From the end of October, heavy rain continued throughout November.

The bad weather, coupled with the complex mountain environment, both the players who entered the dungeon and the soldiers and horses from the provinces who came from the Ming Dynasty all had a clear understanding of North Korea.

It's a hell of a place where it's almost impossible to use your hands and feet with all your might.

However, the more this is the case, the more Mo Xiaobai arranged a series of logistics-related orders before the war, which reflected their value.

The post road, which is quite smooth, has not become muddy and potholes due to the heavy rain, and even if there are occasional small potholes, it does not affect the battle or retreat of a group of soldiers and horses.

Post stations and warehouses are firmly in the hands of Ming players, and batches of grain have begun to be sent to the front line, which can not only meet the daily needs of the garrison, but also Mo Xiaobai will officially lead his troops south in the future, and there is no need to cross the mountains and mountains every time to transport grain and grass supplies from the Yalu River.

In addition, over the course of a month, players in the four major regions are also at war. However, after the Ming players gradually entered the battlefield, the original situation of the confrontation between the Japanese State and the DPRK and South Korea was instantly rewritten.

Ninety percent of the players who belonged to the First Army, or the Second, Third, and Fourth Armies had died once, and even sixty percent had died twice.

Mo Xiaobai sat in Zhenjiang Fort, and his daily work was not only to let the soldiers under his command hurry up to train the soldiers and horses in various provinces, but also to deal with the war reports sent back from all over the country.

Overall, the Ming soldiers have an overall advantage.

The number of players killed in battle does not even exceed 100, and even more so that one has died twice.

As the time entered December, the last group of convoys from Beijing finally arrived at Zhenjiang Fort, and there were a ray of morning light and others who came with the convoy.

Looking at the women wearing cotton armor and wrapped in big cloaks dismounted and walked over, Mo Xiaobai couldn't help but smile: "These are a few female generals who came from nowhere, and they are heroic." ”

"People are dying of cold, and our Admiral still has the heart to watch jokes?" Bai Hualin glared angrily, rubbed his hands and said, "The stormy weather here is too cold, and it can't be compared to Hangzhou at all." ”

"That's nature, follow me into the castle to warm up."

Mo Xiaobai smiled and nodded, if the weather in Liaodong could be compared with Suzhou and Hangzhou, he would still have to make so many pre-war preparations?

As soon as the soldiers and horses arrive, they can enter North Korea.

When this batch of supplies slowly entered the fort, Mo Xiaobai knew that a ray of morning light had brought another batch of good things.

Cotton armor!

A whole 5,000 sets!

Although he still used Mo Xiaobai's money, the arrival of these 5,000 sets of cotton armor also gave Mo Xiaobai a better grasp of the next war.

It's not that the cotton armor keeps out the cold, but that this thing is worn on the body and can play a certain role in bulletproof.

Among the soldiers and horses of the provinces that went out to the Wa State this time, soldiers and horses such as Zhejiang soldiers, Sichuan soldiers, and Miao soldiers would not always have cotton armor, resulting in only 3,000 cotton armor stocks in the entire Zhenjiang Fort. At present, another 5,000 sets can be added, and when the siege war faces the threat of Japanese iron cannons in the future, the soldiers will charge forward, which will undoubtedly have another guarantee for survival.

As for which unit these 5,000 sets of cotton armor will be issued to, Mo Xiaobai has also considered it. Most of the soldiers and horses in his big dream town are not needed, but the fire soldiers of Zhejiang soldiers and perch are just right.

At that time, the battlefield will be fighting, and the bird's gun will have a long range, strong lethality, and a shield and cotton armor to protect itself, even if it is a siege battle, it will not have much disadvantage.

When all the soldiers entered the camp, a ray of morning light, Bai Hualin and others also sat down to roast the fire, and Mo Xiaobai asked another thing: "Now that everyone is here, there are only four three two and one left on the Jingshi side, right?" ”

"Hmm."

A wisp of morning light bowed his head lightly and said: "He is still working with the Ministry of Industry and the Portuguese to develop the red-coated cannon, because at this moment there are examples on the Europa side, and there are also some other players involved, and the progress is said to be very fast, and it is almost to the test launch stage." ”

"If the test launch is successful, the firepower of the Ming army will rise by more than one notch." Dumb answered, and it was not difficult to hear a hint of excitement between the words.

"yes, I hope it goes well on his side."

Mo Xiaobai nodded silently, and said in his heart, don't play any things like exploding, if there is a real accident, the red-clothed cannon will have to be lost.

"Don't worry about the gods over there, I've been to see them once, and they're very serious." Bai Hualin shook his robe at this time, and said with a hard mouth: "It's you here, why are you still in Zhenjiang Fort?" Didn't our Daming players go south early in the morning? ”

"I also want to leave early, but God is not beautiful."

Mo Xiaobai shrugged helplessly, shook his head and said, "This rain has been falling for more than a month, and even if I go now, it is impossible for me to launch an attack on Pyongyang." ”

"How long will you have to wait? Wait any longer, and it'll be the New Year. ”

"Chinese New Year? If the rain can stop during the New Year, it is not impossible to send troops on the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve. Mo Xiaobai smiled, and then spoke: "Actually, depending on the weather, it probably doesn't have to wait until the New Year to snow." After the snow, there should be a period of clear weather, and that's when we crossed the river and headed south. ”

………

Snow!

As Mo Xiaobai said two days ago, when the storm becomes more and more fierce, the weather becomes more and more cold. In just one night's effort, the goose-feathered snowflakes have shrouded the entire Zhenjiang Fort into a white world.

After three days, the Yalu River entered a period of ice from the upper reaches to the middle and lower reaches.

It was impossible to sail, but the ice was thick enough to run a horse-drawn cart.

It was in this kind of weather that Mo Xiaobai first told Song Yingchang about his next move, and then with a wave of his hand, he began to let the Da Ming soldiers cross the river one by one.

There was enough preparation in advance, and the weather was no longer as humid as it used to be.

It's the best time to send troops!

For the official crossing of the river by the Ming Xiongshi, the North Korean side was naturally overjoyed.

Although hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses have come one after another in the Ming Dynasty, and they have always been defeated and won more, these battles all took place in the wild mountains, and even if the results were high, they could not recover even a city.

Now that the admiral is personally leading his troops south, in the eyes of Li Hao, the king of Joseon, it means that the Ming Dynasty is going to move seriously.

It's not easy!

At the beginning of the year, he was driven to Uiju like a dog by the Japanese people, and now he can finally see the hope of recovering the country.

Therefore, Mo Xiaobai had just led his troops south, and before he had time to enter the military camp built here in Yizhou, Li Hao sent someone to invite Mo Xiaobai to a banquet and treat him with good food and drink.

For this Korean king who can't get half of the military rations, but drinks and eats meat in Yizhou, Mo Xiaobai has already seen through it, if he still has something to discuss with Liu Chenglong, he would not be too lazy to eat and drink.

However, when Mo Xiaobai took everyone to the banquet and said his new request by the way, the North Korean prime minister, who had been busy building roads for a while and had only recently taken a breath, suddenly collapsed again.

"The Admiral's request, I'm afraid it's too domineering."