As more and more leaks came out of the ship's wall, and we blocked them again and again with wooden stoppers, tung oil, and sand, and in all kinds of frightened worries, we finally arrived at the sheltered place on the way, Weng Son Island, relatively intact.

Of course, this is relatively intact, not counting the unlucky people who have been injured in various falls, or suffocated in their own vomit. At least no one on board fell into the sea, causing some kind of very attrition

The predecessor of Weng Shan was Weng County under the rule of the Tang Dynasty, which was later known as the Zhoushan Islands/Zhoushan City, known as the coastal area of the East China Sea, one of the best havens and anchorage places for sailors, and also one of the direct leaders of Liang Gong who was enshrined and handed down, so the construction was quite good. It has jurisdiction over the three townships of Fudu, Anqi and Penglai, and takes Lingang City as the place of governance.

Surrounded by headlands and surrounded by the port area, the majestic and towering city walls, lighthouses and thick and solid embankments naturally give people a sense of security.

Although the sky is still heavy and cloudy,

The sea breeze howled and carried the huge waves, constantly slapping the embankment, making a kind of rumbling roar, but after only a few days, it seemed like a long time ago, and the feeling of standing on land was very solid and reassuring.

Even if you step on a deep foot and a shallow foot, lift it up and squeak and bubble in the mud,

Behind me, on the ships that were coming to the harbor one after another, hordes of soldiers rushed down the planks like rats fleeing from the flood.

They struggled to prop up their boats or cross the bumpy and rickety trestle, and occasionally someone fell into the water, then was picked up again and helped on.

There were also people who hurriedly jumped down until they were not far from the shore, and continued to trek up in the waist-high muddy water, desperately feeling the fresh air and the feeling of being grounded, and then making some kind of giggle or other cathartic expression against the continuous rain, which was very similar to the taste of another world.

Because of the wind and waves, most people can only stay in the densely packed cabins like sardines, endure the special treatment of canned human flesh rockers, and even the vomit of their companions.

Fortunately, as the chief officer, I at least don't have to stay with them to enjoy the "natural massage service" of many brothers' intimate squeezing. But it's not much better, and I'm about to have a double vision in front of my eyes.

After all, this is a sailor ship with military orders like a mountain and a ship schedule like fire, not a merchant ship or a special passenger ship that can catch up with the trade wind tide in peacetime, and is particularly relaxed in Time Mountain, considering economy and comfort.

In the shipment efficiency and comfort is simply not comparable.

Suddenly, there was a cacophony of shouts on the pier, and then, following their pointing, I saw a ship that had barely had time to take in half of the sail cables before it got stuck, and with the wind blowing the rest of the muster, castrated straight through the sequence of ships that had been anchored and were about to dock one after another.

In the scattered columns, there was a dull tremor, and after two bumps, it rushed out again,

The beach-grabbing failed, but he listened to a reprimand, like an eggshell that had been pried open from the bottom, and there were obvious dents and fragments on the waterline, and then he shook the stern of the boat heavily, violently throwing up countless small debris and human bodies, and then began to capsize to the side.

The long tube that was wet by the rain was faintly visible in the mirror, and countless people began to jump down on it, like people coming from ant spots, some people fell into the water, and they never floated again, and there were floating human heads, after being photographed by the waves, there was no trace.

In the end, less than a small half of the boats were pulled ashore, and most of them were boatmen and sailors who were more accustomed to water.

As for the officers and men of the land division carried above, they can only mourn their misfortune.

"That's pretty good...... Finally close to the shore, there is still a chance to save"

The liaison officer sent by the sailor smiled wryly at me

"Does the general know...... Just a little news came."

"Five ships full of brave soldiers were lost in the wind and waves......"

According to the load capacity of the sailors' ships, a ship can carry at least five or six hundred lightly armed and unarmed soldiers, or three or four hundred standard soldiers and their short-term military supplies.

If you just fall behind, it's okay, you can get to the nearest shore to ask for help or save yourself, if it sinks because of this, then the loss is at least two soldiers of the fully equipped battalion......

If it were for my troops, it would be unbearable.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and I checked the faces around and around me one by one.

Han Liangchen, Xin Jiaxuan, Lu Wuguan, Zhao Long, Ning Zhiyuan, Cui Bangbi.

Each name represents the soldiers who landed safely on this ship, because they were in some kind of risk-sharing plan, so that these high-ranking generals and battalion officers were each responsible for a boatload of soldiers and equipment.

This can be expected to be avoided, because the danger of the sea by concentrating the officers together is equivalent to the possibility of the total annihilation of the command.

Half an hour later,

"Is there anyone else who hasn't come ashore......

Soaked in rain and waves, I shouted hoarsely.

"...... of the First Pacesetter"

"...... of the Sixth Regiment"

"Teaching Team ......"

"Second Regiment ......"

"Straight group ......"

"Life Catcher ......"

"Wait, where's my artillery team......"

"Please rest assured, Pharmacist Guo and most of the artillery team are still on the latter batch of ships......

Someone comforted me, but it was Du Shulang, the head of the artillery group directly under him.

"It should be in the area of Fujian, and it is sheltered from the wind nearby......"

Well, in a hurry, I'm a little confused.

When the last group of Shen Huoyi and Zhang Lizheng, who had landed far away from me because of the wind and waves, and their men, were also found, I was immediately relieved.

Most of the personnel were fine, only a few falls and cold, but the supplies that accompanied the ship were inevitably greatly affected, especially the precious gunpowder.

Although it was sealed with bamboo wax, wrapped in oilcloth and then placed in a wooden barrel filled with sawdust, it was inevitable that the inner seal would break during the bumps and impacts of the sea journey, and the dampness of different journeys would occur.

There are also some of them because of the big waves in the process of helping the transportation, which were directly washed into the sea and floated away. So the soldiers, who had nothing to do for the time being, were given a new task, to find a way to bake at least three or four bases of ammunition.

What followed were lackluster days.

Although in addition to many accidents, more than a dozen boats were damaged by capsizing, sinking or running aground, the soldiers who disembarked one after another still filled this temporary anchorage. What I have encountered and observed, because of the tidal waves, there are at least seven or eight different military families stranded in the local area.

Fortunately, Wengshan Port itself is a direct domain of the national family, and it is also one of the frontier towns, and various reserves can be described as rich, so it is definitely not a problem to support these guest troops in the short term.

It's just that so many soldiers with different numbers and origins gather together for the time being idle, and all kinds of fights and gangs will inevitably become daily routines staged everywhere, and there will be a temporary underground rat market based on barter.

As the head of the army, I declined the kindness of the local town guard to invite me to stay in the mansion of the city on the island, but found a warehouse large enough to serve as the Chinese army to give orders, stay with my soldiers, organize and replenish supplies, use the limited space, carry out restorative exercises, and then wait for the tide to end.

After all, Weng Shan was a place where merchants and merchants came to gather information in the past, so it was easy for me to get a lot of information that needed to be screened by the spontaneous tandem friendship of the soldiers and the local merchants, although it was a little lagging behind.

After the Northern Expedition was launched, it can be said that everyone at home and abroad was shocked and the world was shaken.

The four Yanbian recruitment and general pipelines in the ridge attacked one after another, and they became the imminent disaster of destruction and overturning for those private parties in the south of the Yangtze River, and Weifu's self-dictatorial suppression and retribution.

The army along the border is almost like a bamboo, and every day there are all kinds of good news and news, which are spread in the coastal areas with the Southern Dynasties.

Therefore, most of the troops carried by these naval divisions were used to occupy and maintain the newly conquered rear areas. Suppress and deter potential resistance forces that are unwilling to submit.

It's just that the stormy waves of the sea, like a natural separation wall, temporarily isolate us from the Northern Expedition on the opposite continent.

This big wave raged for five days in one breath, and it was not until the evening of the last day that a trace of red clouds appeared in the sky, which was the latest order of the commander-in-chief who also crossed the sea on the other side.

At the same time, we also got a piece of news that under the guidance of the Southeast Recruitment Division, the military town guards in the two eastern Zhejiang provinces south of the Yangtze River have all changed banners and returned to the Southern Dynasty, so our previous plan to land and consolidate has been canceled, and we have instead gone directly north to the mouth of the Yangtze River to wait for an opportunity, waiting for further instructions.

Although I don't know how many of these local forces are sincere or false, I still can't help but say to Mrs. Chen's husband? "Good ......"