A scout came back from the front and came to the back of Xi Ya's horse - yes, he was the only officer with a horse, and he rode Nick's beloved "Alan Chi", this racing horse was so extraordinary that all the natives along the way paid attention to him, and there were very few horses in Hainan, let alone such a tall and handsome horse.

After entering the mountain march, he rarely rode a horse, this place is high and densely forested, if someone is ambushed, the first person will beat him, the only person on a horse, although Xi Ya is afraid of walking, he still understands that his life is important.

After more than two hours of panting and trekking up the mountain road, he had already begun to regret that he had promised Wu Nanhai to send troops to him as a free laborer for a month in order to borrow this horse.

"Battalion Commander Xi, there is the bayonet of Baitu Village in front."

"Are you sure?" Xi Yaya asked while wiping his sweat.

"Sure, someone has been sent to call them to open the door."

"Then shout slowly," Xi Yaya waved his arm, "Platoon, rest in place!" I'll take a break. ”

Xiong Zhan Divination has been shouting with an electric horn for half an hour, and the wooden fort on the side of the intersection is still silent, the road is cut off with a thick log fence, and the gate is closed tightly. Not even a single figure could be seen on the fortress. But in the sunlight, you can see the flashes of knives and guns.

"Okay, something powerful." Xi Yaya took the telescope and looked at it for a long time: this kind of wooden fort can be taken down in 10 minutes after launching an attack.

"Lao Xi, Beiwei called, they have infiltrated the 41.3 high ground at an altitude of 100 meters behind the side of the wooden fort, do you want to attack the enemy?"

"Let him monitor it, we are fighting the battle, and this group of rookies will not have to practice."

"Understood."

"Platoons, get ready for battle, get on the bayonets!"

With the shouts of the officers, the soldiers sitting on the side of the road quickly put away the kettles, stood up, and lined up at the urging of the squad leader.

The officers, with the help of the guards, opened their backpacks, took out stab-proof vests and put them on—something that would have to be worn to death if they were to be worn on the march. The rattan helmet was also replaced with a steel helmet.

"Okay, let's give them a few shots first." Ying Yue said helplessly.

The first shot smashed the wooden gate, sending fragments flying. Then the second cannon hit the wooden fort, one shot knocked off the wooden wall, and the other shot simply made a hole in the wall.

The effect of the 12-pound iron ball dragging the smoke trail out was terrifying, and the soldiers of the training battalion cheered when they saw the power of their cannons.

Almost at the same time, white smoke also rose from the wall, and the sound of cannons came out, and the cheering soldiers were all half shorter at once, and some simply fell to the ground, covering their heads, and some were ready to turn around and flee. The formation is a bit messy.

"Oh my God!" Although Xiong Buyou is not an officer officer, he is also fully clothed, carrying his beloved flute, and is ready to take the lead in playing the "March of the Grenadiers" for a column attack. Unexpectedly, as soon as the enemy's artillery sounded, the training battalion, which had worked hard for a month, was actually in chaos.

"Stand up, stand up, don't mess around." The officers drew their sabers and kept order.

"Recruits are afraid of artillery", this TMD is really a truth. Xi Yaya cursed at the group of soldiers who looked at him. When I got back, I had to get a cannon and bang it on their heads over and over again. He secretly planned.

You Tiger Saber pointed upward: "Which bastard dares to look back, I will cut him with one sword!" It's all for me to stand firm. You bastards! He slammed the back of his knife at a soldier who made a turn.

The shells fired at the wall flew out less than 100 meters and fell to the ground. Ying Yue knew that there was nothing to be afraid of, and he was using scrap copper, rotten iron and stone as cannonballs.

"Keep shooting!"

Xi Ya did not immediately order the soldiers to charge. Solid iron bullets smashed past one after another, and the logs fell apart like building blocks that had been pushed under the heavy hammer of artillery fire. The whole fortress became a pile of logs, which smoked and burned.

Soon some people rushed out of the gate, brandishing swords and guns in an attempt to engage in hand-to-hand combat, but the stabilized infantry platoon guns failed to make them effective. After the first row of gunshots rang out, more than a dozen people had fallen to the ground, and the rest let out terrible screams and fled back with blood stains.

Xi Ya ordered the trumpet to attack. This time there was no mischief, and each platoon accurately alternated cover and leaped forward in accordance with the requirements of the training syllabus, and soon broke through to the bayonet. The ground was littered with dying people smashed by shells and wood, and the soldiers, without mercy, began to stab them with bayonets, screaming one after another. Xi Yaya shook his head: These soldiers don't have a good will to fight, but they are not merciless in killing. Is it good or bad?

The captured captives were tied together with ropes in a string of ten, Xiong Buyou hurriedly interrogated, almost all of them were Fujianese, in order to escape the government's continuous levy before fleeing to Hainan, Baitu Village took them in, and each of them was given some money and rice every month to live, that is, as a short-term worker and as a villager.

As for the cannons and fire, they were bought from the red-haired people who used to come here to repair ships. I also bought some red-haired muskets, but because I didn't know how to use them, it was useless to hurt people all the time.

"What the fuck is this?" After Xiong Buyou finished asking, he said indignantly, "Daming is about to finish, and even a big fart village is recruiting troops by itself." ”

"Daming is coming to an end, but Houjin is not a good thing." Xi Yaya lamented that although the cycle of one rule and one chaos seems to be the inevitable cycle of Chinese civilization, the cycle of the Ming and Qing dynasties was a rare historical regression -- when the countries of the old Shijie were about to cross the threshold of modern civilization, China actually became a cruel and backward slave-owning country, the people became poor and ignorant, science was destroyed, and culture was castrated...... All that remains is a "prosperous era" that Magalny has described as "China is barbarizing".

Xi Yaya is not a fan, but no matter how bad Da Ming is, he doesn't have an ugly tail on his head. At this point, he can't let this time and space repeat the tragedy of history. There are not many days left in the first month of the second year of Chongzhen, and Huang Taiji is about to start the Central Plains wandering and robbery activities, and the current army is still so naïve...... A strong sense of crisis came to him.

"Xiao Wei, you leave and take a company to run forward, arrive at Baitu as soon as possible, and don't enter the village for the time being." Xi Yaya called Wei Aiwen to assign a task, "Block all land exits in the village, don't let them escape!" ”

"Understood!"

"The blockade at sea, with the Fubo, should have arrived. Once you've set it up, fire a red rocket to let them know. ”

The remaining soldiers cleared the battlefield, the bodies were thrown into the ravines, and the logs were removed from the roads. Xi Yaya saw that the mountains here were relatively steep, and ordered a platoon to be left here to guard the rear road. Other troops continued to advance towards the village.

At 3 p.m. that day, the village of Baitu surrendered. The village is fortified. The walls of the walled with wooden fences and rammed earth, the turrets built with thick tree trunks, and the four corners of the rare village are actually convex forts, which do not look like earthen villages in rural China, but like a simple castle in the European style. Some of them tried to escape from the sea, but the platoon guns on the Fubo forced them back. With no hope of breaking through, the 12-pounder mountain grenade simply straddled a turret, and the village surrendered. This made Ying Yue breathe a sigh of relief - there were not many shells left.

After detaining the village elders who came out to show their sincerity in surrendering. Xi Ya ordered the troops to enter the village to receive them. I went in and turned around to find that this place can be regarded as a small paradise, although the houses are simple, but most of the villagers are healthy, neatly dressed, and they show normal fear when they arrive, unlike some poor and white villages, the common people are dead fish like eyes when they walk in.

The warehouses and various workshops in the village were sealed and sealed, and Xi Yaya personally went around the village, and the discipline of the soldiers was still strict - of course, this was the result of the pressure of the officers who crossed the line.

The fleet of the Navy sailed into the harbor and unloaded supplies and ammunition from the ships. They also brought in the members of the Planning Commission who counted and received the booty, as well as Wen Desi himself, who had come as a shipbuilding expert. The village's greatest wealth lies in its shipyard, and they have to assess whether it is worth continuing to use it as a shipyard, and if the relocation of the shipyard means abandoning a large amount of existing infrastructure, then it is more economical to set up a shipbuilding base in Baitu.

The shipyard is on a sandy beach outside the village near the bay, and several unfinished or repaired ships are resting on the racks.

After on-the-spot inspection, Baitu's shipbuilding facilities are very perfect, with special iron work, hemp work, tung oil work, paint work, and even a small lime kiln. But Baitu Harbor is too small. Although it is surrounded by mountains on three sides and the water depth is more than ten meters, only 8~10 100-ton ships can be berthed on the water surface of the entire port. The same is true of the village's shipbuilding capacity, with only one 400-gauge vessel on the rack unfinished, and the rest are small fishing boats used by coastal fishermen.

"It's a nice place." When Wen Deji saw such a perfect facility for the ancient shipbuilding industry, his eyes lit up, looking left and right, and he almost forgot the purpose of his visit.

"It's a pity that it's too small, it's okay to be a safe haven, but it's too small to be a shipyard."

"It's a bit of a chicken rib." Wen Desi has a feeling of reluctance to cut his love, not only is the port water surface small, but the open space is also limited. The scale that can be seen is almost the limit of it.

After deliberation, it was decided to move the entire village, first removing the women, children, and children, leaving some craftsmen to finish the boats on the rack. All the materials that can be transported here can be transported, especially the large amount of high-quality wood, which is a scarce material for the shipbuilding industry that has crossed the regime.

Xiong Buyou announced to the village elders that they must all move to Bopu, where the travelers will help them build a new shipyard, and will also provide housing and land for themselves.

Xi Yaya didn't leave much time for Xiong Buyou to advocate the superiority of the "new countryside", he sat on the horse, holding a long saber, and looked at these people murderously.

"Without further ado, you go back and tell the villagers, pack up, and get ready to set off in batches!" Behind Xi Ya stood a line of infantry with bayonets, making his words even more convincing.

There is not much nonsense, there is no need for anything like political mobilization, bayonets and artillery are the last word. The villagers were ordered to pack their belongings and prepare for the migration. It is estimated that the entire migration will last for a long time, and a platoon led by Li Jun will be stationed here for the time being until all the migration is completed.