The construction of the Red Twin Cities continued, and after the New Year, everyone's spirit was obviously much more sufficient, and the streets more than three meters wide were full of banging and beating, men shouting trumpets and planting girders in the holes in the foundations, women with headscarves wrapped in headscarves carrying baskets to bring water and food everywhere, and children running around with nails and hammers.

Even if you are tired and stop smoking a cigarette, you will only step on the butt of the cigarette and then go up to work.

This is the sense of belonging, not to mention the sense of accomplishment in the chest of the homeless people who have become red pairs when they look at the rows of houses they have built with their own hands.

However, now the project is not in a hurry, more than 1,000 two-story buildings have been repaired, and it is enough to stuff more than 20,000 people into it as a work shed, and the rest of the work is perfect, so there is no hurry.

On both sides of the Hongshuang River, on the plain covered with snow, Mao Jue personally took a long pole and inserted it into the snow shell, and then a pro-soldier dragged the tape measure at the end of the pole and ran forward quickly, at the end, it was a pole inserted into the ground, and the four poles were connected into a huge square, more than a dozen pro-soldiers began to push the cart, and the rapid sapper shovel in front dug next to the tape measure, digging a ditch, and the back took the red stone collected in the mountain and was painted, and hurriedly filled into the ditch. On the horizon, red squares appeared in an orderly manner.

This is the most important thing in the feudal era, measuring the land! As long as the large coastal plains are cultivated, they can be planted in the spring, but before that, the land must be measured.

All dynasties, especially today's Ming Dynasty, are even more troubled by this! Concealing the land, concealing taxes, the big families have not paid a penny, and the heavy tax burden has completely pressed on the heads of the poor peasants, resulting in years of abandonment, so that the national tax revenue has dried up, and has to increase the tax, falling into the current dead circle.

Nowadays, the Dongjiang River, land tax is still an extremely important income, Mao Jue wants to rule here, it is necessary to divide the land measurement, keep the first field book, sloppy otherwise, with the development of society, the gap between the rich and the poor will be widened, that is, the future troubles are endless.

In one glance, Adriana, who had already recovered much from her "illness", also added a new stroke to the field book with an extremely grim face.

But just when Mao Jue was taking a look, on the newly built wooden bridge of Hongshuanghe, the sound of hurried horses' hooves came suddenly, holding a red flag in his hand, Su Mu Yeertai was anxious to ride out of the bridge and shouted hurriedly at the Dongjiang troops measured on the plain.

"Where is the master, military intelligence express!"

His heart jumped suddenly, and he threw the measuring pole in his hand to the soldiers, and Mao Jue also hurriedly greeted him.

"Ben will be here!"

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The Dongjiang Fleet has been advancing along the coast, and has arrived at the southernmost tip of Sakhalin Island, and since the end of this Spring Festival, the Dongjiang cavalry has launched their long-overdue mission to explore this large island, and this is the third day.

Although the area of Sakhalin Island is indeed not small, but there are only two Japanese Kyushu Islands the size, one-third of the island of Honshu, the cavalry along the coastline, so quickly talk about the situation is also expected, after learning the news, Mao Jue is personally followed forward.

Sakhalin is shaped like a piece of cake torn from the mainland, slender and irregular, the northern part is about a rectangle, to the south to the east is missing a large piece, forming a huge bay, to the southernmost point, there is a piece missing in the arc, like a crescent shovel, Mao Jue's red twin cities are in the southwest corner, and the cavalry is in the southeast corner.

This place is also covered by heavy snow, the Hamgyong Dao Jurchen riders swept away a piece here, Mao Jue was already showing signs by then, a large pile of wood was piled up on the beach, and there were scaffolding supported by wood, and in a nearby open field, the wood flowers and snow had been mixed together, and there were a few boats that had not yet been built, which were also spread there, this process, this method, was exactly the same as the Northern Barbarian Pirate Ship stranded on the beach near Lutun Island.

"Have you ever found a settlement around here?"

"Back to the general, there is not yet, but there can be such a large-scale shipbuilding site, and the people who live must not be far from here, the general can rest assured, before sunset today, the last general will definitely be able to find it, but when the time comes!"

Looking at the traces of this shipyard, Su Mu Yeertai's old face wrapped in a fur hat also revealed a hideousness, it was really called a new hatred and old hatred, these barbarian pirates from far away plundered in the south, and killed the people of his tribe in the near future, the big eyes that were deep in the eye sockets were full of murderous energy, but they could answer Mao Jue's question, but they were still respectful.

After listening to his expression, Mao Jue couldn't help but nodded.

"Ben will be saved!"

Immediately, he simply turned his head and hurriedly shouted at the hair lance behind him.

"Chuan Ben General order, transfer the troops of Baima, Xianxing, Lu'an, Liushui and Siwei over!"

"Yes!"

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It's really right to bring Su Mu Yeertai to come, although the Jurchens are also divided into different branches, but the big guys are all Jurchens, and the routines are still familiar with each other, and the four guards and more than 900 horses mobilized in the afternoon have not yet arrived, he has already found the nest of the indigenous Jurchens of Sakhalin, and walked about 20 miles to the north, almost in the thinnest area of Sakhalin, a valley mouth that was blocked by heavy snow, in a hidden valley.

Not to mention, if this place does not have these Hamghoehm Jurchens, it is really difficult to find it by the Dongjiang scouts, the steep and rugged mountain section of the Saharin Mountains, the dense woods and the heavy snow are blocked, if you don't look closely, but the valley mouth of more than ten meters may really be ignored at a glance, climb the nearby peaks, Mao Jue's telescope looks in, on the mountainside in the north of the center of the valley, the houses built of birch bark and deer skin are arranged one after another from top to bottom, that appearance is primitive enough, Somewhat similar to a yurt, a trail of smoke and dust rises from the roof of a house where several deerskins are patched together.

The outermost research of the entire settlement also built a fence wall with branches and trunks, but this fence wall may not be as high as a person in total, and it is okay to prevent wild beasts, and it is vulnerable in front of the Dongjiang army.

From top to bottom, there are about one hundred and fifty or sixty deerskin and birch bark houses of this kind, and a house is counted as a family of five, so this small settlement has a total of six or seven hundred people, and in terms of manpower, it is naturally not proportional to the Dongjiang River.

But this terrain is too dangerous! The weather is cold, and the hillsides are frozen to a smooth piece, and if the people in the village are in danger, it is also a hot sweet potato for the Dongjiang River.

Frowning and looking around, Mao Jue's eyes finally fell on the two huge peaks behind the hillside, although these two mountains are shorter than Mount Fuji and Mount Tamna on Jeju Island, but in this high latitude area, the snow on the top of the mountain is also perennial, at this time I don't know how to pile up for decades, so that the sharp mountains even have the feeling of lighting a torch, retracting his gaze, Mao Jue is to Su Mu Yeertai, who has pulled out the knife in his hand and is eager to try at the village.

"Send someone to investigate, just say that General Ben is coming, let the people of this village come out to greet him!"

"Master General!"

Su Mu Yeertai was really a little stunned, dissatisfaction and incomprehension appeared under the deep sunken eye sockets, and he was an anxious fist.

"Don't look at the small number of barbarians in this group, this place is dangerous enough, now while they haven't found out, they just take it in one go, if you startle the snake, it's not easy to fight!"

"If they hadn't killed our people, wouldn't they have killed a good person by mistake if they used their swords so recklessly?"

In the telescope, staring intently at two men in animal skins carrying a one-man thick wood, it seemed that they were easily transported to the tent without breathing, Mao Jue said casually, but he paused for a moment, turned around and glanced at the six-pounder field gun brought by his troops, and he hummed confidently.

"And even if it is discovered, it will be easy for Ben to take this valley! General Sumu, send someone! ”

Still a little hesitant, but looking at the small cannon barrel telescope that Mao Jue set up again, and thinking about the last battle of Jiashan, the Jiashan Division, which was easily defeated, shuddered, this thing was full of confidence, pulled a Sumu cavalry, shouted a few words in Jurchen in his ear, and sent him to stagger in with five or six people from the mouth of the valley.

It is not easy to survive, in the seemingly dazed valley, in Mao Jue's telescope, a few people have just entered, and more than a dozen black heads suddenly appeared in the thick snow shell.

To tell the truth, Mao Jue is not a woman's benevolence, he has been in this era for many years, he has a deep understanding that the thoughts, morals, and values of people in this era are completely different from the era in which he lives.

The Ming people are still like this, let alone these savage Jurchens with low civilization.

It's just that Mao Jue also knows that the Qing army has always been an important source of strength in history, known as the Sauron cavalry, which also comes from these savage Jurchens, and even until the time when Kangxi pacified Jungar, there were still a considerable number of Sauron cavalry in the Qing army, and it was precisely because of the backward civilization and poor living environment that these savage Jurchens in the white mountains and black waters were indeed more brave than the Han people, and even the Jianzhou Jurchens who were farming, and they were not afraid of death.

The Dongjiang Horse Riding Team composed of the three departments of Hamgyong Province has already made Mao Jue taste the sweetness, since Houjin can capture the savage Jurchen and act as Sauron's cavalry, then why can't he Mao Jue?

So before figuring it out, he didn't want to kill people indiscriminately.

It's a pity that Mao Jue's face is really black enough, in his hopeful gaze, the Sumu cavalry who shouted and drank in shouted loudly in Jurchen language, but it was not a courtesy to greet them, and the black arrows shot down directly, crackling and inserting in the snow.

Fortunately, they had already been on guard, holding animal skin shields, and a few Sumu cavalry covered their heads tightly, and the arrows made of blue stones could not help them, and along the valley pass, these people retreated back without danger.

I really don't know how these Jurchens themselves have such a big hatred! Seeing that the communication was incomprehensible, this Su Mu Yeertai raised his knife excitedly and shouted, gathering his clan and preparing to attack, Mao Jue grinned in annoyance, this is a hidden danger, and he is not ready to pretend to be a saint, so that his upcoming immigrants are threatened, regretfully, he also waved his hand, and then Mao Lance suddenly stepped the flintlock pistol in front of him, and shouted at the Dongjiang guards not far from the mouth of the valley.

"Forward!"

Although it did not have the indomitable momentum of the pro-corps, the militia regiments lined up and shouted the trumpet were still neat, and the bayonets pointed murderously at the blue sky, especially the five six-pounder field guns that were pushed over.

Several Dongjiang flags, Maozi handsome flags, and a red Mingzi national flag are magnificent, dancing with teeth and claws in the mountain peaks.

But just when the artillery was about to knock on the flintlock, more than a dozen people rolled out of this cottage, which was still arrogant and domineering just now, and kowtowed at the door of the village, shouting something.

This anticlimactic scene made Mao Jue's eyes widen, and he looked at Su Mu Yeertai in surprise.

It's also full of disbelief, this Lord Su Mubu stumbled to translate.

"General, they are shouting, is it the Great Tomorrow Army?"

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Ten minutes later, Mao Jue sat in the valley, in the middle of the largest deerskin birch tent house, opposite the fire pit burning wood and dried animal dung, more than a dozen native Jurchen leaders of Sakhalin Island knelt on the ground respectfully, and in his astonishment, an old native who couldn't walk quickly and couldn't walk trembled and sent a big cloth bag to Mao Jue respectfully.

Opened the cloth bag in surprise, Mao Jue's eyes widened even more.

These things are all too familiar to him!

The bronze official seal, which is printed with Mao Lianwei's commander, the yellow holy decree, followed by a large number of nonsense saliva canonized by the Ministry of War, and the cyan degree, which records the number of tributary customs clearances, the most recent one, is in the Zhengde period, and the earliest is the Yongle period.

Mao Jue still thought that he was the pioneer of this big island, he really couldn't dream that hundreds of years ago, the Ming Dynasty had established rule and order in this land, although it was only a loose tributary order.

These guys in animal skins in front of him are his colleagues! Holding the official seal, Mao Jue looked at these guys a little blankly, and they also looked at themselves with some dazed and uneasy feelings.

"Ahem~"

(End of chapter)