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【Lumine】Volume 2 Winter Song, No. 296 Shipbuilding

After half a year, Han Qi re-entered Helinger, and the expression of Mu Ne was like his heart. He didn't think there was anything special about leading the army out of the camp and changing it to the banner of Tumut, it was just a task, nothing special. No matter what Zhai Zhe asked him to do, no matter how much Zhai Zhe promoted him, he only needed to do his part, no different from when he was a guard under Zhai Zhe's account.

Feng Qin is the most special person in Zhai Zhejun, he has always been alone, and he doesn't even have much contact with other personal soldiers. Since Zhai Zhe fished him out of the bottom of the well, covered his face and took him out of the village that was slaughtered by thieves, he is like this, it has not changed for ten years, no one can guess what he thinks in his heart, and Zhai Zhe can't either. Although he had not seen some things with his own eyes, it did not mean that he did not know, let alone that he heard the screams of those closest to him when he hid at the bottom of the well. One night, the cry came back to haunt him, but he would bite his lip in his sleep without making a sound.

The cavalry entered Tuoketo from the naturalized city of Nantong Guò, along the way to the familiar steppe, escorted by Chahar cavalry to avoid accidental conflicts. The little prince of Arukhalkha died at the hands of Che Feng, and at the same time there were hundreds of diehard loyalists of Chechen Khan, so far the blood of Chechen Khan has been cut off, and the rest of the troops of Ezhekong zhì are handy, but they still make special arrangements.

Through the continuous mountains and forests, until twenty miles away from Hanzhai, there are cavalry of the Geriletu tribe to respond.

On the grass under the Han village, a group of ragged Han people gathered in twos and threes, overlooking the cavalry coming from afar.

"Those are the Hannu that the Great Khan promised to lend you!" The centurion of the Tumut cavalry pointed with his braid at the gathered Han Chinese.

Feng Qin nodded slightly and did not speak.

"There are a total of 2,000 people, and the Great Khan said that if you die, you will pay ten stone of food!" When the centurion said this, he couldn't help but want to snicker, the Great Khan was really shrewd. This year, the tribe is short of food, and lending these Han slaves will not only be able to leave food rations, but may also make a profit. Omubu Khan is really unscrupulous in order to let these Han slaves of the tribe last until next year's autumn harvest, Zhai Zhe also wants to feed these people, but he will not help him in vain.

Feng Qin only nodded, as if he was indifferent to what the centurion said.

The centurion felt bored, explained a few more words, and led the tribal cavalry to retreat, which was completely handed over to the Han people.

When the Tumuts left, the Han rode to the foot of the mountain and stationed their horses, and thousands of Han slaves buzzed excitedly, whispering to each other: "Here, all Han people!" The former Han tribe was a yearning in the hearts of Tumut Hannu, and they were the lucky ones among the 30,000 people.

When fleeing, the Han slaves of Tumut used to hide in the Han village, the originally neat camp was scattered with dry grass, the square in front of the prefect's house was scattered with dried feces, and occasionally a fishy smell could be smelled when walking through the corner of the wall. Walking on the winding mountain road, his eyes swept over the chaotic scene in the Han Village, Feng Qin's brows were furrowed, and the soldiers who had followed him for three or four years knew that his expression was very dissatisfied, and ordinary trivial things could not make his face show his preferences.

"Clean up this place!" Feng Qin said a word, turned around and went down the mountain. For some reason, he just hated clutter and filth, which easily reminded him of the bottom of a dark well.

More than 1,000 Han horsemen set up tents at the foot of the mountain and stationed on the spot, and the army arranged for 2,000 Han slaves and 500 water sergeants to clean up the cottage. Feng Qin's requirements for the firmness and cleanliness of the camp even Zuo Ruo felt excessive, and even the placement of everything had rules, perhaps because of this, the firearms camp had never had an accident after it was under his command.

After two days of cleaning, the cottage was reluctantly accepted by Fengqin. 1,200 cavalry, including 300 firearms battalions, 2,000 Han slaves borrowed from the Tumut tribe, 500 sailors, and more than 200 craftsmen, are all the forces he has now, and the task is to guard Zhai Zhe's future.

The first thing to do was to build a warship, and Lu Xiangsheng specially dispatched more than 50 craftsmen from Xuanda Town.

The leader of the craftsmen is a gray, middle-aged man with a face full of folds, and at first glance he looks like a man who grew up near the water.

"Since everyone is here, let's start work as soon as possible, and after completing the tasks assigned by the governor, you can return to Daming, don't wait for the war to start next year, and then be trapped outside the fortress!" The commander of the army came to the army on the order of Feng Qin and said very clearly, "There are enough trees in the mountains of Ringol for you to use. ”

The surface of the Yellow River is not wide, and the Qing army is weak. Before leaving, Zhai Zhe agreed with the generals in the army and decided to build a small warship that could carry twenty or thirty people, and the current five hundred sailors could be equipped with more than 20 warships, which was enough to blockade the Junzijin Ferry.

"Your Excellency, you don't know anything! Those who cut down wood can't beat the warship! The old craftsman spoke tremblingly. A man who had never been out of the fortress went to the steppe and saw the Mongolian cavalry along the way, like a person who could not swim was drowning, and even found it difficult to breathe.

"Why?" That Qian was puzzled, he was a layman, and he didn't know what to do.

"Only sun-dried wood can make a warship!"

"I see!" That Qian will always be suspicious, and turn around to find Feng Qin to return to life.

Only dry wood can build warships, and there used to be mountains of wood in the Lingel Mountains and Han villages, but in the past six months, the Han people who fled here have chopped down the city firewood and burned it clean. Feng Qin walked around Hanzhai and said three words to Mr. Qian, who had been following him: "Demolish the house!" ”

"Demolishing the house?" That Qian was always a little confused.

There are nearly 1,000 houses built on the Hanzhai Village, among which the beams and rafters are all rafters that have been used for several years, and there is no problem in building warships. But these houses were built by the Han Dynasty.

"Go ahead and do it immediately, there must be at least ten warships before winter!"

"Yes!" Mr. Qian didn't dare to ask more.

A day later, the dust in the Hanzhai was flying, and on the order of Feng Qin, the Hannu demolished the largest house first, and even the main mansion was not spared. The larger the house, the thicker the beams, the most suitable for warships.

The wood was first dragged to the banks of the Yellow River, where wooden sheds were built for storage, and craftsmen worked day and night to build warships. After the warship is built, it must be smeared with a layer of tung oil and dried before it can be used in the water. The 500 sailors were ordered to be stationed at the junction of the Tumao River and the main stream of the Yellow River, and there were no warships, but there were still thirty or forty small boats left in Hanzhai that could be handed over to them to use, and they were familiar with the waterways along the Hetao. In addition to this, they also had to learn to get along with the Mongols, because they were helping the Mongols to garrison the river.

Since Fengqin settled in Hanzhai, the carriage from Guihua City to the deep mountains has not been interrupted, sometimes there is only one, sometimes two or three in parallel, escorted by thirty or forty cavalry, judging from the ruts stuck in the grass, each carriage is not light. Horse-drawn carriages often traveled at night, choosing the road close to the mountains and forests, but fortunately, there were no horse thieves in Horingel now.

1,000 cavalry garrisoning the Han village in Nuoda is overstretched, and 2,000 Han slaves are far from enough to use it for duty, and the demolished houses will have to be rebuilt before winter comes. For Feng Qin, the dilemma he faces has only just begun.

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