Cross the river!

Of course, it is impossible to swim across the Yalu River, which is so wide. With an order, thousands of sappers immediately rushed to build the pontoon bridge. The history of pontoon bridges is recorded in China. "The Book of Poetry, Daya, Daming" records: "Greet in Wei, build a boat for the beam", and record that King Jichang of Zhou Wen built a pontoon bridge on the Wei River in 1184 BC.

For thousands of years, not to mention the temporary construction of pontoon bridges, there are pontoon bridges used for many years in many places, so for the construction of pontoon bridges, the Chinese people are simply familiar with the road, but it only took half a day's effort, a pontoon bridge assembled by dozens of small boats carrying wooden planks appeared on the Yalu River, the pontoon bridge with a width of Zhang Xu spans both banks, although according to the order to cross the river the next day, but on the same day, there was a town of cavalry to the opposite bank, on the opposite bank to build a deep guard, for the army to cross the river as a cover.

At the same time, the whole army of Pingyu was making final preparations for crossing the river, although everyone knew that North Korea was the North Korea of the Ming Dynasty, but for them, North Korea was still a foreign land.

Tomorrow is the departure of the expedition. Sitting on the edge of the tent, Song Laoding smoked a cigarette pouch without a mouthful, although he was a member of the Pingyu Army, but he was different from others, he was a homeless!

Exile, for him who abandoned his family and business and left his hometown in Henan, he never thought that one day he would become an official soldier, he even thought that he might become a bandit, looking at his starving daughter-in-law, when eating human flesh, he thought more than once - as long as he took the lead in rebellion, he would definitely follow the rebellion.

Anyway, Hengjian is dead.

Die! At least then, not to starve to death.

But along the way, there was no courage to lead them to rebel, and those who were bold and strong could not rob them, and God had already blessed them. Hanging on to his life like that, when he was about to starve to death, he took his son into the territory of Shandong, and finally ate a few full meals in the resettlement center. Then, he went to the construction site and worked the construction site.

When he was building the road, he had no wages, but he had enough food to feed him and his son. Over the past few months, my son has even gained some weight.

At that time, he, like everyone else, was there every day thinking about another thing - going to Taiwan.

Taiwan is different from Henan, where there is plenty of rain all year round, just like the south of the Yangtze River, there are dozens of acres of paddy fields, dozens of acres of rice are planted, and one or two hundred stones of grain are cropped......

It was a comfortable day.

But now?

All of a sudden, he became a soldier.

Became a soldier!

Even now, he still felt a little in a trance, after all, it was not in his plan at all.

"Brother, three times a year!"

Suddenly, a voice came from the side, it was Blacksmith Sun. What his name is, he himself doesn't know, when he was a child, he was called "Little Blacksmith", and when he grew up, his father was old, and he became "Sun Blacksmith".

"Huh?"

"I've heard people say, Estuary City, three crops a year!"

"What?"

"Estuary Castle!"

Blacksmith Sun said with his eyes narrowed.

"A thousand miles south from Taiwan, that is, a few days of waterway, and then we arrived at Hekou City, our prince had a new city on that day, which is better than Taiwan, estuary, estuary, do you know what estuary?"

Lighting the cigarette pouch with Song Laoding's cigarette pouch, Blacksmith Sun said happily.

"The estuary, the mouth of the big river, there are rivers everywhere, and there is still a drought in such a place? It can be harvested three times a year, and one acre of land can harvest seven or eight stones of grain......"

All kinds of rumors related to Hekou City were told by Sun Blacksmith, who was also a homeless, and these were all heard in his resettlement camp and on the construction site.

It is precisely these rumors that make the homeless people on the construction site full of all kinds of imagination about the "overseas land of fish and rice", even if they are used to planting dry fields, but it does not prevent them from imagining the wealth of overseas and imagining the days when the rice is full and enough.

That's a great place!

But it's not a good place for anyone to go if they want to, you have to wait in line, and you have to wait a few days to get a boat to go there.

Why didn't they wait any longer? No, it's because you don't know when you're going to wait?

"You said that in the future, if we get there and plant fifty acres of land, how comfortable it will be!"

Looking at Blacksmith Sun's appearance, Wu Yang, the chief on the side, snorted.

"Blacksmith, you just daydream!"

"Daydreaming? It's just a daydream, someone has been there......"

While Blacksmith Sun was arguing, Wu Yang slapped the body of the gun with his hand, and then snorted softly.

"Look, what's in your hand? Even if you want to live like that, you have to finish the war first, and then you can talk about it, and when the time comes, it will be one or two hundred acres of military land, isn't it better than the ones you said? ”

"No, the military field is exempt, and the military households are exempt, such a good thing is only available to our Pingyu army!"

"When you were training, didn't you see it, those military households who gave land were living a comfortable life."

"What's comfortable, there's too much land, and I can't plant it at all."

Someone on the side immediately said.

"Can't get enough of it? If you can't finish planting, you can plant grass, plant grass and raise horses, a horse can be sold for more than a dozen taels of silver, and if you raise five or six mares at home, you can earn at least one hundred and ten taels of silver a year. ”

In everyone's words and words, they are full of longing for Juntian.

Juntian!

For the officers and men of the Pingyu Army, "awarding fields for military merits" is the reason for many people to continue fighting, and they believe that as long as they win the battle, they can follow the general's promise - according to military merits, after all, before that, many people have already awarded fields.

Of course, all this will have to wait until after the end of the war.

After all, according to the ranks of "righteous and brave", "non-commissioned soldier", "sergeant", and "sergeant", the lowest sergeant can only be awarded 100 mu, while the sergeant can be awarded 200 mu of land, and the length of service and military merit are the only criteria for their promotion.

For scholars, they dream of "Jinluan Hall Roll Call", but for soldiers, they are eager for "military merit promotion".

"One hundred and sixty acres!"

Wu Yang said in a rather smug tone.

"I'm a soldier,"

Touching the lacquer soldier logo on the breastplate, he said proudly.

"As long as you make a few more meritorious contributions, you can be promoted to sergeant, two hundred acres of land......"

Holding the gun and sitting on the ground, Wu Yang couldn't help but look forward to his future.

"Two hundred acres of land, not to pay grain, when the time comes, one hundred acres of land to grow grain, one hundred acres of land to grow grass, and then raise a few mares, sell stallions every year, keep mares, and when there are more than a dozen mares at home, you have to sell horses for one or two hundred taels of silver a year."

For all veterans, they have their own expectations, and that expectation is real, because they see that others have enjoyed it, and their future will only be better!

"Actually, it's okay not to raise horses, it's the same to raise cattle, the same to make money......"

"Hey, I said, don't talk about what to raise, as long as we fight and make military achievements, and then we have land, and if we have land, we are still worried about not having silver?"

As he spoke, Wu Yang patted Song Laoding on the shoulder.

"Let me tell you, I ate military rations at the age of seventeen, and followed five or six general soldiers before and after, that is, our prince treated us as human beings, not to mention anything else, it was for our military salary that had not been deducted a penny in the Pingyu Army. This life will be sold to the prince, besides, the prince treats us with such kindness! There must be nothing wrong with following the prince. ”

Looking at Shi Chang, Song Lao Ding's eyes were wide open, of course he knew what Shi Chang said, and he also knew that this was indeed a good thing for them.

But can such a good thing be their turn? Song Laoding's heart has no bottom.

The country is the world!

Little people have the dream of a family and a country, in fact, for them, all they think about is to eat enough and live a good life......

"It's late at night......"

Wu Yang laughed.

"We will cross the river tomorrow, as long as we fight a few more battles, we will be promoted to sergeant, and when the time comes, we will be able to divide more fields......"

When he said this, he looked longingly into the distance, and his heart was very simple, it was nothing more than that he was working hard now, and he would be able to live a good life for generations to come......