Zhu Shun, who received some inexplicable apprentices, learned that the seventh disciple was called Xu Jixin, and he knew in his heart that he was the eldest grandson of Xu Zaifu's family.

Xu Guangqi once mentioned last year that he wanted to let the chief of the long house worship him as a teacher, but after saying that, there was no follow-up, and it is said that he went to Liaodong for a study tour.

I didn't expect the encounter between the master and apprentice, so confused, before I understood what was going on, I accepted the seventh disciple, until I knew what his name was, and then I understood the reason for this.

Zhu Shun helped the seven disciples up, took out a rifled pistol engraved with delicate patterns, and gave the seven disciples one according to the custom: "Accumulate salary, Dalinghe is too dangerous here, after all, Jiannu may kill again at any time." ”

Zhu Shun paused and looked at the tower man next to him: "Yuanchi, you send the accumulated salary back to Beijing." ”

The tower man's face showed embarrassment, and he must listen to Engong's orders, but he didn't want to leave Engong's side, so he opened his mouth to speak.

Before he could speak, Xu Jixin patted the gilded eight-sided Han sword on his waist, and said with a bright smile: "There is no need for the teacher, the disciple has a three-foot Qingfeng sword under his shoulder, it is enough." ”

After saying this, Xu Jixin saluted solemnly and strode away.

Zhu Shun stood up and personally sent the disciples to the gate of Yuan, looking at the seven disciples who were galloping on horses, and he was in a good mood.

This is a young man full of youthful spirit.

Turning around, he instructed the blind man Hu and asked him to arrange for a small team of special combat personnel to follow him immediately.

Another world-class genius who received a blowout made Zhu Shun more and more satisfied with this trip to the construction of Dalinghe Fort.

Turning around and walking back to the big tent, he continued to think about the construction of the industrial city, waiting for the completion of the Dalinghe Prefecture City.

Twenty days later.

The Dalinghezhou City, which was poured as a whole with wrought iron reinforced concrete, was completed, and after more than ten days of solidification, it reached the standard strength of about 80%.

Li Zhouqiao led the workers to begin to disassemble the planks, and when the planks were disassembled, the deadline of one month was just reached.

A majestic concrete state city stands on the flat wilderness of eastern Liaodong.

Not far away.

Yuan Chonghuan led a group of generals to look at the majestic fortified city that was three feet high and 16 miles in circumference.

No one could believe that a state city was really built in a month.

I don't dare to make it up like this!

Zu Dashou couldn't help but say: "It won't be a mud wall." ”

In normal times, Zu Dashou dared to slander his sister-in-law like this, Cao Wenzhao had already punched him, but today he didn't, and he didn't speak.

Because Cao Wenzhao himself couldn't believe that he could build a fortified city within a month, or a fortified city at the state city level.

All the generals and guerrillas present were very suspicious of the city wall, and Yuan Chonghuan was no exception: "Come on, push a Franc machine gun." ”

It didn't take long for a team of Liaodong border troops to lead a mule and a horse to come with a thousand-pound Franc cannon, with a range of up to 4 miles.

It is a Franc cannon designed for siege purposes, which can easily smash the female wall at the head of the city, or blast a web-like crack in the wall.

Under Yuan Chonghuan's order, there was a loud bang, and a solid cannonball hit the city wall.

The guerrillas avoided the smoke of gunpowder everywhere, and took out bronze clairvoyant mirrors to look at the city wall, which was enough to shatter the female wall of the city, but only blasted a shallow pit on the city wall, and there was not even a crack.

It is even stronger than the brick-clad city wall that took several years of hard work to build.

Zu Dashou was completely speechless this time, blinked his eyes hard, and picked up the bronze clairvoyant mirror again to look at the city wall.

After going back and forth several times, it was finally confirmed that there was indeed only a shallow pit in the city wall, and it was not a dream.

All the guerrillas were doing the same thing as him, and only then did they become convinced that they were not dreaming.

Yuan Chonghuan, who had fulfilled his long-cherished wish, should be overjoyed, but he turned around and left here with a ruthless face.

made Cao Wen, Zhaozu, Dashou and others a little confused, is Inspector Yuan happy, or unhappy?

The generals and guerrillas who saw this magnificent feat that was enough to go down in history no longer had the heart to think about Inspector Yuan's thoughts, and hurriedly rushed into this concrete state city with his brothers.

After a stick of incense, a large number of Liaodong border troops appeared at the head of the city, which was just a piece of cement flatland, running around with cheers, and stomping on their feet in surprise from time to time.

Time was pressing, and the women's wall was not built, which needed to be built by the Liaodong Frontier Army themselves later.

Zhu Shun also didn't guess Yuan Chonghuan's thoughts, and he didn't want to guess, as long as the title was in hand.

instructed Li Zhouqiao to arrange for the workers to pack up their tools, board the ship in batches, and set off to return to Beijing, and Zhu Shun himself went back to pack his bags.

It was just getting dark.

The curtain of Zhu Shun's tent was lifted, and he saw a person he couldn't imagine.

Yuan Chonghuan, the governor of Liaodong, was still holding an urn of wine in his arms.

Yuan Chonghuan spends all his time every day thinking about how to govern the army and fight, how to defeat the Jiannu Eight Banners, and he has never drunk a drop of alcohol, let alone taking the initiative to find others to drink.

Today is really the sun setting in the east, not only do I want to drink, but I also take the initiative to find others to drink.

Zhu Shun instructed: "Yuan Chi, let the overseer come in." ”

Yuan Chonghuan walked up to Zhu Shun, didn't speak, took out two wine bowls and put them on the rough wooden table.

Removed the mud seal, poured a bowl for Zhu Shun first, and then poured a bowl for himself.

Yuan Chonghuan picked up the wine bowl and said only one word: "Dry." ”

Zhu Shun didn't speak, picked up the wine bowl, and drank the bowl of wine happily.

There was no wine in the wine bowl, so Yuan Chonghuan continued to pour two bowls and continued to say only one word.

That's it.

One pours wine, two drinks.

The three-pound wine urn was drunk cleanly.

Before the two got drunk, Zhu Shun had a calm face that had not changed for thousands of years in Yuan Chonghuan.

I vaguely saw a smile.

Every day, Inspector Yuan always waited for the generals and guerrillas in the big tent early, and it has never changed for several years.

Today, it's strange, Zu Dashou Cao Wenzhao, these generals and guerrillas have been waiting for almost a stick of incense, and they have never seen Inspector Yuan.

Even if Yuan Chonghuan was infected with the wind cold, he was waiting for them in the big tent early in the morning, and it had never happened like today.

Zu Dashou Cao Wenzhao, these generals and guerrillas, had a bad idea in their hearts.

Could it be ........

The Overseer was assassinated by the Jiannu Assassins!

Zu Dashou Cao Wenzhao, these generals and guerrillas, hurriedly walked out of the big tent and looked for the figure of Inspector Yuan.

When the most powerful group of generals and guerrillas in Liaodong found Yuan Chonghuan, they saw that Inspector Yuan didn't go because he was drunk.

The guerrillas were a little crying and laughing.

But I couldn't laugh at all, only sadness.

If there was no Zhu Shun, Inspector Yuan would probably not be able to fulfill his life's greatest wish in this life.

Build the Daling River Fort.

Like a sharp sword, straight into the hinterland of the Jurchens!

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