him by the new master. Although each one looks strong and strong, the cowardice and panic in his eyes cannot be concealed, not to mention the Hunan Army, which is formed by teachers, students, and family. In comparison, even the long-haired bandits that Uncle Tang looked down on were much stronger than these guys. At least, the long-haired bandits still looked like an army, but these mud-legged guys couldn't even do the simplest walking and marching. It was only a few miles from the landing place to this place, and these farmers, who were carrying only seven or eight kilograms of weight, had to rest twice. What made Uncle Tang even more displeased was that although these people were timid, they had quite a bad temper. They took turns carrying a large pole that was more like a small-caliber artillery. Before they had gone very far, they started talking strange words. If this had been done in the past, when Tang Bo was the commander of the Hunan Army, he would have drawn his saber long ago. He killed people, but now, in this strange place, as a shaved Han Chinese (Chiyang), there are also classes in this small fleet. The Ming Dynasty immigrants are the first class, the shaved Han people are the second class, and the naturalized Mongolians are the second class. People are the third class, while naturalized Jurchens can only accompany the last one), but they cannot follow their own tempers, and can only choose to endure silently, "Whoever drags down the team will be punished for three days." Have a meal!"
Note: Brown Bess muzzle-loading flintlock rifle, this rifle is a style improved from the British doglock musket, called the 1730 style. It is the UK's first military-standard rifle mass-produced and distributed to troops. It is 116.8 centimeters long and weighs about 4 kilograms. It has an optimal range of 45 meters to 90 meters and a maximum range of 135 meters to 180 meters.
Note 2: The hooks were replaced with iron ones. Among the immigrants Kang Lin recruited, there were one or two wild blacksmiths who knew a little bit of ironwork and could make crudely repaired iron tools, including iron hooks.
