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Overhead, the sun was just about empty, and waved the small flag at Luo Zhige who rode his horse to the edge of the dam first, and pointed at Adelaine with a magic stick, Luo Ning did A Jishou, after changing his eyes three times, Mao Jue got off his horse, and under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of Sakhalin Islanders, he strode to the end of the cement road extending from Hongshuangcheng, in front of the Xiaogu Reservoir, In front of a concrete ring with a diameter of more than 30 meters and a pineapple-like head exposed, it turned around again, and suddenly faced everyone.

With a whimper, a gust of wind came from nowhere, and Mao Jue's cloak was blown violently, and he threw out the black and red banners on both sides of the painting with Tai Chi Yin Yang from his left and right hands. Facing the gust of wind, Mao Jue screamed loudly. drank up.

"God bless the Dongjiang River! People from the south descend to the north, and live forever, forever and ever!"

His words are not as exciting as Chen Sheng, Wu Guang, the prince and general Xiangning, and far less than the one-eyed Mo Daoshi of the Red Scarf Army at the end of the Yuan Dynasty. When this thing came out of the world, it shocked people's hearts, even a lot A few envoys from the Tu nationality could not understand at all. However, just a few seconds after Song Xiance, Adelena, and other high-intelligence guys rolled their eyes in disdain, everyone opened their eyes incredulously.

The water column pierced through the ice of the reservoir, and a faint rainbow emerged from the splashed water. The huge roar sounded like tens of thousands of giant beasts running wildly, and a shadow slowly rose from behind Mao Jue, which lasted for a while. Two seconds of deathly silence, tens of thousands of people fell to the ground one after another like dominoes.

Even the Dutch from the East India Company who came north to investigate business.

"I am a good boy!"

Amidst the thumping sound, several Tu nobles kowtowed their heads and slammed them on the concrete pavement as if their foreheads were not their own. Song Xiance in front of them also knelt down. After three kowtows, he spit out in amazement Take a breath.

"The general's playing is not so big!"

Chapter 337. The Man of Destiny (Revision)

What does it mean to humiliate yourself?

Uh, it seems a little inappropriate to say that it is self-inflicted humiliation, but those who were still making fun of Mao Jue yesterday, regardless of the foreign girl Adelaina, the Jiangnan girl Luo Ning, and the Dongying girl Ying Ji, all knelt down tremblingly , a small face turned pale, Adelaine kept praying in German and not Latin, Luo Ning chanted Guanyin Bodhisattva Buddha, Ying Ji chanted Amaterasu God, not only them, 3 people all He knelt on the ground tremblingly, praying to various gods.

No way, according to Song Xiance's words, Mao Jue really played a big game. Amidst the roar of thunder, the three-faced stone giant statue of more than 30 meters high and more than 30 meters wide was screaming with his arms wide open. It rises from the ground, and it is still spinning continuously.

The three statues, originally Mao Jue wanted to believe in Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism according to the tradition of the Central Plains, but later he considered that with Adelaine, he would have to deal with the Dutch East India Company in the future, and more importantly, he should not let the Confucian scholars dictate to him. The statue of Confucius was replaced by God.

The Buddha's smile, Lao Tzu's chanting and preaching, God's halo of benevolence, each side is constantly shining in front of people, even in later generations, this scene is probably shocking, let alone in this ignorant age .

It doesn't even count to just remove the statue, how much divine power does it take to lift a statue of several tons or even a dozen tons with one hand?

Shen Rong, who was temporarily leading the first regiment, looked dumbfounded, but the old boy was able to get into his current position, and his head was not covered. After a few seconds of being stupid, he couldn't help raising his arms and screaming excitedly.

"General Master Kamui!"

In this era, what kind of democracy do you talk to the people about!Ideal!It was all in vain, like Zhang Jiao’s slogan at the end of the Han Dynasty was that the sky is dead and the yellow sky should be established, Huang Chao’s deafening roar at the end of the Tang Dynasty was “Heaven’s Compensation for the Balance”, the Red Turban Army at the end of the Yuan Dynasty believed in Mingjiao, and even the mighty Taiping Heavenly Kingdom at the end of the Qing Dynasty , also in the name of worshiping God, and Mao Jue's senior, Qi Jiguang, also practiced feudal superstition in the army.

The Mandate of Heaven taught by Confucianism, if you want to rule China, you don't have to believe in gods and Buddhas, but you can't live without a mysterious halo.

In this era, local plots are also an important part of people's loyalty. For example, Qi Jiguang's Qi's army is all Yiwu soldiers, and to expand it is also Zhejiang soldiers. Qin Liangyu's white pole soldiers are all local wolf soldiers. Needless to say, the Qin army are all Shaanxi soldiers , Lu Xiangsheng's Tianxiong Army also recruited the township party from his hometown. Father, son and brother joined the battle. Later, Zeng Guofan's Hunan Army also followed Lu Xiangsheng's model.

A while ago, the Liao people returned to Liao. Although they were snatched from the White Lotus Sect, they were born in Liaodong. In the battle against Zheng Zhilong, the combat effectiveness of the newly formed regiments exploded, and their fearless morale surpassed that of the old Dongjiang seven regiments.

However, the loyalty and sense of identity of these refugees who fled from Henan, Shanshan and Shanxi are much worse. It can be seen that other Dongjiang people are scrambling to become soldiers, but it is a hard job for them. The Spring Festival in Shuangcheng attracted some people to feel a sense of belonging, but now the number has increased to [-]. If I want to use all the immigrants for my use, Mao Jue must think of some crooked ideas.

Moreover, this internal conflict is still secondary. Since the end of last year, Dongjiang has recruited about [-] local natives of Sakhalin Island, but a large number of them are unwilling to give up their good and bad lives and rely on the cities of Dongjiang to farm. Song Xiance It can be regarded as a lesson for him, just like when the Western colonists conquered the New World, the "Bible" was more effective than guns, today's pretending to be a ghost, can't scare them to death?

As expected, the effect was undeniable. With Shen Rong, the gold-medal sycophant, cheering for the first time, the entire soy sauce lineup was boiling. Countless people raised their fists high and shouted wildly. Long live my father!

Among them, the most fanatical ones are those local Tu people. They don’t have so much cultural accumulation in their minds, and they have primitive thinking. This scene makes Mao Jue the incarnation of God. I don’t know if my forehead is broken. , Oroqen, the ancestor of the Ewenki people cheered like a lunatic.

Seeing the boiling scene below, the corners of Mao Jue's mouth could not help but bend upwards in a huge arc.

It is a show, but it will bring great benefits to the Dongjiang River. The next few days will be the day of the attachment of Sakhalin Island. Yibo, wearing a leather robe and holding his own wooden bow, cried and shouted that he wanted to join the Great God, and he couldn't even drive him away.

Since they are so sincere, as a "benevolent" ruler, Mao Jue is of course open to anyone who comes, Luo Zhige is as busy as a spinning top every day, taking a notebook to scribble to his hometown , Hanging the deeds of selling the lives of the foolish and hooked tribesmen under the Red Shuang City.

But to be honest, the technical work of farming and weaving is really a big challenge for these ethnic minorities. They live on Sakhalin Island and rely on hunting for a living. The men here have never touched hoes at all. They are not productive talents. Jue was reluctant again, and made a "special case" for them, and set up a few additional regiments. All the tribe's men were all organized into the army, and the female relatives were not placed on the farm. The newly established cigarette factory and wine factory , which one is more suitable for them than touching a hoe.

In November, Sakhalin Island is already covered in heavy snow, and the entire Red Shuangcheng is covered in white snow. The thick snow piles up on the streets. These refugees in the customs are still too cold to go out, hugging corn stacks at home, and burning big logs to cat for the winter.

Even businessmen who are as hardworking as little bees are lazy and don’t open their shops until noon, and on the street, the snow sweepers who are called out by the head of the armor, are full of stomachs, complaining, and lazily Wielding his shovel, he filled the Mongolian horse-drawn carriage which was snorting from the cold.

It is estimated that the weather is minus [-] degrees, and the temperature of dripping water is freezing, but a lot of small spots are undulating on the snow-covered Dongjiang field outside the city.

A four tent was covered with snowflakes, and his eyebrows were covered with a layer of frost. Holding the binoculars in his hand, while exhaling hot steam, Mao Jue looked around tremblingly.

But for a few miles in front of him, there were almost no people, it seemed that there was only flying snow and white snow in the sky. In the deathly silence, Mao Jue finally nodded, and Shen Rong, who was in charge of training the new army here, pulled out suddenly. The drum hammer hummed and hit the frosted drum surface.

hum~

The bullhorn also blew desolately. As soon as the signal to march was issued, the big cage beside Mao Jue was slammed open. A large herd had been shivering for a long time, and the wild deer, a specialty of the north, escaped from the cage with neighing.

Not only deer, but one meter high. In front, there are two iron cages. The two are rarer than giant pandas, but the famous Siberian tiger also roared and ran out of the cage, under the duress of fear and anger. , ran fiercely behind the herd of deer.

It’s no wonder that the iron cavalry of the Manchu Qing Dynasty defeated the Ming heavy army group repeatedly. From the forty years of Wanli until the eighth year of Chongzhen today, the Ming army has few victories. It’s really not a loss! These northern peoples who survived tenaciously in the white mountains and black waters are simply They are born warriors. Following this signal, in the bone-chilling snow, countless white dots, who had just put on Dongjiang cotton armor and snow-white cloaks, were like Pharaoh's zombies. Came alive from the snowdrifts.

Even the deer didn't realize that there were such two-legged creatures under the snow, bursts of green smoke mixed with the sound of explosions like fried beans, and the galloping deer fell down in the snow one after another, scorching hot. The deer blood scalded the white snow into big bright red holes.

As long as they are under their own command, whether it is the Hamgyong Jurchen troops or these Sakhalin natives, they are all equipped with flintlock guns. Not only are flintlock guns with an effective range of about 80 meters more reliable than bows and arrows with an effective range of only 50 meters, but these Thermal weapons are also more dependent on logistics. The workshops producing gunpowder are all in Iron Mountain, and they are transported by boat. Once the trained indigenous troops rebel, as long as the supply of gunpowder is cut off, they will immediately return to hold wooden bows and bone arrows. In this era, this is also an effective prevention.

However, the distribution of firearms and live ammunition training are only the fifth day for these indigenous soldiers and horses. In the telescope, the firearm hit rate of two or two teams of 100 people is already comparable to that of veterans who have been in the army for two or three years. Forty deer, at least knock down 25 and six heads were shot, and this should be placed on the battlefield. This first wave of firepower is enough to make a hundred or one dissatisfied enemy lose their combat effectiveness.

They are really old hunters who have accumulated many years. In terms of cooperation, they are also more skilled than Han soldiers. After bringing down most of the deer herd, these people did not chase and kill the fleeing deer. A bayonet was put on the firing gun, and the two sentry teams formed a prototype formation, surrounding two huge Siberian tigers in the middle.

The inside is somewhat unclear, but the surrounding circle is like a smoke ring in Mao Jue's binoculars. , or the infantry on the left retreated, and the infantry on the right kept up. After repeated pulling for about 5 minutes, a burst of cheers came from the crowd. Then, two native soldiers at the sentry came to the headquarters excitedly carrying two dead tigers.

"Dedicated to the Sorcerer General!"

In the blunt Jiaoliao official dialect, two former tribal chiefs and now Dongjiang whistle chiefs presented the tiger carcass at Mao Jue's feet.

The two fierce tigers were all stabbed with bayonet precision, and one hit would kill them. Hunting is also one of the demonstrations of war skills. In these few waves of operations, no matter the teamwork or the technology displayed, Mao Jue nodded endlessly.

All that was left to do was to seize the loyalty of this army. Looking at the two bearded faces still stained with tiger blood, Mao Jue smiled kindly and waved his hand.

赏!

Another advantage of this army is reflected, it is even cheaper than the Japanese army. Looking at the wine jars brought out by the military commander behind, there are sticks of Dongjiang cigarettes, and two boxes of sorghum maltose. Overjoyed, he knelt down and kowtowed his head on the icy snow, calling out to General Wushen.

They are easy to deal with, but the commander of the army, Shen Rong, is not so easy to deal with, 100 taels of silver, and a special supply of the commander's mansion, the best Dongjiang cigarettes, this makes this veteran happy, while sending his subordinates Back at the specially built fort barracks near the city, he was still full of excitement and reported beside Mao Jue's horse.

"These people must have enough physical fitness. Give the general three months and teach them military discipline and obedience. After three months, the general will be able to provide the general with three iron-blooded corps that can't lose to the main force of Dongjiang!"

"Where is the first and second regiment of Kuye?"

When Mao Jue asked this question, the corners of Shen Rong's mouth couldn't help twitching, and he bowed helplessly.

"Still in the process of regulation."

But immediately, he was a little unwilling to continue persuading.

"General! These, these refugees are simply ruffians and rascals. They are lax in discipline and lazy in work. They can form two such native regiments with their military pay, and their combat effectiveness can't keep up. Why do they need to build such regiments?"

"The end general is not questioning your order, but every day natives take refuge, transfer them into the army, and disband these two regiments. Bitter Leaf Town is enough to form six to seven new regiments."

"The land of the Han people must be defended by the swords and guns of the Han people!"