open sea

Chapter 668
Ming Jun acted like crazy.

All the Ming troops in North America and Magui were doing one thing - galloping.

Magui Majin, as the most pitiful commander-in-chief and deputy commander-in-chief of the Ming Dynasty, together led 22 Liaodong soldiers, 27 Xuanfu soldiers, three Shuntian soldiers, 56 Mongolian soldiers, six A group of more than 150 Korean soldiers, [-] Jurchen soldiers, and [-] Yanian soldiers traveled and sailed for more than [-] miles southwest from Majia Port in six months.

In the third year of landing in North America, they have never been so happy!

It was still cold when they set off, and they set up two hundred households on the left and right in Majiagang, leaving more than 100 flag troops to cultivate and log, and led the cavalry to run for hundreds of miles. Now, the only thing that looks like a road is a huge snow-capped mountain rift in the east. It was not until then that Magui knew that Majiagang was a small basin.

They didn't find out where the snow-capped rift valley could go east. Ma Gui's subordinates were not many. If they were assigned to some strange places that seemed to be sent to death, these people might secretly kill him.

So his choice was to take one of the few ships left by Chen Ju to them, together with a few self-built sloops in Majia Harbor, leave the bay of Majia Harbor and continue sailing southwest.

This regained his reputation among his subordinates. The further south you go, the warmer the climate is. This is the common sense shared by soldiers of all ethnic groups... Not all of them. Those newly joined Yanian Banner Army did not have this common sense. I have lived in the west of Majiagang all my life, and have never been to the north or the south.

In any case, Magui knew that all his subordinates hoped to spend the winter in a warmer place.

There is no doubt about the result, seeking benevolence and gaining benevolence.

The distant snow-capped mountains continue to extend to the southeast, and at the foot of the snow-capped mountains are continuous woodlands.

Gradually, the eyes became green, and there were more and more small creatures running in the forest. The heavy, thick and poorly made fur coats of the Banner Army were taken off and put into the cabin, and they put on the red cloth armor with studs that belonged to the Ming Frontier Army. Keep going, continue to explore and map the fertile land and forests along the coast.

They contacted and recorded the native tribes along the coast one after another. These tribes have very small populations, the largest of which is no more than a dozen, and the smallest is even only seven people. Some settle in the coast and make a living by fishing and sealing; some gather wild fruits Hunt wild animals and migrate around.Of course, it is also indispensable to form cliques to attack each other. Magui is very lucky. He only met one like that, and he called him a Yiren.

It was a tribe with a population of over a thousand and a large village in its infancy. In a narrow strait that was nearly a thousand miles long, the Magui fleet found some canoes on the shore, and then several of his cavalry went ashore and explored along the river. Entering their territory, the cavalry could only hear the word "I" in the loud shouts of the natives, and then a few sharpened wooden spears were thrown out, and the native warriors in leather clothes came from the forest with bows It is said that there are still people holding iron axes.

Undoubtedly, the brave Ming cavalry fled.

Although no one was injured, a few Pathfinder cavalry were greatly frightened, and then the entire expedition fleet became vigilant again-they had not encountered the enemy for more than two years.

From Kuwu Island to here, no one has ever raised weapons against them. Except for this Yi tribe, most of the tribes encountered along the way not only did not want to attack them, but also gave them help. Apart from beasts and diseases, those who walk on two legs are also enemies.

"Marshal, as long as the Xuanfu Bird Gunner and my subordinates are together, we can defeat them!"

The one who spoke was Hu Lan, a Mongolian flag officer under Magui's command. All of them were wearing the red cloth-faced iron armor of the Ming Frontier Army. He has chilblains, a beard around his lips, his skin is so dry that it seems to be cracked, his hair grows two inches short on the top of his head, only the top of his forehead grows a little like a peach heart and falls between his eyebrows, and his hair grows behind his temples and behind his ears. Braid two knotted buns down to the shoulders.

When he landed in North America, Hu Lan's hair style was the standard Mongolian "no wolf". Last summer, he planned to grow his hair like the Han people, so now his hair looks a bit messy and strange.

The reason for the hair growth has nothing to do with Sinicization or not. He already knew how to speak Chinese, not to mention that in this icy and snowy ghost place, there is no animal for him to go nomadic except for that greedy big white bear.

Mainly because Hu Lan felt that the long hair of the Han people might be warmer.

Ma Gui on the side of the boat raised his binoculars and looked towards the shore, then turned his head to look at Hulan in surprise and said, "I don't know anything about them, so what's the use of defeating them?"

"The natives here speak the same language as us, and it is difficult to communicate with each other. I know you can defeat them, but our mission is not this."

Ma Gui looked at Hu Lan and smiled. Hu Lan was the head of seventeen Mongolian cavalrymen. Ma Gui had very few war horses. Before Chen Ju came, his men could only ride deer. Arm up.

This Hulan has a very good riding and shooting ability. Not only is he good at archery, but he is also very accurate in setting off firecrackers on horseback. In the past, he used to put a short wooden-handled firecracker stick in his waist. Now that he has a horse, he can Put it in the horse bag.

The Mongols used firearms a lot. After all, they already had large-scale firearms and siege troops during the Western Expedition. The Ming Dynasty inherited some soldiers and developed them slowly. In recent decades, they had exchanges with Western, Portuguese and other countries. Only then has greater progress been made, but now there are no organized firearms units on the grasslands, but some soldiers will bring one or two firearms for emergencies. After all, compared with the old-fashioned firearms, bows are more efficient when mounted on horseback. Gunpowder is too hard.

Ma Gui patted the telescope in his hand with some frustration. His earliest telescope was frozen and cracked when he crossed the glacier. Now the glass of this telescope is not correct, a little greenish, and it is too troublesome to look at.

"Their village is very large. If there are more villages around, it may be a country. They don't look like warriors, they are just strong men and hunters with weapons. This is the first one we met who can farm and make pottery. , hunting and fishing tribes, and they can smelt iron, keep it."

Ma Gui saw hundreds of native warriors wearing fur patchwork clothing in the distant wilderness, fearful of the big ships docked on the coast. In Ma Gui's eyes, there is no doubt that he is weak.

As Hu Lan said, if there are nineteen bird gunners from Xuanfu participating in the cavalry team composed of seventeen Mongols, no matter whether there are one hundred or two hundred warriors, they can easily defeat it.

"Leave something for them. Let's make a note of this place. Continue to sail south for another two thousand miles, and then return to wait for Chen Shuai's large army to arrive." Ma Gui raised his hand and swept across the vast coast, then turned to face the subordinates on the boat. Loudly shouted: "Next year, you and others will get land, forest farms, hunting grounds here, everyone has it!"

　Good morning!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)