The closer Yang He and others walked, the polder village seemed to have been carefully selected when it was established, built in a river network, there were rivers on the east, west and north sides of the village, and dense elm trees, mulberry trees, willow trees and so on were planted on both sides of the river. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This is a tree polder, which uses the power of plants to waterproof, which is much more intelligent than ordinary earth polders, and these trees can also provide food in poor years.

Look at the rivers around the village have been dug deeply, the water is very deep, very urgent, the river embankment is very high, even if the river is dry up a lot at this time, but there is no bridge to pass is not easy, want to enter the polder, there is only a road in the south of the village.

Yang He and the others first saw the west side of the village, they went around a long way along the river west of the village, and in the mouth that was about to flow into the Suishui, they found a wooden bridge that had been repaired, and then everyone crossed the river and turned to the south of the village.

The water conservancy ditches are more and more well-repaired, and the ponds are increasing, so that the winter wheat can still be irrigated despite the dry weather.

Looking at the fields around the village, I don't know how much land it occupies, and it is expected that after the winter wheat is harvested, it is more than enough to feed the residents in the village.

There is no shortage of land in troubled times, as long as you have the ability, you can have as many fields as you want.

Since coming to this world, there are dozens of large and small abandoned villages that Yang He has passed, and anyone can occupy these villages, and who cares?

Walking here, Yang He also saw the refugees and displaced people who are rarely seen in ordinary times, they were either in groups of three or five, or dozens of people walking on the road, obviously like Yang He, they were attracted by the crowd here when they passed by.

Just like when they first saw Yan Dezheng and others, these people were all yellow-skinned and thin, and they were unclothed, and when they saw Yang He and his party, they were either afraid to dodge, or they looked numbly, or their eyes flashed with a strange light.

Seeing that Yang He and his party were carrying a heavy burden, some people still wanted to come up and take a look.

But the horse meat and rice noodles picked by Zhao Zhongju and others were covered with clothes, and they couldn't see what was inside, and there were many people in Yang He's party, all of them were young and strong, and even the women were very energetic.

They all carried shields on their backs, and had a strange temperament, especially Yang He rode a horse, with a Ling Ran bearing, and he looked like he was not easy to mess with, and there were people over there, and many people were hopeful, but in the end, no one came up.

On the south side of the village, a smooth and wide dirt road, four or five meters wide, is paved with gravel and coarse sand, and Yang He feels that this kind of road is much more comfortable than those hated terrain roads.

The closer he got to the polder, the more Yang He felt that this Zhuangzi was sturdy and thick, and it seemed that the whole village was built on a large earthen platform as high as two zhang, and I don't know whether it was a natural formation or a platform specially dug up to pad the pile.

Yanghe prefers the people of Zhuangzhong to dig up the earth and pile it up, because within two miles from the polder, the outer area is densely packed with deep puddles.

These puddles are five or six meters long and wide, some even ten meters, and four or five meters deep, there is quite a lot of water in the pits, and some of the puddles are also buried with sharp wooden thorns, and when you get here, the zigzag road winds between the puddles.

Some of the puddles far from the road have been converted into ponds, and there are vegetable patches with fruits and vegetables such as broad beans, peas, and rape.

Yang He gasped when he saw it, such a terrain, such an arrangement, I am afraid that no matter how many troops there are, it will be difficult to exert it.

He imagined that the enemy would attack, and that there were rivers on the east, west, and north sides of the village, so it was difficult to attack, so he could only attack from the south.

But from time to time there is a puddle and a pond here, how to arrange troops? The only way to do this is to follow the road. It's just a road, and although the road is four or five meters wide, there aren't many people on the road, and no matter how many people are sent, they will be sent to death.

Not only that, but the polder wall was built on the platform, which was two zhang high, and the height of the platform was four zhang, and there was fear just by looking up.

The polder wall here is also covered with green bricks, and there is a deep ditch dug under the wall, which seems to attract river water, and the width of the moat may be about one zhang, and the polder gate is erected with a high suspension bridge.

Yang He had seen that the scale of Nadu Wei was not small before, but in terms of sturdiness and protection ability, it was really small compared to this polder.

Look at a stone sign standing on the side of the road: "Yong'an." ”

I don't know which local heroes built it, Yang He thought that if the enemy wanted to attack this kind of Zhuangzi, it would definitely be more difficult to fight than the county seat and the state city.

Compared with the county seat, the people of the state city are complicated, this kind of Zhuangzi for self-protection is built by a big family, or several families, and when the foreign enemy invades, everyone is united, and there will never be civil strife or dedication of the city.

Yang He has read the history books and knows that some villages built by the real heroes have survived even since the Wuhu period, and no matter what kind of troubled times and what kind of change of dynasty, it will not have any impact on them.

Yang He Wuzhong was dumbfounded, and Yan Dezheng muttered: "The so-called Haoqiang is like this. ”

Qi Youxin also inhaled: "This kind of Zhuangzi is attacked by thousands of people, and a lot of them will be killed just by going around the puddle." Then cross the ditch, climb the platform, climb the polder, and roll down the slope of the platform with a rolling log and stone, and you can hit a piece of people. ”

Minister Yang cracked his mouth, and Han Daxia reminded: "Not only that, look at those two arrow towers." ”

Yang He had already noticed the two arrow towers, and it seemed that there were masters in the village.

These two arrow towers are built outside the stockade, and they are all built very tall, covered with bricks and stones, and are three zhang high, just like the fire road piers in the border town.

Looking at the design, these two arrow towers are estimated to be fifty steps away from the road and the polder wall, guarding the gate on the left and on the right.

Yang He noticed that the road to the arrow tower was dug up, and the puddles were connected, and if he wanted to go to the arrow tower, he could only come from the side of the walled gate. In this way, if you want to make a detour to attack the arrow tower, you will be attacked by the wall of the walled gate, and the two arrow towers will also be flanked.

Enemies who want to attack the gate will also be flanked by the two arrow towers.

Sure enough, the design is good, Yang He found that he couldn't underestimate the heroes of this era.

As they walked forward, the road was still easy to walk, that is, they had to go around and around.

From time to time, a puddle of water appears in front of you, and it looks like a cliff.

Some of the puddles are also filled with sharp wooden thorns, which are frightening, and the pavement spirals between the puddles, reminding the Yang River of a winding mountain road.

The closer to the village, the more displaced people on the road, all of them are ragged and miserable, Yang He estimates that there are already two or three hundred people on this road, seeing Yang He and his party coming, many people hurriedly avoid, Yang He's team is full of spirit, and the oppression on them is too great.

Yang He stopped at a hundred steps outside the polder wall, and he saw stone pillars standing on the side of the road, painted with striking red paint.

Many people don't understand the meaning of these stone pillars, but Yang He knows that this is the marking of the shooting boundary of the bow and arrow bird.

He looked over the polder, and there were many people standing on it, all with spears, whistle sticks, and bows and arrows, and Yang saw birds' firearms.

There were also some archers standing on the two arrow towers, staring indifferently at the refugees below.

Yang He keenly noticed that the arrival of his group attracted the attention of the archers of the arrow towers on both sides, and some people pointed at this side.

Yang He raised his heart, the two arrow towers were only fifty or sixty steps away from this side, and his group was under the threat of their bows and arrows.

The people in front of him stopped fifty paces away, and the black pressure was gathering, and even some puddles were standing on the ground, but no one dared to take a step forward, because there were people on the polder wall who were constantly shouting and shouting: "Do not go within fifty paces, or die!" ”

The cold voice with a local accent was repeated, and even if the people in front of them knelt on the road, crying and begging, hoping that the people in the polder would be kind enough to let them in, the other side was indifferent.