Soon, Hisamori Kayama had the opportunity to experience the wooden rail transit firsthand.

All the soldiers of the Shimazu Army, under the command of Li Yezhi, boarded the carriages dedicated to the wooden tracks. It was a car specially used to transport personnel and important supplies, with a canopy and seats, each car could seat 14 people, and four cars were connected together and dragged by eight horses.

However, because the Japanese soldiers were generally thin and small, Li Yezhi stuffed 16 to 18 people into each car, and hundreds of cars traveled around in front and back, transporting more than 8,000 people from the Shimazu army, Toyotomi army, and Uesugi army at one time.

As an officer, Kayama Hisamori was assigned to the car at the front with Li Yezhi. There are only nine seats on the train, which is a little more spacious, and there is a small wooden table in the middle of the car.

The manned wooden rail cars are equipped with shock absorption, and the wooden track itself is relatively stable, which is even more comfortable than sitting in a sedan car, so that Kayama Kumori quickly fell asleep on the seat.

When the sun began to sink in the west, he was woken up by his subordinates, who said that it was time for dinner.

Kayama Kumori's eyes lit up, and today it was his turn to eat meat, he swallowed and spat, and asked, "Is it fish or kangaroo?" Ah, where is this? ”

"Back to my lord, it seems to be a sea fish. I just said that I have left Tongzhou. ”

Birshan, Kumori had probably looked at the map before, and was taken aback, "Have you passed Tongzhou?" This is less than half a day to walk more than 30 miles?! ”

"That's right, thirty-five miles." Li Yezhi didn't care about it and said, "The wooden track transports troops, and you can travel eighty or ninety miles a day." In case of emergency, you can walk more than 40 miles at night. ”

One hundred and thirty miles in one day and one night! Birch Mountain's face turned white for a long time, where is this march, it's just flying! You must know that the soldiers on this cart can sit all the time, without the slightest fatigue of rapid marching, and can immediately enter the battle when they arrive at the battlefield.

This speed is certainly not worth mentioning in later generations, even the earliest trains could also travel ten streets of wooden tracks. However, in the XVII century, it was simply a miracle!

The carriages and horses of the brigade stopped next to the special post station next to the tracks. The post station had already received orders, prepared a large amount of food, and handed it over to the soldiers on the cart. Others began to change horses and feed forage, and it was a busy scene.

Biryama Kumori ate boiled kangaroo meat, but couldn't help but lose his mind.

Just a year ago, he thought that the Ming Dynasty was already in the twilight of the West Mountain, and it had been strong for countless thousands of years. However, after the shelling of Edo by the giant ships of the Ming Navy Division last year, and many incredible novelties that he had seen recently, he knew very well that the Celestial Empire was still the Celestial Empire, and it was still a powerful empire far from being provoked by Japan!

Or the Governor of the House was prescient! He secretly said in his heart, looking at this situation, as long as he can climb the thick leg of Daming, the Western Army will definitely be able to defeat Tokugawa Iemitsu! I risked my life to win the favor of the Ming court for the Shimazu family!

In this way, after walking north along the wooden track for seven days, the temperature became colder and colder, and when passing through Yongping Mansion, Huashan Jiushou and his soldiers received cotton clothes again. The logistics of the Ming Dynasty was done to the extreme.

On this day, Biryama Kumori heard the two generals looking out the window and whispering excitedly, and he also looked out curiously, and saw a majestic pass in the north, and the walls on both sides stretched to the sky, which was exciting.

This should be the Great Wall. He looked closely, but saw that the section on the east side of the Great Wall had been demolished twenty or thirty feet, and the wooden track was passing through it, continuing to point north.

On the left side of the gap in the Great Wall, there is a four- or five-zhang high "castle tower", which is actually a fortress, which chokes the passage to the south.

In fact, without this fortress, with the current speed of the Ming army's troop transfer, it would be possible to rush from Shandong and Beizhili to Shanhaiguan in ten days at most, which was much faster than the action of Jianyu. What's more, according to Zhu Linmiao's plan, after this Northern Expedition, there will be no Tartar attacking the south.

Less than two days after continuing northward, the car stopped at Ningyuan, and the wooden track was over, and a large pile of processed wood and gravel could be seen on the side of the road, and it was obvious that as long as the war went well, it would immediately continue to lay north.

Ningyuan is the Xingcheng of Liaoning in later generations. In the sixth year of the Apocalypse, Yuan Chonghuan held on to the city here, defeated 60,000 elites of Nurhachi, and captured more than 10,000 people. It was not until fourteen years later that the Ming army fought in the Battle of Songjin that Jianyu captured the city.

In the past few days, he has been studying the military discipline of the Ming army on the road for a long time, and at this time he got off the wooden rail car and immediately summoned the Shimazu army to assemble according to the law, but unexpectedly, the battalion commander of the first battalion to the fourth battalion of the Japanese army had already gathered his men and horses, and was forming a team and pointing out.

He saw that the same situation was true of the nearby Toyotomi and Uesugi armies, and on the way he had heard that these two groups of men and horses had been organized into the fifth to tenth battalions of the Japanese army, which were also commanded by Ming officers.

After the team was assembled, Huashan Jiushou walked under the city of Ningyuan with the army, and saw that the city wall had collapsed by at least thirty percent, and the surrounding area was still scorched and black, and the rubble and rotten bricks were paved all over the ground.

Later, he learned that it took less than two days for the main force of the Ming army to arrive here to blast open the fortified city with artillery.

Soon, he saw the "culprit" that had collapsed Ningyuan City-a large area of black pressing, covering an area of hundreds of cannons within a radius of one and a half miles.

This is a serious cannon, the size is far larger than the "big barrel" he used in Japan, and the smallest ones are also a foot long, and they are imposing. In fact, this is only a part of the artillery battalion of the Ming army, and more than 100 guns have been loaded and are ready to continue north to Songshan.

After walking forward again, Birch Mountain Jiushou and his thousands of Japanese soldiers couldn't help but be stunned on the spot, even the more than 100 cannons that shocked them so much - they saw the Ming army camp.

It was surrounded by three wide ditches that were more than a foot deep, and on the inside were neat rejecting horses, and in front of them were placed a strange kind of rope, which seemed to be covered with iron thorns, curled and propped up with wooden frames, and it was difficult to cross them at first glance.

And what shocked him the most were the Ming soldiers in the camp.

The patrol teams around are like sophisticated machinery, and the teams can't help but walk straight, and the distance between them is not bad at all, that is, the two patrol teams are more than ten feet apart, and the pace is uniform!

There are soldiers practicing on the inside, there are thousands of people in a phalanx, the formation is sharp and angular, even if you rush out a hundred and ten steps, the formation is still as if measured with a ruler!

Suddenly, a soldier in a battle formation erupted at the same time with an earth-shattering shout, "Kill!" He took five steps forward, then shouted, "Aim" and "Release!" ”

The firecrackers were all pointed at the open space in the distance, and a burst of gunpowder smoke poured out, and the Ming troops in the formation shouted with the commander, "Reload!" ”

More than 1,000 people were like one person, taking out ammunition, loading, pestle, and pulling the gun......

A series of actions dazzled the birch mountain Jiumori, and after more than ten breaths, thousands of fire guns were raised in unison, and there was a shocking shout, "Aim!" "Put!"

Kayama Kumori only felt that his breathing was a little difficult. He has fought all his life, and he knows very well that if he leads the army to face the Ming army in front of him, he doesn't need to fight at all, and the momentum of the other party alone can scare his soldiers into holding the iron cannon.

Not to mention the level of training that is as straight as a heavenly soldier and a general, it is impossible for him to bring his own elite flag book to practice for more than ten years.

Walking past the Ming army camp with both respect and fear, Li Yezhi ordered the Shimazu army to stop and set up a camp on the spot.

When Kayama looked around, he saw that on the west side was the camp of the Korean army, on the south side were the men and horses of the Toyotomi and Uesugi families, and in the camp on the east side, there was a group of soldiers whose hands and faces were as black as charcoal, but they were all tall and big and their muscles were bulging.

(End of chapter)