To put it bluntly, Chen Mu had never seen 1,500 ships sailing out of the port.

From this point of view, it is a pity that I was not able to participate in the second phase of the Beiyang fleet.

But at this time in the port of Tsueneng, this is a very frightening thing.

More than 1,200 civilian ships carrying the people will jam the bay near Changsheng Port, and the slightest collision of ships will be disgusting.

Thankfully, things weren't that bad.

On the fourth day of the eighth month, 86 seagoing ships that set sail from Jincheng County after 14 days of drifting at sea arrived in Changsheng County.

The shape is the shape of a fortune ship that can sail in the open sea, and the materials are all cheap pine and shirts, which seem to be four or five hundred materials, and there are two small boats on board.

This kind of ship labor is less laborable and cheaper, Chen Mu estimated under the gazebo in the port, if the fleet is composed of such lucky ships, then the imperial court will send out these thousands of ships, and the cost of shipbuilding alone should be nearly 170,000 taels of silver.

In order to make way for civilian ships, the warships sailed to the small Changsheng port south of Changsheng Port, and gave way to eight unloading trestles for the Fu ships to dock and drop the people.

In addition to the trestle and the sea, more lucky boats stopped close to the sea, the boats on the boats were put into the sea, and all kinds of people went down the soft ladder to the boats and came with oars.

The shore had long been in full swing, and the open space that had been used to stop the harbor was now framed with twelve passages framed by hemp rope to guide the way, and at the fore was a row of tables, each with a scribe sitting behind the desk, and behind them, more bannermen were waiting in a procession.

The sturdy man in a short dozen clothes and shoes were soaked in the seawater, holding a patched bag in one hand to protect his chest, and the mother-in-law holding the child behind him with the other, looked sideways at his brother and sister-in-law who followed him, and finally turned around and told his brother-in-law, who was still a young man, not to lose it, and finally looked at the soldiers on the shore with a heavy uneasiness.

In front of the hemp ropes, the Beiyang Banner Army with helmets and armor was holding a long bird gun, and their already sturdy bodies were bulging by their armor, and the big edge of the helmet blocked half of their faces in shadows, only revealing their mighty jaw beard, and the sunlight reflected by the bright breastplate was dazzling, making people squint their eyes unconsciously.

This kind of posture is very scary, so that the short fight can't help but slow down the pace, wanting others to go over first to probe the wind, but in fact, the entire people who disembarked on the shore had this idea, and no one dared to move forward rashly, so that the people who disembarked behind the boat were soaked in water with half their legs and did not dare to move forward.

In the cold Majiagang and Jincheng County in the rainy season, those places are not without soldiers, but they have never been as weird as the soldiers here, and people whispered: "What are those hemp ropes for?" ”

"Do you need to ask? The officers and soldiers are going to settle accounts after the autumn, we robbed the military rations, they told us to go in, and the rope was dragged at both ends and tied us all in, and we couldn't get out of it! ”

The men in the blue shirts scoffed at this, if the officers and soldiers wanted to arrest them, they would not need to go so far, as soon as they released the muskets called bird guns in their hands, the people were gone.

Suddenly, the Beiyang army not far in front of him moved, took a few steps forward with a gun, and was so frightened that the short man was tense, like a hen in an eagle catching a chicken, he heard the loud voice of the Beiyang Flag Army: "Welcome to the Asia of the Ming Dynasty to serve Your Majesty, please line up and walk along the rope passage, keep quiet, the scribe of the Oriental Military Mansion will register in front." ”

As the words fell, the flag army's face did not change, and after looking around at everyone, he turned around and raised his arm to point to the rope passage, a drop of sweat slipped from the bottom of the helmet, and he let out a long breath.

It's too difficult for Baihu to memorize this word! ’

The official soldier's speech still worked, although the short-beaten man listened to this way of speaking that he could understand but had not heard before, and looked at the table at the end of the rope passage, and the scribe was suspicious, but the crowd behind him could not allow him to think twice, and he was busy holding his wife and children and brothers and was pushed forward by the crowd.

The order of the banner army to maintain order sounded in his ears, and the exotic small buildings with white walls and orange tiles stood at the extreme of his eyes, with no food and no food to stand on, and everything in front of him was full of uneasiness.

When the scribe was close to him, he saw that the scribe in the robe had thick calluses on his mouth, and he didn't have time to think about anything before he asked, "Name, gender, past occupation, age?" ”

"Ding Hai, Jizhen Miyun Guards outside the Great Wall of the three-way pier army does not collect at night, six out of thirty."

The scribe raised his head and looked at the strong man with a strong short fight, his hands did not stop, and he ticked the man on the registration book bound by the printed paper, in fact, they didn't know why Lord Zhao of the military government had to ask him about his gender.

His eyes were a little disdainful, and he said, "Deserter? ”

The dun army is a sentinel who lives on the pier platform of the Great Wall with his wife and children, and the night is one of the far sentinels, in the early years, it is to go deep into Mongolia to explore the elite of the virtual reality, and it is the elite athletes in the army, but it is the old yellow calendar, and after the civil fort, the dun night was caught and died, and later it became an errand to deal with, and it would be good to be alive in the dungeon.

Ding Hai clenched his fists and glared at the scribe, and there was anger and grievance in his words: "The imperial court withdrew the three forks and replaced the southern army of the Qi clan. ”

The so-called scribe is also a soldier, the Beiyang Banner Army, who has a relationship with this, cast an apologetic look, and said while writing: "It's better to live here than at home, you will know in the future, what will you do, what do you plan to make a living here?" ”

Ding Hai didn't understand the reason for these problems, but more than ten years of dun army career had made him develop the habit of obeying orders, and said: "Fly the Franco, shoot arrows, dig trenches and build fortifications, dig traps and traps, make rockets, ......"

The scribe glanced back at the supervising officials around him, and while recording the word 'trap' in the register, he whispered: "Seeing that you are a veteran, say something that has nothing to do with the war, and the most important thing is to kill." ”

Ding Hai didn't know why, after a pause, he said: "Riding horses, feeding chickens, raising pigs, training cats and walking dogs, as well as farming and grass picking, other than that, you can only weave hair towels." ”

The scribe didn't say anything more this time, looked behind him and asked, "These are all family members?" Family relationships, previous occupations, and skills are reported in order. ”

With his own experience, he will have more confidence when he reports to his family again, Ding Hai hugged his fists according to his habit and said: "Wife Wang, Jizhen Miyun Guard Junyu, eight out of twenty this year, will plough the fields, weave cloth, laundry, cook, domesticate six animals. ”

"My brother-in-law Wang Yang, twenty-two years old, Dunjun, can farm and raise horses, and can also ride horses."

"Brother Ding Lu, thirty-four years old, Jizhen Dunjun, will be the same as me; My brother-in-law Zhang, like my insider, and my son Ding Dui, who is just six years old, has a total of six. ”

The registered scribe wrote it down, took out two wooden signs with 'herd' and 'hunting' written on the north side of the table, wrote Ding Hai and Ding Lu's family members on the front, and handed them to Ding Haidao: "You are the head of the household, take the wooden card to the Tianzi waiting area behind, and someone will take you to receive rations." ”

With that, the scribe shouted to the people behind him, "Next house! ”